I Can Deduce Arts by Slaying Demons

Chapter 569: Chapter 373: Cold Ice Gang Qi

Lin Qinghan’s eyes suddenly gleamed with a cold light, her ten slender fingers unconsciously tightened the brocade handkerchief she held.

She finally understood—under heaven, the only one who could easily take the life of that eunuch dog was the true dragon emperor seated within the nine-layered palace.

Upon this realization, she suddenly released the handkerchief, a bewitching smile blossoming at the corner of her cherry lips.

Since the Crown Prince was indecisive, then she would personally deliver herself as a tempting bait into the hands of the one who could most threaten that eunuch dog’s life.

The Crown Prince merely regarded her as a toy, hiding her in this villa, claiming it was for her protection, but Lin Qinghan would never be a caged golden canary’s weak woman.

How could she be trapped in this confined space for a lifetime, watching helplessly as that old eunuch villain ran rampant in the capital, getting away with it?

Once her wishes are fulfilled in the future, she will definitely make that old eunuch dog repay his blood debts with blood, to comfort her father’s soul in heaven.

Lin Qinghan leaned against the carved screen door, her fingertips lightly tapping the jasmine at her temples, her voice like the melodious notes of a spring warbler as her cherry lips gently parted, "Mr. Yuan, recently my rouge and powder have run out, may I..."

Her eyes glistened as she intended to use the excuse of buying cosmetics to let her trusted maid sneak into the capital to convey messages.

Just as her voice trailed off, the half-draped Xiangfei bamboo curtain suddenly moved without wind, piercing the summer heat with ice-laden cold air.

The copper wind chimes hanging under the porch instantly covered in white frost, emitting a fine mournful sound.

The pomegranate tree in the courtyard trembled in the cold wind, its originally vibrant petals wrapped in ice crystals fell one by one.

Though the sun was high, the biting cold rushed in like a midwinter frost knife, instantly freezing the scorching air.

Heat waves and cold currents intertwined, forming eerie frost flowers on the bluestone slabs, emitting a subtle "crack" sound.

With the crisp "crack crack" sound, frost patterns rapidly spread into the room visible to the naked eye.

The brocade robes of several Jinyi Guards under the porch frosted, their eyelashes covered in ice beads, even the white mist they exhaled froze into tiny ice particles in mid-air.

The sandalwood’s warm aroma indoors was instantly stripped away, Yuan Qian’s knuckles turned white as he grasped the tea cup.

His instincts, honed by years in bloody storms, made him instinctively lean back, the Brocade Spring Saber’s three-inch cold gleam sprang out, whistling through the air.

He suddenly spun to protect Lin Qinghan behind him, his black arrow sleeves swept the tea cup off the table, steaming tea splashed onto the frost flower, water vapor instantly diffusing.

"Protect Miss Lin!"

Yuan Qian’s roar reverberated against the window paper, already soaked with cold sweat on his back.

This eerie cold, laden with heavy murderous intent, was far beyond what a typical Jianghu expert could deploy.

It seemed like the legendary "Extreme Cold Palm" of that old eunuch dog, the Dongchang Supervisor!

It’s a ruthless technique capable of freezing people into ice sculptures on the hottest days of summer!

Impossible!

Yuan Qian’s hands clenched the Brocade Spring Saber tightly, the veins bulging painfully with muffled sounds.

The sandalwood door, frozen into an ice sculpture, was making tooth-grinding crisp sounds, spider web-like cracks spreading from the door seam.

Threads of cold air, imbued with tiny ice crystals, soared skyward, refracting eerie blue halos under the scorching sun.

The biting cold climbed up through the blue brick seams to Yuan Qian’s boots, his nape hairs bristled.

Yuan Qian’s veins bulged on the back of his hand gripping the saber, yet the hand trembled—an instinctual reaction of a Martial Artist facing deadly danger.

This inexplicable bone-chilling fear spread throughout his body like an affliction adhering to bones.

Yuan Qian’s throat emitted a suppressed growl, facing the breath of death was truly uncomfortable.

The fabric soaked with cold sweat clung tightly to his skin, overshadowing the cold emanating from his heart.

This was greater terror than any experienced from countless years of blade’s edge dripping blood.

"There must be a traitor!"

Yuan Qian exerted force suddenly, the blade instantly slashed through stagnant air, ice shards clinging to the blade scattered downward.

If not for a Jinyi Guard betraying them, or an informant from the Crown Prince’s mansion leaking information.

With the secrecy of Lin Qinghan’s hiding place, the damned Dongchang people could not have possibly tracked it down.

At this moment, Yuan Qian only felt his insides burning, remorse swept his heart like rising tides.

He should have stuck to his guns—he shouldn’t have obeyed the Crown Prince’s reckless commands back then!

The Crown Prince’s greed for beauty insisted on placing Miss Lin in this villa merely a hundred miles from the capital.

Claiming "close to the water," arguing it was "convenient for assistance," was ultimately to satisfy his selfish desires!

Yuan Qian clenched his fist tightly, his nails deeply embedded in his palm, yet he didn’t even notice the pain.

As the Jinyi Guard’s Commander Envoy, he should have insisted on sending Lin Qinghan to distant Huanan.

But at that moment of weakness... Yuan Qian swallowed down a mouthful of bitterness.

More than anyone, he knew his true fear was facing the Dongchang old demon alone.

In Jinyi Guard, aside from his mentor Commander Envoy, no one else could stand alone against that terrifying old eunuch dog.

Yuan Qian’s standing silhouette blocked much of the cold, yet Lin Qinghan behind him still felt freezing.

Her hands twisted the moon-white soft satin sleeves, pale knuckles pressing deep folds into the fabric.

Her trembling pupils beneath her eyelashes reflected the cold light from the cracking ice stalactites.

Yet beneath Lin Qinghan’s terrified exterior, deep within her eyes burned a fiery heat capable of incinerating the bone-chilling cold.

Has her painstakingly crafted plan finally succeeded?

The stabbing pain in Lin Qinghan’s palms from nails digging deeply couldn’t mask the surging joy in her heart.

She lowered her gaze, covering the uncontrolled upward curve of her lips.

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