She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 395 - 394: Going up the mountain, going to the bathroom in pairs

Chapter 395: Chapter 394: Going up the mountain, going to the bathroom in pairs

"Where’s the escort?" the Angel Envoy asked with furrowed brows as he heard them mention an escort.

This female leader seemed quite capable of fighting, but she was still a woman after all and might not be able to handle many moves against him. Moreover, her mentor had just mentioned that she was injured.

As for this advisor, he looked as meek as a chick, and he guessed that a single punch would make him scramble for cover.

So, the only concern for the Angel Envoy was that escort.

If the escort was a burly man, he wouldn’t agree to go with them, or he would pretend to agree and then take control of the escort along the way.

Once they were on his territory, they would have to listen to the Divine Church of Light.

The Angel Envoy was deliberating in his mind.

That’s when he saw a lean, plain-looking young man approaching them, dressed in grey, very simple and unremarkable in appearance.

"He is the escort," the advisor pointed to the unremarkable young man and said.

The Angel Envoy sized him up, and the young man lightly coughed while covering his lips.

"What’s wrong with this escort, brother?" the Angel Envoy asked with concern.

The escort spoke hoarsely, "Just caught a bit of cold, have some fever, but it’s nothing serious."

At that statement, a strange glint shone in the eyes of the Angel Envoy.

Great.

Three people, none of them capable of fighting.

"In that case, let’s quickly head up the mountain. We have cold relieving medicine there, and we shouldn’t delay treating a cold," the Angel Envoy warmly suggested.

Upon seeing this, Yan Wanqing waved her feather fan and said, "Boss, while the sun hasn’t set yet, we should head up the mountain first; your injury has already been delayed for too long."

Upon hearing Yan Wanqing’s words, Yan Hongzhao finally processed the news that Xiao Pingfeng had already disguised himself.

She nodded aloofly, "Hmm."

The three were escorted forward by the Angel Envoy and his group, with Ghost Face tenderly watching them ascend the mountain, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes.

Boss, I will miss you...

On the way.

This was not Yan Wanqing’s first time on this path.

A necessary route up the mountain, the trail was winding, and the rocks were rugged. Last time she rushed the mountain using Qinggong, but this time to pose as a commoner, she made sure to step solidly on these rocks.

Finding her pace too slow, the Angel Envoy suggested, "Advisor, the mountain path is difficult; perhaps let one of the brothers carry you?" He couldn’t bear the slow pace, wondering when they would ever reach the mountain top.

As he spoke, he wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve.

Yan Wanqing showed a face of embarrassment, "It’s my fault for being a scholar. I got old and couldn’t practice martial arts, causing everyone trouble."

"There’s nothing wrong with saying that, Advisor. It just helps us move a bit faster," the Angel Envoy’s attitude was no longer as submissive as at the foot of the mountain.

His eyes now carried a hint of impatience.

Yan Wanqing noted this.

If someone else was willing to carry her, she was naturally reluctant to walk.

"Then, I will trouble the young brothers," she said.

The Angel Envoy signaled with his eyes to one of the younger members to carry her, but before anyone could approach, the previously silent servant squatted down in front of the advisor without a word.

Yan Wanqing: "???" I’ve been recognized!

Yan Hongzhao: "..." At times like this, can you not flaunt your love? It’s really a matter of life and death! At my age, I still have to endure the ’dog food’ from my sister and brother-in-law, the kind that fills your mouth! Why isn’t Xiaoliu here? If he were, I wouldn’t feel so lonely and cold.

"Get on," Xiao Pingfeng said hoarsely.

Without a word, Yan Wanqing climbed onto his broad back, lying against him and inhaling his unique scent, which entirely dissipated the slight irritation in her heart caused by the hot weather.

"This?" The disciple who had his job taken looked at the Angel Envoy with eyes wide open.

The Angel Envoy rolled his eyes, "Let’s continue on the path."

Since they could manage it internally, he couldn’t be bothered to pretend to be caring and considerate anymore.

He just needed to get these people to the mountain; afterwards, the gang of bandits at the base of the mountain would still be at their mercy.

Without Yan Wanqing, the "drag-along", the group quickly ascended the mountain.

Once again, they directly experienced the grand temple built on the top of the mountain, soaring into the clouds, with two white horse statues with wings at the entrance, which looked as if coated with a layer of white light from a distance due to regular cleaning, exuding sanctity.

It had to be said, Song Huaxu had a high degree of skill in choosing the location and constructing it.

This kind of palace would make any monarch envious.

"This way, please," the Angel Envoy stood on the steps of the grand hall, extending his hand with a welcoming gesture.

At this moment, from within the palace doors, gusts of cool breeze wafted out, swiftly dispersing the heat from everyone’s bodies.

Yan Wanqing signaled Xiao Pingfeng to put her down.

Both she and Xiao Pingfeng had learned their disguises from Song Huaxu, so it was impossible for the two of them to meet with Song Huaxu.

Among the three of them, only Hongzhao was the least known to Song Huaxu.

Suddenly, she clutched her stomach and cried out in pain, "Ouch! It hurts!"

The Angel Envoy frowned and looked at her, "What is it now, master?!" He thought she had an unpleasant face and was always trouble.

Yan Wanqing squeezed her face into a wince, "It seems like I ate too many wild vegetables recently and my stomach is upset, may I use your restroom?"

Vulgar!

Contempt flashed in the Angel Envoy’s eyes.

"Go, go, go!" He waved his hand, signaling a subordinate to take Yan Wanqing there.

They had hardly taken a few steps when Xiao Pingfeng followed, "Together."

Watching the two of them going to the restroom together, a look of indescribable disgust appeared on the Angel Envoy’s face.

"Lazy donkeys make more mess at the mill!" Yan Hongzhao, fearing that the Angel Envoy would notice something amiss, scolded coldly.

After hearing this, the Angel Envoy, feeling a sense of agreement, exchanged glances with Yan Hongzhao, "Leading must be hard on you, right?" With such subordinates, how could he not be annoyed?

Yan Hongzhao gave him a cold glance and changed the subject, "Take me to see your leader."

The sister and the Crown Prince had left, surely to facilitate their affair, and she too had to do her best to stall for time.

Seeing she was uninterested in talking, the Angel Envoy said no more and led the way through the door.

As they entered the doorway, a blast of cold air hit them in the face.

Unlike the heat at the foot of the mountain, the temperature inside the grand hall was pleasant, with a perennial spring, making it feel very comfortable on the mountain.

Passing through a garden, there were women sitting among the flowers, beautiful in appearance but dressed in Fox Fur, which seemed exceedingly mismatched.

"Who is that?" Yan Hongzhao stopped and asked the Angel Envoy from a distance.

The Angel Envoy glanced over, "Don’t ask what you shouldn’t."

Yan Hongzhao snorted, "Is this the way your Divine Church of Light treats its guests? I can’t even ask?" She insisted on asking when told not to.

Her voice raised, and the women in the garden looked over, revealing features that made Yan Hongzhao raise an eyebrow.

This was clearly the woman in the portrait her sister had just shown her!

"Angel Envoy, you brought outsiders here?" Song Ning, tearing petals from peonies, glared sternly at Yan Hongzhao.

Dressed in bright red, she was strikingly conspicuous in the hall full of white, dressed as if to allure someone.

The Angel Envoy, not wanting to bother with the absurd Miss Song, hurriedly urged Yan Hongzhao to move along.

Since Yan Hongzhao’s intention was to delay time, she raised a provocative smile at Song Ning.

Three.

Two.

One!

"Stop right there—!"

Sure enough, Song Ning called out to stop them.

"Angel Envoy, you’re very bold. Did you become deaf when I spoke to you?!" When Song Ning first met the Angel Envoy, she thought he was Huai Yu, but after various verifications, she realized he was the brother of Huai Yu, so she often liked to torment the Angel Envoy, making him do dirty, hard, and tiring tasks.

After all, whatever Song Huaxu did to herself, he would never say.

So Song Ning did as she pleased.

Wasn’t that because your deceased sister had such a good relationship with Yan Wanqing?

Wasn’t that because you look so much like your deceased sister?

"Replying to Miss, the Angel Envoy dares not," the Angel Envoy said coldly, bowing to Song Ning.

At this moment, a maid was already pushing the wheelchair, moving Song Ning from the garden into the corridor.

Now closer, Song Ning could more clearly see Yan Hongzhao’s vibrant youthful beauty. She had the spirited appearance of a warrior from the martial arts world. Even though she wore a mask, the half-visible face was enough to know that she was quite attractive.

Looking at her healthy body really was infuriating.

Song Ning narrowed her eyes, a glimmer of resentment flashing within.

"You dare not? You are the only Angel Envoy in the whole sect who doesn’t respect me. Do you really think I, Song Ning, am a fool?" Song Ning blasted the Angel Envoy with all her firepower.