Chapter 535 Severing Ties and Broken Bonds

535 Severing Ties and Broken Bonds

With a gentle flick, the sword sheathed itself, and in his hand appeared an ancient bow, tassels at both ends. Holding it, a powerful aura emanated from it; a thousand fingers could point, ten thousand could seal its fate, it could reach the pinnacle, its three-foot bow and arrows untouched by dust, unparalleled in the world.

He gathered an immense, overwhelming arrow force in his hand, as if to tear the sky apart. His eyes remained cool as he softly said, 'This is the first invitation; it came very quickly.'

A slight chill ran through my heart, but the feeling of coldness intensified.

A mysterious and exquisite mind, a seventh sense bestowed by nature—these are the secrets I have been born with, the secrets I bear most deeply, and the reason why, despite my extraordinary skill in swordsmanship, I still chose the bow.

Talent in swordsmanship is rare indeed, but talent in archery is even rarer.

When he went out, guided by his consciousness, he naturally obtained a stringless divine crossbow. It had no string and red tassels at both ends. It was extremely mysterious. The natural inheritance of the divine crossbow's eighteen forms had been mastered to the seventh level, and he would return in seven days.

One arrow is fired, and death is sent without warning.

I feel inexplicably uneasy today. Firstly, my future husband is getting married again at this time. It is common for the crown prince to have three wives and four concubines, but it seems a bit too fast for His Highness, whom I know so well.

A strange sense of danger quickly washed over her. Mixed with a feeling of disgust and deep crisis from her seventh premonition, Meng Queyi felt a profound unease.

Upon receiving His Highness's invitation, the fear and sense of crisis intensified, permeating the heart and sending a chill down Meng Queyi's spine.

A sense of crisis filled my mind, and a voice in my head reminded me: Don't go, leave quickly.

Meng Queyi smiled gently, the stringless divine crossbow quietly in her hand. The sharp, invisible arrow energy could kill from a thousand miles away, and its immense power instantly enveloped Meng Queyi.

He muttered to himself, 'What is there to fear?'

She shook her head, gently raised her bow, smiled radiantly—a smile so beautiful it would put the moon and flowers to shame—and whispered to her maid, Mimi, "Mimi, pack our luggage a little. When I return, we'll go out for a stroll."

The maid, Mimi, retorted in a low voice, "Yes, Miss, I'm Mimi. Not Big Mimi. I'm not big at all, not even half the size of Miss."

Then, after a careful test, I gently lowered my head, but I couldn't see my toes.

Meng Queyi chuckled softly, a faint smile that instantly revealed the resolute determination within her heart.

A pure heart always cherishes tranquility and simplicity, yet worldly affairs inevitably stain the clothes of dreams.

With a slight movement, it disappeared into the courtyard, and Da Mimi quickly followed behind, keeping pace just as fast.

Gently pushing open the gates of the Dream Palace, he was clad in a magnificent armor made of millions of bird feathers, each one shimmering with powerful energy. An invisible aura surrounded him, isolating him from the surroundings.

With the bow in hand, she was like a female general commanding a thousand troops, her blood and qi soaring to the sky, her heroic aura pressing down on Eunuch Liu, who had been waiting for a long time.

Looking at Meng Queyi, who was dressed like this before, Eunuch Liu was completely captivated by her beauty and aura. He had never seen Meng Queyi dressed like this before, nor did he know about this set of precious armor, but it made her look even more noble and aloof, exuding a powerful aura.

Her brows revealed unwavering conviction and resolute decision-making, making her even more holy and beautiful. Her bright eyes sparkled with wisdom, as if they could see through all illusions and get straight to the essence of things.

With just a glance, Eunuch Liu was immediately overwhelmed by immense pressure from all directions, making him feel suffocated and uncomfortable.

He could only involuntarily lower his head and say in a low, fearful voice, "This servant greets the Crown Princess. Please, Your Highness, enter the carriage."

He was filled with rage, thinking to himself, 'Why am I not a real man? If I were a real man, if I were the Holy Emperor, I would surely marry Miss Meng.'

With her head bowed low, she realized that the man, as big as a pearl, had rolled down her back at some point. She was terrified by her own crazy thoughts, and her face turned pale.

He quickly followed behind the car, keeping his head down, like a loyal steward doing his best to follow his master.

Eight magnificent horses led the way, lances flashing in the air, a truly awe-inspiring sight. His Highness was burning with anxiety, eager to see Meng Queyi.

The magnificent imperial carriage sped along the road, and pedestrians scrambled to get out of its way.

The horses' hooves clattered on the stone pavement, echoing through the empty street. They galloped forward like lightning, arriving at the palace gates in no time.

Meng Queyi stepped out of the carriage, adorned with precious armor and a bow and arrow, prompting the guards to rush forward to intercept her.

"All of you step back. There's no need to make a fuss about my beloved concubine's arrival." The eldest prince stood up slowly, clearly having been waiting for some time.

Wearing the dragon robe, he looked dashing and awe-inspiring. The close-fitting robe made him appear even taller and more upright, and his handsome eyes and brows exuded an air of majesty.

A slight upturn at the corners of his lips carried a confident and composed smile, as if to say, 'My beloved concubine, I have been waiting for you for a long time.'

Meng Queyi chuckled softly and said in a low voice, "I'm so sorry to have kept Your Highness waiting. It's truly my fault."

The eldest prince's eyes showed a hint of amazement and excitement as he looked at the armored figure, her breasts surging and her curves clearly defined, a unique feeling welling up in his heart.

She chuckled softly and confidently, "It was all my negligence before, leaving Yi'er lonely. It was truly my fault. Yi'er, please, I've prepared a delicious meal in the garden. Please try it."

Meng Queyi nodded slightly, her mind becoming increasingly alert. She kept her bow in her hand and silently gestured for the Crown Prince to go first, while she followed behind.

Upon entering the garden, the First Prince dismissed everyone around him and whispered, "No matter what happens later, you don't need to come."

"Yes, Your Highness." Eunuch Liu felt a sense of relief upon hearing the reply, as if he knew what the prince had been up to that evening. A surge of barely concealed jealousy welled up within him.

He bowed his head, bowed his head, and left quickly and respectfully, afraid that others would see through his attitude, which could cost him his head. There were always many people watching his position.

The surroundings are as they always have been, the familiar flowers, plants and trees that I used to love so much now seem so strange.

A lone white rabbit wanders east and west, its clothes are not as good as new, and its people are not as good as old. The days when it longed for the lamplight and the moonlit flowers are now ten years gone by. The seventh premonition warns it that there is no way to change this, and there is no need to force a happy reunion. Since we parted, the pear blossoms have all fallen and the moon has set in the west.

Looking at her before me, clad in armor, she appeared even taller and more beautiful, her graceful curves accentuated by her slender waist, long legs, and delicate features. The heroic spirit emanating from her brows was captivating and mesmerizing.

The prince seemed mesmerized, and an undeniable black aura slowly emerged from the surroundings. The black aura surged from the prince's body, and a chilling aura swept over everyone.