MCSCPM -Chapter 160 Chu Jingcheng Appears

Outside the sacrificial altar.

“Your Highness, Yin Qingyue has already spoken. If you don’t act to save her now, then…”

Before Leng Feng could finish, Chu Jingcheng had already vanished.

“Your Highness, where is he?” Leng Feng asked in surprise.

“At the sacrificial altar,” Leng Yi replied calmly. When the prince decides to act, no one can stop him.

“Leng Yi, should we go help the prince?”

“No need.”

Yin Qingyue stared straight ahead, confident that Chu Jingcheng would appear.

“Witch! Die!” A cold sword flashed toward her.

At the last moment, crack!—the chief guard’s sword broke in half, clattering to the ground.

“Bold! Who dares defy the Emperor’s decree and save this witch?” the chief guard roared with fury.

A cold smile curved on Yin Qingyue’s lips. He had finally appeared.

“Those who defy the law shall be executed!” The chief guard looked around, issuing orders—but he couldn’t see who had intervened to save the girl.

The other guards, terrified, had already retreated from the altar. The fact that the chief’s sword had broken in an instant had them fearing that next time it might be their heads, not the blade.

“You fools! How dare you hesitate!” The chief’s voice trembled slightly; fear gripped him, but he forced himself to hold his ground.

“Surely you recognize me?”

A figure in white robes descended slowly—Prince Jing.

“Prince Jing?” The chief guard couldn’t believe his eyes.

Everyone present widened their eyes in shock. How could such a plain-looking girl draw the attention of Prince Jing himself, arriving at her call? It was unbelievable.

Whoosh! A flash of light appeared and disappeared.

Chu Jingcheng’s eyes half-lidded, he approached Yin Qingyue. “You’re doing quite well.”

“Your Highness, this girl is a witch. It’s best to stay away!” the chief guard said respectfully.

“Do I need your warning?” Chu Jingcheng’s icy gaze swept over him, suffocating the guard.

“I… I only worry the witch will corrupt others,” the chief stammered.

His legs trembled violently, death feeling imminent.

“When I act, no explanation is needed. You have the time of one incense stick—bring all your men away!” Chu Jingcheng’s gaze was as sharp as a poisoned dart, fixing on the chief guard.

Unbeknownst to the guard, Chu Jingcheng lifted the fallen sword and rushed toward Yin Qingyue.

“Witch, prepare to die!” The guard pinned all hope on this sword—killing Yin Qingyue promised great reward.

“Given the chance, yet ungrateful! You’re courting death!”

A flash of light, a wail, and the sword slid back into its sheath.

“Ah, my leg!” The chief guard clutched his thigh, howling. Chu Jingcheng had only sliced a chunk of flesh; with proper treatment, it could heal. He had no desire to kill in Xize—politics and international relations were too important.

“You fools, why aren’t you moving?”

A large group of guards froze, terrified, unwilling to risk their lives.

“This is Prince Jing!” one of the sacrificial girls whispered in awe. To see such a handsome man before dying was a blessing.

Xue Zhenyu’s jealousy flared. Why was Yin Qingyue so lucky? You think you can escape? she thought bitterly. Even in death, she wanted to see Yin Qingyue die first.

“Yin Qingyue, come with me!”

Chu Jingcheng had never failed when he intended to act.

“Bold! Capture them all! Spare no one!” Nangong Lin was furious, his voice trembling with rage.

No one could defy the Emperor’s order.

A few guards reluctantly stepped forward. Even in death, they could not disobey the imperial decree.

Chu Jingcheng’s lips curled in a cold smile. You think you can stop me?

The guards formed a circle around him and Yin Qingyue, swords stabbing toward them. But Prince Jing remained unmoved.

“Hold on,” Chu Jingcheng muttered, wrapping an arm around Yin Qingyue’s waist and bursting out of the circle of guards.

Blades flashed across the altar.

“Ahh!” the guards screamed, unaware their arms were already slashed.

Nangong Xiao’s expression darkened. Chu Jingcheng, truly… he was beyond him. He had thought he could risk everything for Yin Qingyue, but at the critical moment, he had done nothing, only blaming himself. Now, Prince Jing risked international relations to save her, and Nangong Xiao could do nothing.

“Witch, don’t let her escape!”

“Seize her!” Nangong Lin could no longer contain himself. A group of palace guards couldn’t catch two people—how incompetent.

His veins bulged, face pale.