77: Chapter 77 Royal Sisters, Love and Hate?

"Royal Sister, we meet again."

These five words were spoken softly and calmly, yet they exploded in everyone's ears like a thunderclap from the Nine Heavens.

The entire main cabin fell into dead silence.

You could hear a pin drop.

Everyone froze in place, their minds blank, unable to process the inconceivable scene before them.

"Hereditary Prince? Royal Sister? Princess Jingping?"

Countless chaotic thoughts swirled in their minds, almost tearing their sanity apart.

The Prefect of Yanzhou's fat face instantly drained of color, turning as pale as paper.

He trembled like a sieve, his official robes soaked with sweat, and he nearly collapsed to the floor.

The person he had been hosting was actually a princess of the current dynasty?

And the assassin was another princess?

Heavens!

This was a matter that would turn the world upside down!

The other Martial Artists of the Jianghu were even more terrified, their souls seemingly leaving their bodies.

They opened their mouths wide, making "he-he" sounds in their throats, but could not utter a single word.

A moment ago, they were still smug about the thirty taels of silver, thinking they had taken on a lucrative job.

The next moment, they discovered they had been dragged into the most core, most bloody secret of the royal family.

This wasn't a lucrative job; this was a death warrant!

Knowing such a secret, how many days could they still live?

Chen Fan was also stunned by this earth-shattering reversal, unable to recover for a long time.

He never dreamed that the cold, noble, and androgynous Hereditary Prince Zheng was actually a princess disguised as a man.

Even less did he imagine that the bewitchingly seductive and ruthless Saintess of the White Lotus Sect, Su Xin, was also a princess!

What kind of situation was this?

Royal sisters, loving and killing each other?

Just in this dead silence, Su Xin suddenly let out a cold laugh.

The laughter was sharp and piercing, filled with endless resentment and mockery.

"Bitch."

She stared at Princess Jingping's flawless face, spitting out the vicious curse word by word.

"Just like your mother, you're both bitches!"

Before the words faded, her wrist jerked violently, and a more violent burst of Qi erupted, actually forcing the longsword back halfway from between Eunuch Zheng's fingers!

She wanted to kill!

A trace of anger finally appeared on Eunuch Zheng's old face.

"Presumptuous!"

He curled his five fingers into claws, and over his withered palms, a hint of Qi was flowing, ready to completely subdue Su Xin.

However, at this moment, a strange black shadow appeared silently beside Eunuch Zheng.

It was a hunched old woman with a face full of wrinkles, holding a dark green snake-headed cane in her hand.

The moment she appeared, the temperature of the entire main cabin seemed to drop a few degrees.

"Hehehe... Old eunuch, it's been many years, and your temper is still this big."

The old woman let out a laugh like a night owl and tapped her snake-headed cane lightly.

"Ding!"

The tip of the cane tapped with absolute precision onto the wrist Eunuch Zheng was using to grab Su Xin.

Eunuch Zheng's movements halted abruptly.

He slowly turned his head, and from his murky old eyes, a terrifying brilliance shot out.

"Granny Dufei! You're not dead yet!"

"Since you haven't died, how could this old woman bear to go first?" Granny Dufei laughed even more sinisterly.

"Today, no one is allowed to touch our White Lotus Sect's Saintess."

A majestic Aura erupted from both of them simultaneously.

Fifth-grade!

These two unassuming old people were both astonishingly fifth-grade experts.

The collision of powerful Qi made the floor of the entire main cabin groan under the strain.

Several Martial Artists nearby were blown away by this wave of energy, crashing into the walls in a sorry state.

Chen Fan was also forced to retreat several steps before he could stabilize his figure.

Is this the might of a fifth-grade expert?

Just the collision of their Auras was this terrifying.

Previously in Xiushan City, he had gone to search and arrest, but hadn't witnessed a fifth-grade battle with his own eyes.

And this fifth-grade expert from the White Lotus Sect was actually called Granny Dufei?

Chen Fan remembered that Granny Duxin from before, who had been killed by Alliance Leader Song Yuanxing and the old eunuch from the Prince's Mansion in Xiushan City.

And now, another Granny Dufei had appeared?

Did that mean there were also Granny Duren, Granny Dugan, and Granny Dupei?

Chen Fan grumbled inwardly.

As the two top experts confronted each other, the situation in the arena changed once again.

Su Xin was liberated.

She didn't hesitate at all, her figure flickering as she turned into a red bolt of lightning again, her longsword stabbing straight at Princess Jingping's heart.

This time, no one could stop her.

Watching the sword tip rapidly enlarge before her, Princess Jingping's cold face still showed no trace of fear.

She just stood there quietly.

Then, she spoke.

"All of you, withdraw."

These four words were neither heavy nor light, but they carried an irresistible majesty.

All the Martial Artists who were about to step forward to protect her paused their movements.

Su Xin's sword also stopped less than three inches from Princess Jingping's brow.

The sword wind was biting, blowing up a few strands of hair on Princess Jingping's forehead.

"Royal Sister, I have a few words I want to say to you alone." Princess Jingping ignored the lethal sword edge and just looked at Su Xin calmly.

She seemed to be relying on her confidence, knowing that Su Xin would not kill her.

Su Xin looked at her coldly, not speaking.

Princess Jingping waved her hand.

"Get out."

Eunuch Zheng and Granny Duxin exchanged a look, and the Aura on both of them simultaneously receded.

"Your Highness..." Eunuch Zheng hesitated.

"Withdraw." Princess Jingping repeated.

Eunuch Zheng said no more, just gave Su Xin a deep look; the warning in his eyes was self-evident.

He turned and was the first to walk out of the main cabin.

The others, including the Prefect of Yanzhou and the crowd of Martial Artists, felt as if they had received an amnesty and scrambled out.

Chen Fan also mixed into the crowd and retreated to the deck.

Soon, inside the large main cabin, only the sisters standing with swords remained.

Su Xin maintained her sword-wielding posture, the tip pointing directly at Princess Jingping's brow.

"What nonsense do you want to spout?"

Princess Jingping sighed slightly and took a step forward, letting the cold sword edge press against her skin.

A bead of blood seeped out along the tip of the sword.

"Royal Sister, is what happened back then really that important?"

"When we were little, weren't we on very good terms?"

Hearing this, Su Xin seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Sisters?" She sneered, full of disdain.

"Are sisters just meant to be betrayed?"

"The imperial family is the most heartless. Jingping, don't talk this nonsense to me; it makes me sick."

Princess Jingping was silent.

She did not argue further, but took out a palm-sized box made of sandalwood from her sleeve.

She handed the box to Su Xin.

"Coming out of the capital this time, I was just to give this thing to you."

Su Xin did not move, just stared at the box with suspicious eyes.

Princess Jingping opened the lid.

In an instant, a strange, refreshing fragrance wafted out from the box.

Inside the box lay a snow-white lotus, as if carved from ice and jade.

On the lotus were nine petals, and on each petal, a faint, visible white halo flowed.

Su Xin's body stiffened suddenly.

Her hand holding the sword trembled slightly for the first time.

She stared fixedly at the lotus, stunned, followed by a long, deathly silence.

"ninth-grade soul lotus." Princess Jingping's voice rang out softly.

"I know, you need it to save Imperial Consort Su."

She looked at Su Xin's face, which had instantly lost all color, and continued.

"Royal Sister, turn back from your misguided path. The White Lotus Sect is an evil cult; being with them won't end well."

Su Xin no longer sneered.

She just slowly, slowly withdrew her longsword.

She looked at the sister before her, who had a blood feud with her, but was also so beautiful she didn't seem like a Mortal.

"Pure as glaze, calm as autumn water." This was the title her Imperial Father had given her.

And what about herself?

Once Linghuang, now she was heartless as a scorpion, her life as worthless as grass.

After a long time, Su Xin finally spoke.

"Thank you."