Chapter 439: Divine Couple

As soon as he spoke, everyone looked at Zu An, their eyes filled with suspicion. Even Zheng Dan gave him a strange look. Both of their cultivation levels were suppressed, so it should have been impossible to dodge that arrow. Yet, Zu An's speed just now was incredibly fast, even quicker than her own peak speed before her cultivation was sealed.

Had he already recovered his cultivation?

However, her moment of distraction was fleeting, and she quickly grew worried for him. After all, with so many experts present, this matter wouldn't be easily brushed aside.

Zu An's heart skipped a beat, but he reacted quickly, immediately saying, "I don't know what happened. I just dodged to the side, and the arrow seemed to lose its aim, just grazing my nose. Look, I still have a faint red mark on the tip of my nose." As he spoke, he leaned his nose closer for everyone to see.

Liu Yao snorted coldly. "Who are you trying to fool? Night Elves always adhere to the principle that if they don't strike, they won't, but when they do, it's a guaranteed hit. An arrow they meticulously planned might not be dodged even by an expert who is deliberately on guard. Your cultivation is clearly sealed; how could you possibly have dodged it?"

"How should I know?" Zu An spread his hands, looking helpless. "Maybe the assassin had diarrhea today and was a bit weak? Or maybe something affected them and made their hand tremble when they fired?"

The Duke of Liang frowned. With a flash of movement, he appeared beside Zu An, grabbing his wrist to check his pulse. After a moment, his brow furrowed even deeper. "His vital energy flow is indeed restricted; it hasn't been unsealed."

Hearing this, Zu An grew even bolder. "Hey, hey, hey, I'm clearly the victim who was nearly assassinated! Why are you all interrogating me? Oh, I know! You couldn't catch the assassin, so to cover up your incompetence, you're taking your frustration out on me, the victim!"

"You brat, what did you say!" Liu Yao couldn't help but rage.

Rage value from Liu Yao: 345!

He continuously received rage values from the Duke of Liang and a series of others. Clearly, his sarcastic remarks had left them flustered and speechless, unable to retort.

Fortunately, at that moment, Huang Huihong's words rescued them. "By the way, it seemed a woman also made a move in the crowd just now. Perhaps she affected the assassin's accuracy."

"A woman?" The Duke of Liang was startled and quickly asked, "Where is that woman?"

Huang Huihong shook his head. "Everyone went to chase the assassin just now, and the woman disappeared in the blink of an eye. The scene was too chaotic at the time, making it difficult to find anyone."

The Duke of Liang frowned, but given the special status of Huang Huihong, he couldn't easily blame him. He simply said, "I wonder about that woman's background and her connection to the assassin..."

The few people discussed for a while, coming up with all sorts of conjectures.

Zu An snorted inwardly. "Who are these guys looking down on? Couldn't she have come to save me?"

When he left Brightmoon City earlier, he felt a little disappointed not to see Pei Mianman come to see him off. But now, it seemed his charm was still potent.

Just then, a wave of hoofbeats came from ahead, and a troop of riders galloped rapidly towards them from a distance. The leader appeared to be in his early twenties, riding a magnificent white horse and dressed in a python robe. It was clear without introduction that it was the Duke of Wu.

"Zhao Yan greets the Duke of Liang and General Wei." The Duke of Wu had dismounted long ago and walked over, his face filled with a humble smile as he saluted.

"Duke of Wu, you are too courteous." The Duke of Liang and Liu Yao quickly reached out to help him up. While it was fine for the Duke of Liang, Liu Yao's status was technically lower than the Duke of Wu's, so he truly wasn't worthy of such a grand salute.

"Both of you are elders to little Yan, so a salute is only proper." The Duke of Wu had red lips and white teeth, a rather handsome appearance, but his physique was somewhat slender, lacking a certain masculine vigor and appearing rather delicate.

Seeing his humble demeanor, both the Duke of Liang and Liu Yao felt extremely comfortable.

Liu Yao quickly said, "Little Yan, it's been a bit cold these past few days. You've always had a delicate constitution since childhood; be careful not to catch a cold coming out at this time."

"Thank you for your concern." The Duke of Wu was smiling as he replied when he suddenly began to cough.

"This Duke seems a bit frail," Zu An couldn't help but poke Zheng Dan beside him, noticing the Duke wearing clothes much thicker than ordinary people.

It was quite strange. In this world, cultivators were supposedly much healthier than ordinary people. Since he had been officially enfeoffed as a Duke, his cultivation level must have been at least that of a Grandmaster. Regardless of whether he achieved it by relying on vast imperial resources from a young age, he was still a Grandmaster. Logically, his health shouldn't be so poor, should it? Was it due to a congenital deficiency at birth, or did rapid cultivation advancements later leave an irreparable hidden ailment in his body?

Of course, there was another possibility: although cultivators in this world had better health than ordinary people, higher cultivation didn't necessarily mean a longer lifespan. Otherwise, the current emperor wouldn't be approaching the period of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man sooner than the Duke of Liang or Liu Yao. It could be said that whether one was healthy or how long one would ultimately live was simply a matter of metaphysics.

"I think he looks quite handsome, a gentle and refined young master like jade," Zheng Dan said with a smile, pursing her lips. "Compared to those crude muscular men, women prefer this type." She enjoyed being with Zu An precisely because of this unconstrained feeling. Normally, she had to abide by various etiquettes and constantly suppress herself, but with him, she had fewer reservations.

Zu An was speechless. A woman's mind truly was hard to guess. They disliked muscular men but preferred a delicate, sickly type? He remembered the fangirls from his previous life, who would repeatedly warn their idols not to lift weights and ruin their pretty-boy image, and he couldn't help but feel a little more understanding.

"Husband, take your medicine quickly." At that moment, a delicate voice sounded, and a beautiful figure ran over from behind with small, quick steps.

The somewhat noisy scene immediately quieted down. The Duke of Liang, Liu Yao, numerous Imperial Guards, and the citizens on the street who hadn't managed to escape yet, all had their gazes drawn to that beautiful figure. Even Huang Huihong and the other Embroidered Guards, who had long been trained into emotionless machines, couldn't help but look in that direction.

Perhaps due to the extreme cold of Mount Ji, the woman was wrapped in a snow-white fox fur coat, combined with a white dress, making her appear like a goddess from a snow mountain—beautiful and pure, as if she didn't belong to the mortal world. Having run a short distance, a faint blush subtly appeared on her fair and captivating cheeks, adding a touch of worldly charm to her.

She took out a porcelain bottle, and the pale red pills further highlighted the fair and delicate beauty of her hands. She anxiously handed the medicine to the Duke of Wu. In that instant, her eyes seemed to hold only her husband. She had no mind to spare a glance for the numerous Imperial Guards around them, Sang Hong and his son in the prisoner cart, or Zu An and Zheng Dan in the carriage.

"What more could a man ask for than a wife like this?" In the distant prisoner cart, Sang Qian felt as though he had been struck by lightning, sighing in a dazed and distraught manner. Her beauty seemed otherworldly, and in that instant, his heart was completely captivated. Moreover, her devoted care for her husband moved him profoundly.

Zheng Dan had once been the perfect wife in his mind—beautiful, elegant, every action a model of a refined lady. But these past few days, her unquestioning compliance with Zu An's various unreasonable demands infuriated him. Even though he was currently unable to protect her, she didn't have to do whatever Zu An asked of her, did she? He even heard she was helping him massage his legs? Look at how the Duke of Wu's consort treated her husband; her eyes held no one but him.

At this moment, Zheng Dan also looked at the pair and exclaimed, "They are truly a perfect match!" He was a gentle and refined young master like jade, and she was an ethereal beauty. Standing together, they truly embodied the saying of a talented man and a beautiful woman. Crucially, the intense love in their eyes made them seem to glow with a precious, brilliant light, as if they had become the center of the world in that very moment.