The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince!-Chapter 923 - 921: Seeking Death

Chapter 923: Chapter 921: Seeking Death

This sense of distance made Su Yingxue’s heart uncomfortable and suffocated.

By the third day, Saint Ruan’s poison had run out, and they had to go out to fight.

But this battle was between the five of them and tens of thousands of soldiers, and without knowing whether there would be reinforcements, so each unleashed extraordinary fighting power.

They fought for half a day, and their physical strength gradually began to dwindle.

Behind the enemy’s neat phalanx, the rumbling sound of wheels came.

The crowd parted to make way for a man clad in black armor, with a large cape fluttering in the mountain breeze, appearing on a chariot driven by a soldier.

He was tall and robust, exuding an impressive majesty, clearly a man of no ordinary status.

And he recognized Chu Yihan.

Li Chenghuan pointed at Chu Yihan and laughed loudly as if greeting him, “Ninth Prince, it’s been a long time since we last met, and you remain as heroic as ever! The greatest God of War in the Nine Continents, just as the legends say!”

In Chu Yihan’s hand, the Qingfeng Sword glinted with a chilling light, and his lips curled slightly, “Thank you for the compliment!”

“Don’t mention it! I’ve heard that you’ve taken a delicate wife, the Princess. Today, I will capture them all in one fell swoop and use them to negotiate terms with Su Qingzhi. Let’s see how many cities and taels of silver your Great Cheng Dynasty will offer for your precious Ninth Prince and Princess, and a mighty General Weiwu!”

“In your dreams!”

Su Yingxue lashed her whip, and the yellow sand filled the sky, gathering into a force that streaked towards Li Chenghuan.

Li Chenghuan got a mouthful of sand and spit it out twice with a “Pah, pah,” “Brat!”

When he got a clear look at Su Yingxue’s appearance, the corners of his mouth curled up with a wicked smile, “So this is the renowned Ninth Princess Consort, the beauty unmatched in the world. Today, I will take you into my ranks, and tonight, you will serve in my bed!”

“You!”

Su Yingxue lashed out with her whip again, but Li Chenghuan was prepared, and the sand didn’t reach his mouth. Meanwhile, Saint Ruan seized the chance to act, and an inconspicuous silver needle shot into Li Chenghuan’s knee.

Li Chenghuan had just laughed heartily twice when he felt a piercing, intense pain in his knee.

His gaze turned to Saint Ruan, flamboyantly dressed in red, and he yelled furiously, “Scoundrel! What have you done!”

“Scoundrel, scoundrel! You’re the scoundrel! When your grandpa was roaming the jianghu, your mom hadn’t even made a peep yet!”

Saint Ruan, hands on hips, spat out a mouthful of disdain.

Li Chenghuan’s eyes bulged in fury, “You’re courting death! How dare you insult Your Highness!”

Seeing that Saint Ruan appeared to be in his twenties, he had no idea that what Saint Ruan said was actually true.

Saint Ruan had been wandering the jianghu when Li Chenghuan’s mother hadn’t even been born, and he couldn’t have known where he was.

So, when he gestured for his men to kill Saint Ruan, he himself was in too much pain to stand.

A few of his men fell to the ground, poisoned by Saint Ruan, and Li Chenghuan stared dumbly at Saint Ruan, “You… just who are you! And what have you done to me!”

“My name is Saint Ruan, commonly known in the jianghu as the poison doctor. As for you… you’re too vile; I’ve merely crippled your leg!”

Saint Ruan strolled about as though taking a leisurely walk in the courtyard.

Li Chenghuan tried to exert strength, but after a wave of excruciating pain, he found he really couldn’t move his leg and had no strength in it at all, as if it wasn’t there at all.

He glared at Saint Ruan with gritted teeth, “Kill him! Kill this witch for me!”

“Witch? Your mother’s the witch!”

Saint Ruan bit back with equal vehemence, his limited supply of poison in hand, and charged directly at Li Chenghuan.

When it came to cursing, it was always him cursing others; those who cursed him are now grass tall on their graves!