frightfiction Chapter 240 Old Friend
Chapter 240 Old Friend
"Cough cough!" Qin Tianyu frowned, clutched his chest, and coughed violently. His face was ashen white, without a trace of blood.
Yang Ling walked to the boy's side, raised her hand and patted the boy's shoulder: "Are you alright?"
The boy raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips and smiled weakly: "It's alright, let's have another match!"
Yang Ling nodded and smiled, "Okay."
The boy drew his sword from his waist, and with a flick of his wrist, the sharp blade sliced through the air, aiming for Yang Ling's chest.
A sharp gust of wind swept towards Yang Ling, who dodged to the side, avoiding the boy's attack.
The boy curled his lips into a smile, his eyes gleaming with excitement. With a flick of his wrist, the blade swept towards Yang Ling.
Yang Ling narrowed his eyes, a sharp glint in them.
The two fought fiercely, their swords clashing and sparks flying, filling the air with the strong smell of gunpowder.
At that moment, a deafening sound suddenly rang out in the sky.
"Crack!"
A sudden clap of thunder struck from the night sky, startling the two people in the training ground.
"Wow!"
The rain poured down from the sky, the wind howled, and lightning flashed and thunder roared.
"Quick! Go in!" the boy shouted, grabbing Yang Ling's hand and rushing into the training ground.
As soon as the two rushed through the gate, a torrential downpour began, the rain pounding on the ground with a piercing sound.
"Ah! Help!"
Suddenly, a shrill, mournful sound reached their ears.
The boy and Yang Ling exchanged a glance, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes.
"Someone's drowning?!" the boy exclaimed, and quickly ran to the entrance of the training ground and poked his head out.
Outside the training ground, a girl stood in the rain, raindrops constantly sliding down her body, her hair draped over her shoulders, obscuring her face.
The girl was dressed in a black outfit that looked large, like a man's robe.
However, on the young girl, it created a different effect, making her appear even more shapely and curvaceous, exuding a mysterious allure.
The boy and Yang Ling stood by the gate, peeking out to curiously examine the girl.
"Who is she?" the boy frowned and whispered, "How did she end up here?"
"I don't know." Yang Ling shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the girl.
The girl stood at the entrance of the training ground, suddenly raised her hand and patted her head, then took two steps inside.
"She's here!" the boy exclaimed, quickly pulling Yang Ling back into the room.
The boy walked to the window and peeked out, only to find the girl looking around, looking confused and adorable.
"Whose child is this? What are they doing here?" the boy murmured, his eyes fixed on the girl's every move.
He found the girl very fun, like a cute little kitten.
"Is she here to see you?" Yang Ling asked.
The boy shook his head: "I don't know her."
Yang Ling raised an eyebrow. He felt that this girl looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before.
"She seems to be lost?" Yang Ling said, looking at the girl's adorable and bewildered appearance, like a confused cat.
"What should we do then?" the boy asked.
Yang Ling thought for a moment, opened the door, walked up to the girl, extended her hand, and gave her a friendly smile: "Are you lost? Come with me."
The girl stared at him blankly, blinking her eyes, her face full of confusion.
"Hurry up," Yang Ling urged, taking the girl's hand and leading her outside.
"Where are you taking her?" the boy called out as he ran over.
"Of course we sent her back," Yang Ling said.
The boy watched the two figures disappear into the distance, scratching his head: "Who exactly is she?"
The rain poured down, the wind howled, thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed.
Yang Ling led the dazed girl along the muddy road.
"Hey! Where do you live? What are you doing here?" Yang Ling asked.
The girl blinked, looking around blankly.
"You don't know?" Yang Ling asked in surprise, a strange look on her face.
The girl raised her hand and patted her head, looking confused. "I think I've forgotten something?"
Yang Ling stared at her blankly, looking speechless.
"Do you know your own name?" Yang Ling asked again.
"I don't know." The girl shook her head, frowning and struggling to answer. "Who am I? I don't remember."
Yang Ling frowned, looking speechless: "I..."
"Ninth Prince! Ninth Prince!" At this moment, a guard came running from a distance in a panic.
Yang Ling turned around, surprised, and asked, "What happened? Why are you in such a panic!"
"Something has happened to His Majesty." The guard said anxiously, "You must go and see him quickly."
Yang Ling's expression changed, and she quickly said, "Okay, I understand."
He turned back to the girl standing not far away, hesitated for a moment, and said, "You wait here for now."
After saying that, he quickly ran towards the palace.
“Ninth Prince…” The girl stared blankly in the direction he had disappeared, then lowered her head, looking dazed.
The wind and rain continued to pour down. In the rain, the girl stood there all alone, looking pitiful, like an abandoned child.
"Ninth Prince! Where have you been? I can't find you anywhere!" At that moment, another guard ran over from a distance.
The girl looked up at him.
"Ninth Prince?" The guard was taken aback, pointing at her in surprise, "What are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to go fetch the Empress? What are you doing here!"
The guard glared at her angrily, looking at her with a disappointed expression.
"I..." The girl lowered her head, unsure of what to say.
"Come back with me to see Her Majesty the Empress." The guard snorted coldly, grabbed her hand, and headed towards the palace.
The guard had only taken a few steps with her when suddenly his foot slipped and he fell into the rain with a thud.
"Ouch!" the guard cried out, clutching his head. "What kind of awful weather is this?!"
"Wow!"
The heavy rain lashed down on the guard, soaking him completely.
At that moment, the guard suddenly realized that there was someone lying next to him.
"Ah! A ghost!" the guard exclaimed, immediately standing up. "Why are you lying on the ground too? Get up!"
The girl got up from the ground and stood next to the guard, looking bewildered.
The guard looked at her disheveled long hair, her face deathly pale, and asked, still shaken, "Were you frightened by something? Is that why you've been lying on the ground?"
The girl blinked and nodded blankly.
The guard's expression relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "It's alright now, let's go, we still need to return to the palace."
As he spoke, he took the girl's hand and continued walking forward.
In the midst of a raging storm, the guards dragged the soaking wet girl toward the palace in a disheveled state.