Chapter 12: The Calm Crown Prince Qi

  Everything is ready, only waiting for the east wind. The iron wire was casually thrown into the pocket, and the handcuffs and chains that were already a pile of scrap metal were carefully placed on the ground. With light hands and feet, they crept to the door edge, and in the blink of an eye, the door lock had been opened.

  Outside, it was dead silent, and everyone had already fallen into a deep sleep.

  In the spacious prison cell, the low moans of the tortured man still echoed from time to time. This man had endured a night of torment under the abnormal penal code and was now on his last breath, unable to hold on for much longer.

  Qing Xia didn't go out of her way to rescue others, she moved with the agility of a civet cat, silently making her way to the thick iron door. The lock in this era was like a child's game for this master locksmith, and it was completely solved in less than a second.

  In the last second before opening the door, Qing Xia turned back to take a final glance at this place. From now on, Zhuang Qing Xia would truly be dead, and the only one living in this world would be her, Tang Xiao Shi.

  Her mood suddenly became cheerful, a smile spread across her face, and she bid farewell to Chu Li forever!

  "Boom!"

  Just as Qing Xia was about to open the gate, a massive force suddenly came, and the huge iron door was blasted off. Qing Xia dodged agilely, leaning against the dim light of the lamp, her eyes sharp like a leopard.

  "What kind of people are you? How dare you barge into the Grand Temple!" The loud noise woke up the originally sleeping prison guards, and in the next second, both sides had already clashed.

  The entire prison was filled with the sound of wailing and the eerie laughter of prisoners. Qing Xia hid in a blind spot, temporarily avoiding detection, but what should have been a smooth escape was suddenly disrupted, causing her brow to furrow tightly. It was unclear what kind of big shot was being held in this prison that someone would take such risks.

  "Your Majesty! The person is not here!" A loud shout suddenly rang out, and someone rushed out from the direction of Qing Xia's prison cell, shouting loudly at a black-clad man standing at the entrance.

  "Where is she?" A slightly low and solemn male voice suddenly sounded, the black-clothed man's face was covered with a mask, only a pair of sharp sword-like eyebrows and gemstone-sharp eyes could be seen. He frowned, his hands moved swiftly as he flashed up, grabbed a guard's hair, pinched his neck, and said in a deep voice: "Tell me, where is Zhuang Qingxia?"

  Looking for one's own? Qing Xia's eyebrow suddenly rose, was it an enemy or a friend, a prison sentence or murder? In the blink of an eye, a name suddenly flashed into Qing Xia's mind, could it be, Dan Fei?

  "Ah! There's still someone here!"

  A flash of cold light, Qing Xia suddenly pounced on the man like a swift and fierce lion, with a neat knee strike. Immediately after, a white light flashed, and a blood line appeared on the man's neck. Qing Xia was agile and nimble, half-kneeling on the man's corpse, holding the icy dagger in her hand, quickly jumping up, kicking open the black-clad subordinate who rushed forward, rolling on the spot to avoid the two men's long knives, and running towards the gate.

  "Seize her! Don't let her get away!" The leader of the black-clad men shouted, but before anyone else could move, a dragon-like cold light flashed towards Qingsha's face, causing her to catch her breath. This was the legendary swordsmanship? Indeed, it was impressive enough. Qingsha was an expert in free combat and a champion shooter, but when it came to the sword techniques of the Cold Arms era, she didn't know much about them.

  Relying solely on her exceptional adaptability, she managed to dodge the man's fierce attack. In the heat of battle, as the man's sword flashed by, a chill ran down Qing Xia's face, and her veil was blown off her face. With her back to the man, she was forced to retreat with no way out, and just as the sword's shadow was about to strike, Qing Xia suddenly gritted her teeth, steeled herself, and turned around using her waist strength, completely disregarding the possibility of being cut down by the sword. Her short dagger met the attack head-on, employing a desperate, life-or-death fighting style.

  "Qīng xià?" The man in black's eyes widened instantly under his sword-like eyebrows, and he exclaimed in surprise, his hands stopping their movement abruptly.

  Qing Xia's ears buzzed, her eyebrows furrowed, and a streak of blood suddenly spurted out. The dagger in Qing Xia's hand instantly plunged into the man's chest!

  "Your Highness!" Countless loud roars erupted simultaneously, several figures pounced forward. Heavy battle knives hacked down towards Qing Xia, filled with fierce anger, without a hint of mercy.

  Qing Xia's face turned cold, and she swiftly pulled out the dagger from the man's chest. Fresh blood spurted out, splashing Qing Xia's face. However, she didn't flinch, and with a swift movement, she dodged another person's sneak attack. But before she could even catch her breath, another heavy battle knife came crashing down!

  "Halt!" The man in black suddenly shouted. Immediately afterwards, several sharp arrows shot out and pierced the heart of the knife-wielding man, who stared with eyes wide open in disbelief before crashing to the ground.

  Innumerable green-clad soldiers poured out of the various cells in the large prison, and a man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes walked out first, his smile was evil and charming, his clothes were luxurious, he smiled faintly and walked slowly towards the black-clad man who was covered in blood from head to toe, and said with a faint smile: "Prince An, it's been a long time since we last met."

  "Chu Li?" Qing Xia's eyes widened, staring fixedly at Chu Li in front of him. How could he also be in the great prison? A feeling of being plotted against suddenly rose up in his heart.

  "Qīng xià, you've done well." Under the cold and quiet bow and arrow, Chǔ lí fēng gently pulled Qīng xià into his arms, dotingly touched the tip of Qīng xià's nose, gave a charming smile, "Thanks for your hard work."

  "Why?"

  A low, muffled voice suddenly rose slowly in the air, and the man in black pulled down the mask on his face, revealing a pale but handsome face. However, that voice was filled with pain and hatred, he looked at Qing Xia coldly, his voice low and hoarse, his eyes seemed to be burning like a fierce fire.

  "Qing Xia, you betrayed me!"

  Chu Li's mouth curled up in a sneer, and he smiled calmly before saying in a cold voice: "Release the arrow!"

  Suddenly, a bloody color, surging up with a loud noise!