Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort novel Chapter 291

Chapter 291: Chapter 291: Palace Turmoil Stirs (Part 3)

Licking her flamboyantly red lips, there was a hint of bloodlust in Mu Qingge’s eyes.

"Young Lord." Mo Yang approached Mu Qingge to report.

Mu Qingge arched an eyebrow: "Go in."

Knowing it was a trap, they still chose to jump in.

If it weren’t for the unwavering obedience and trust the Dragon Tooth Guards had for Mu Qingge, someone might have backed down at this moment.

The Flame Horse, carrying the unique aura of a Spirit Beast, slowly carried its master through the shattered palace gate. In the plaza, it seemed as if only the sound of the Flame Horse’s breathing and hooves echoed around.

The Dragon Tooth Guards, silent and stern, appeared indifferent but were actually keenly observing every move around them.

Red Robe Xuan Armor, a cape as dark as black clouds hanging down. The breathing of all five hundred people was synchronized. Each spacing was almost identical.

They followed behind Mu Qingge, who was dressed in a Red Robe Silver Armor, with eyes sharp as an eagle, filled with murderous intent, almost drowning out the killing intent permeating from the air.

Every step they took was extremely slow, almost deliberately so.

And those waiting in the dark felt like the days dragged on, the prolonged waiting causing their weapon-wielding hands to tremble faintly.

"No—! Don’t come in—! Leave now—!"

Suddenly, a desperate voice pierced through the night sky, breaking the eerie silence within the palace gates.

Mu Qingge furrowed her brows, looking towards the direction of the corridor.

A person draped in a black cloak was charging towards her, their urgent words seemingly a warning directed at her.

In just a moment, that person dashed out of the corridor, like a butterfly in the night, entering the plaza. The distance between them and Mu Qingge seemed close at hand, yet it was separated by an entire plaza.

In a trance, Mu Qingge seemed to see an excited and anxious smile beneath the cloak.

Everything happened too fast.

From her entering the palace gate to Qin Yilian’s appearance, it was merely a matter of moments.

She hadn’t even had the time to react before the change occurred.

She never imagined that the one to warn her was Princess Yong Huan, Qin Yilian, the girl who was pure as water, as clean as paper in her heart.

A girl she didn’t wish to harm, or break.

And this girl, now lay weak and breathless in her arms.

"Little brother, it’s great that you’re okay." Blood trickled from Qin Yilian’s lips, the gaping wound in her chest having already stained her palace dress red.

Yet, she seemed completely unaware, only looking at Mu Qingge’s face, smiling with relief.