Lady Lin's First-ever Journey to Immortality

” The Mu caravan is now resting and regrouping in that mountain.”

The soldiers who were asked to trace along the rut are now telling the young man something respectfully.

It is at about ten o’clock in the morning. Four seasons become distinguishable as they walk far away from the west of Penglai. Spring is still lingering. There is a kind of daisy only blooming in spring on both sides of the narrow and long canyon. These pink flowers are dancing in the wind. It looks extremely beautiful in the morning sunshine.

Of course, a person like the silver masked man who is cold and vicious by nature has no mood to enjoy the view at such a critical moment.

He is also good at martial arts. With excellent ears, it is not difficult for him to hear someone breathing even from many meters away. He knows that this canyon is full of flowers, and there is no ambush in the grass.

The masked man sneers. This place is the best for an ambush. If he had known Mus would change the route, he would have chosen this place to ambush them. In this case, the valuable Bedazzle Powder will not be wasted. However, it’s still not too late. Due to their different social status, the Mu Family can only suck it up.

The little girl of the Mu family looks beautiful, but she likes his ninth brother. It’s really a pity. Even if Mus give them tons of money, Miss Mu can only be an insignificant concubine.

Thinking of his arrogant ninth brother is going to marry a disgraced businesswoman as his concubine, the masked man feels really good.

“Tell everyone to be careful. Just kill every suspicious people.”

“Yes!”

The team of about 300 cavalrymen begin to cross the canyon.

The masked man is alert, thinking of the powerful female warrior in the news. The sound of horses’ hooves echoes in the empty canyon. There is nothing unusual.

After a gust of wind, light pink daisy petals fall with the wind. The valley is full of flowers, and it looks extremely beautiful. There is a lot of dew on the petals; it smells so good. This scene softens a group of tough soldiers.

Feeling that the team is slowing down, the masked man feels dissatisfied. He catches a few petals casually.

The dewdrops are dazzling in the sunlight, and the petals are very fragrant. Everything here is like a beautiful painting. The man in the mask is about to throw away the petals, but he suddenly freezes.

It is the late spring and early summer when the sun is kind of strong. Why do these little dewdrops haven’t evaporated yet?

The young’s face covered by the silver mask twists. He shouts angrily.

“Withdraw! All of you!”

Withdraw? These soldiers are so confused, but they can only follow the order. More than 300 people withdraw from the middle of the canyon. They are not in a fuss; it can tell that this team is generally well trained.

They don’t see any arbalests or sighs of ambush; these more than three hundred people still leave the canyon quickly. Everything is normal in the place where they just were.

Seeing endless petals like rain, the silver masked man pursed his thin lips tightly. He is sure he is right. There must be something dangerous with this canyon—but why does nothing happen after so long?

He blinks and notices that the sky seems to be darkening.

In fact, the sky doesn’t get dark suddenly. It is because he suddenly falls off the horse.

In the dark, he hears a cold female voice talking.

“Look, isn’t it an eye for an eye?”

…

When he wakes up, he feels his face is a little cool. He reaches out and finds the silver mask covering his face is gone.

It awakens him immediately. He remembers the ambush in the canyon.

The spring water is gurgling. In this beautiful mountain, the man loses his silver mask. Lin Luoran sits on the tree with her hands folded and looks at the man in uniform under the tree.

With a pointed chin and thin lips, he looks like a male actor surnamed Mo, who became popular because of a soap opera in Huaxia a few years ago. Of course, if there is not a tattoo of cyan phoenix between his eyebrows, he will look more masculine.

Actually, tattoos are certainly not popular in this era. Lin Luoran checks it, and she is sure that his cyan phoenix is a natural gift.

With such an obvious mark, it is natural that he has to wear a silver mask. Thinking of what Mu Qingshan called him when he saw him, Lin Luoran is very interested in this nobleman under the tree. She can see he is at a loss now.

“The seventh prince.”

The man suddenly looks up. A woman in green dress is sitting on the branch. Her hair is tied up by a green silk ribbon and she is smiling at him from above. With green leaves, blue sky, and white clouds as background, she really looks like an elf in the mountains.

It is a very beautiful smile, but the seventh prince feels terrified.

Because the woman says the following words with a slow voice, “You are the seventh prince of the empire whose birth mother is the daughter of a guilty minister. She was promoted as Concubine Ying. The wizard said that your cyan phoenix was unlucky for the king, so you were sent outside the imperial palace until two years ago when Concubine Ying died… Well, you can grow the ambition of becoming the king in such an environment. I think you are really a talent. ”

The seventh prince feels gloomy.

“Are you the female warrior?”

Lin Luoran does not answer him directly, and her smile suddenly turns cold.

“It’s not a shameful desire to seize the throne. For this reason, it is justifiable to betray one’s faith and act ruthlessly. After all, only cruel people can finally get the throne down the ages… However, the thing is… ruining a woman’s innocence as your stepping stone happens to be something that will annoy me. ”

Yes, it’s annoying. Not only because women are relatively weak, but also she herself almost suffered similar things when she was a teenager. At that time, if Baojia had not been there, Lin Luoran couldn’t have even imagined what would happen in the dark alley near the school when she was seventeen.

The seventh prince is stunned, and Lin Luoran feels disgusting, “Are you curious about why can I read your mind? I also know that you want to get this batch of weapons not just for stopping your ninth brother from making achievements… You have thought about destroying the whole Penglai royal family if the army of Ying can break through. Am I right?”

The seventh prince sneers, “Nonsense.”

Lin Luoran jumps down from the tree, “You know, there is a medicine powder which can make people tell the truth they have been hiding in the bottom of their heart. You told me everything earlier.”

Lin Luoran is pushing him. Her words have revealed his secrets.

The status of pharmacists is not worse than that of martial artists. He never knows that someone can be good at both. But if he doesn’t believe it, how can he explain that she knows him so well?

The people of the Mu family may recognize him, but there is absolutely no way for them to know the secrets deep in his heart—for example, he is sure he never tells anyone about the idea of asking the mountain bandits to take the virginity of Mu Feiqiang so that the ninth prince will lose his face.

Lin Luoran is staring at him coldly, watching how his look changes. He finally grits his teeth and says.

“Mus are just some businessmen. How can they impress people like you? Losers are always in the wrong. Now I have nothing more to say. You can go to claim your credit to my brother!”

Lin Luoran smiles at him.

“Prince, I need to correct you two things. First, I am not the people of the Nninth prince nor belong to any faction. My only task is to protect the Mu caravan. ”

The seventh prince is staring at Lin Luoran with unpredictable emotions in his eyes.

A bush not far away moves, but it is windless. Lin Luoran turns her head, “Is it funny to hide there?”

After a while, a red dress corner finally appears.

It is Mu Feiqiang and Mu Qingshan, who are eavesdropping.

Lin Luoran waves at Miss Mu. Mu Feiqiang is still thinking about the potion that she prepared according to Lin Luoran’s instructions. She remembers the proportion of herbs very well. Mu Feiqiang finally understood how powerful the potion is when a group of three hundred people fell to the ground.

These are just some common herbs in the mountains, but can have amazing effects if they are mixed together. No wonder pharmacists have the status of no less than martial artists—if such a potion is used in war, they will definitely win victory without a battle.

What makes Mu Feiqiang even more confusing is that why did Warrior Lin just tell her such a powerful formula?

She was still dazzling, and Mu Qingshan dragged her here to eavesdrop. In fact, she didn’t pay much attention to it. When Lin Luoran reveals where they are, she can only stand out.

Mu Feiqiang still remembers it many years later that this powerful warrior points at the seventh prince who is now a prisoner and asks her.

“Second, I don’t want to kill you… Miss Mu, for such a person who wants to destroy your innocence and happiness, do you want to save him or kill him?”

Do you want to save him or kill him?

Mu Feiqiang freezes for a while, and her eyes suddenly turn red.

As she enjoys the rich and precious materials because of her family, she also has a responsibility for some certain things. The Mu family has to choose a faction, so it needs a bond. The Mu family financially supports the ninth prince, so the nine prince marries her as his concubine to appease Mu… However, a concubine is always a concubine.

Who should be her teacher? Should she learn needlecraft or doing accounts? Does she want to be a concubine? No one has ever asked her about what her answers are about these questions.

For the first time, someone points at a royal nobleman and tells her that it’s all up to her to take revenge or not—without political considerations, will she vent her sadness?