Chapter 30: She is the Indestructible Little Qiang!
At the entrance of the buffet restaurant hung a twisted corpse, its posture distorted as if it had been ruthlessly crumpled. All the blood had drained from its body, leaving only pale, wrinkled skin.
In front of it hung a large whiteboard. Written on it, seemingly in the corpse’s own blood, were the grim and bloody words: Those who offend the Princess shall be killed without mercy!
Xie Qiang’s face turned pale, and she almost threw up.
She could clearly feel the A-class Sentinels surrounding the corpse turn their heads in unison to look at her. Their cold eyes surged with a dark light, like a pack of jackals holding a grudge against a hunter, secretly revealing their fangs, ready to strike in revenge.
“The dead one is Qi Feng, an elite A-class Sentinel from the Seventh Unit!”
“Qi Feng has always been straightforward and honest, killing countless Zerg on the battlefield and surviving numerous life-and-death situations. How could he end up like this?”
“He never had contact with the Princess before, let alone talk about her. How could he offend the Princess! I fear the Princess wanted to control Qi Feng, repeating her old tricks, but Qi Feng was unyielding and was killed by the Princess during his resistance!”
They stared at Xie Qiang with gnashing teeth. Their trembling arms bulged with veins due to their anger, wishing to vent this immense rage on the murderer.
Their eyes all said: You deserve to die.
Xie Qiang felt her limbs go weak. She tried hard to wave away the image she just saw, enduring the horror in her chest, and closed her eyes tightly.
Who did this?
When she encountered the assassination last night, only Mo Yin was present. Later, she fell asleep from exhaustion, so the corpse must have been handled by Mo Yin.
So… did he do it?
Just now at home, because she was disobedient and moved around, did Mo Yin deliberately bring her to the restaurant to let her see this bloody scene?
A sudden chill rose in Xie Qiang’s heart. But thinking of the bag of soft, milky dried fish flatbreads from last night, she found it hard to connect Mo Yin with such morbid, crazy actions.
I can’t jump to conclusions.
She clenched her hands slightly, her voice trying hard to suppress its trembling. “Mo Yin, put me down.”
Mo Yin finally snapped back to reality. He looked at the corpse hanging at the restaurant entrance, frowned, then turned around and put the girl down.
Xie Qiang stepped onto the ground, her legs shivering from the cold floor. She gently stepped onto the black-clad youth’s military boots, looked up at him, and asked, “Mo Yin, did you do this?”
Mo Yin looked down at her, not understanding her meaning.
Is she asking if he kicked the corpse until it was twisted and ugly, or asking if he hung the corpse at the restaurant entrance?
Seeing Mo Yin neither admit nor deny it, Xie Qiang stepped back in disappointment, her soles leaving the military boots that should have given her peace of mind.
So, he was one of the participants?
Are there other masterminds?
Seeing the girl hugging her arms and trembling slightly, Mo Yin was silent for a moment. Suddenly, he turned around and walked to the restaurant entrance.
No one saw when the sword was unsheathed. By the time the Sentinels reacted, the hanging rope had been cut. The A-class Sentinel’s corpse fell heavily to the ground, its already twisted posture becoming even more unsightly.
The sharp long sword pointed straight at the assassin’s glabella. The wide, thin wound beneath it unmistakably revealed the identity of the murderer who killed the Sentinel.
But this was far from enough to dispel the A-class Sentinels’ suspicion of Xie Qiang.
Who knows if the Princess personally ordered Mo Yin to kill him?
Amid the standoff, a mellow and loud male voice rang out from not far away. “Xie Qiang? What are you standing there stupidly for?”
Seeing Xie Qiang barefoot and wearing only a nightgown, Hong Que was about to mock her for going out like this when he caught a glimpse of the corpse on the ground near Mo Yin out of the corner of his eye. He was instantly shocked.
“Why is the corpse here?!”
He clearly put the assassin’s corpse in the water prison and locked it up!
Hearing this, Xie Qiang’s eyelashes trembled slightly. She looked up at him. “You knew about the assassin too?”
“Of course… ah,” realizing something, Hong Que immediately shook his head to deny it. “I don’t know! I don’t know anything!”
Absolutely cannot let her know I was negligent in guarding the corpse. If she misunderstand that this is my way of rejecting her… although I didn’t plan to agree, anyway, I can’t let her misunderstand in this way!
Xie Qiang bit her lip and looked at him.
Does he think I’m easy to fool? Looking like that, he is clearly lying!
“It must be Cang Jiu!” Seeing Xie Qiang’s face full of distrust, Hong Que hurriedly shifted the blame. “Only he would do such a perverted thing!”
That guy looked full of interest last night, wanting to skin and debone the assassin and hang him in the restaurant to scare the A-class Sentinels!
“Inspector Hong, as a prosecutor, is your specialty slandering people at will?”
A lazy, youthful voice rang out. The silver-haired fox youth walked out from the crowd of Sentinels, looking innocent and helpless. “At least show some evidence, right?”
“What evidence? I am the evidence!” Hong Que roared at the top of his lungs. “Last night you clearly said you wanted to—”
“Oh?” Cang Jiu raised an eyebrow slightly, the ambiguous smile in his fox eyes intensifying. “What did I say last night? Could it be that you were also there after Her Highness was assassinated?”
“I!” Hong Que choked, realizing he almost let the cat out of the bag. He scratched his head irritably. “Damn it, I can’t out-talk you!”
“Your Highness.” Cang Jiu stopped beside Xie Qiang, bent down gently, and extended a slender, fair hand. “The ground is cold. Let me take you back.”
Why care about these A-class Sentinels? Now, the kind and pure you should be locked in a high tower far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, with only the S-class knights willing to cut through thorns for you in your eyes.
That dirty throne doesn’t suit you.
Xie Qiang lowered her eyes, distracted. She raised her hand, but just as she was about to touch the youth’s palm, she suddenly waved to the side and pulled off the light blue silk ribbon from his ponytail.
Cang Jiu paused. “Your Highness?”
“I don’t need it.”
She clenched the ribbon in her hand tightly, taking two steps back. The pain in her eyes was like unmeltable ice. “Any of you.”
The pain from the injury on her ankle filled her eyes with tears, and her body nearly swayed. Cang Jiu wanted to steady her, but she pushed him away.
“Don’t touch me!” Her voice was hoarse, trying her best to suppress the tremor. Those almond eyes, which were usually full of smiles and vitality, now held only endless disappointment.
They clearly knew how much effort I put in to dissolve the A-class Sentinels’ hatred, so they wouldn’t assassinate me again.
Yet they easily destroyed my results and even tried to deceive me.
If I don’t lose my temper, they will never know where my bottom line for tolerance lies.
Turning around, Xie Qiang limped back. Her thin, slender figure looked like a kitten who had suffered endless grievances, making one’s heart ache just looking at her.
Cang Jiu’s fingertips trembled slightly, an indescribable stuffiness and annoyance in his heart.
Clearly, the goal of breaking her naive fantasy has been achieved, but why… am I not happy at all?
Thinking of Xie Qiang saying she didn’t need him with a face full of pain, a layer of chill spread across Cang Jiu’s face. His gaze locked tightly onto the soul-lost girl.
You can’t do that, Your Highness.
You must need me, desperately need me.
Otherwise, when the First Prince succeeds the throne, who else can stand unconditionally by your side?
Xie Qiang walked and walked, finally unable to hold it in, leaning against the wall to retch and cough.
The tears in her eyes trembled as she coughed. Only after coughing out that surging nausea did she slide down along the wall, wrapping her arms around her knees, curling herself into a ball.
Too disgusting. I’ve never seen such a grotesque corpse in my life. A Sentinel’s strength is indeed extraordinary. In comparison, how delicate Guides are. Once they lose their noble status, it’s not hard to imagine what kind of fate they would fall into.
In the novel, as Sen Ji “perished together” with the Zerg Queen, the Empire ushered in a century of peace with the Zerg in dormancy. Some nobles were gradually no longer satisfied with “Guides superior, Sentinels inferior” and wanted to overturn the system, making Sentinels the new controllers.
Before finding a way to protect Guides, the Zerg Queen absolutely cannot die.
Xie Qiang rubbed her eyes. When she looked up again, those eyes were as bright as washed stars, revealing a tenacious resilience, staring firmly ahead.
Alright, for the sake of my arms and legs, time to continue working.
Nothing can defeat me. I am the indestructible Little Qiang!
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