My Princess and Crown Prince Are Revived
Chapter 382 Life and Death Condition

Chapter 382: Chapter 382 Life and Death Condition

"Hmm."

Feng Shan blinked, then responded expressionlessly.

Wu Ge’s heart sank violently.

Feng Shan was actually that wolf cub.

"So, Prince Brother, you and Father have both misjudged me. I’m not a kind-hearted person. Just wait, I will arrange a meeting between you and Father."

He bent over, patted Wu Ge’s head, and then said with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

For some reason, a chill traveled up Wu Ge’s spine.

He felt that the "meeting" Feng Shan mentioned definitely wouldn’t be anything good.

But he simply couldn’t resist now.

All he could do was to stare at Feng Shan with eyes both fearful and resentful.

"Take him away."

"Yes."

Suddenly, at this moment, a shadow appeared behind Feng Shan.

He turned his head, only to see Yan Lin and Shi Jing standing behind him.

It was them...

Shi Jing’s gaze unconsciously shifted away.

His mood... somewhat gloomy.

"Nan Xu has run away again. It would trouble General Shi to help catch him."

Yan Lin glanced sidelong at Shi Jing.

Such thankless tasks always seemed to fall to him.

"Fine, who asked me to be a General, and you to be the Prince Consort of our Nanduan Kingdom."

Shi Jing snorted coldly, then mounted his horse and set off with a group of men.

He spoke with a tone that was relaxed and natural.

As if he were dealing with his own brother.

Back in Qingfeng Valley, he had already reconciled with Yan Lin.

If Yan Lin were to become the husband of the Princess...

He thought it would be a very good outcome.

While everyone around was busy and the smell of gunpowder hung in the air, Yan Lin and Feng Shan stood in the middle.

Nobody started talking first, and the atmosphere was ominously cold.

Eventually, Feng Shan couldn’t hold back.

He pursed his lips, then said awkwardly, "I’m sorry."

"You’ve done many wrong things, so, for which one are you apologizing?"

Yan Lin asked indifferently.

Feng Shan’s expression froze.

He clenched his fists and took a deep breath.

"I was wrong to hide my true identity from Sister; I shouldn’t have harbored resentment against Sister, much less set this trap to confine you and so many soldiers in Qingfeng Valley, causing such heavy losses... "

"Feng Shan, you’re mistaken, it’s not just heavy losses, but countless dead and wounded! Do you know how many innocent souls were buried in Qingfeng Valley? They were brothers who followed me through life and death."

Though Yan Lin spoke with a blank expression, Feng Shan felt as if his spirit was being suppressed.

He opened his mouth several times, wanting to defend himself, but found no words to begin with.

Because, indeed, he was in the wrong.

"You’ve instigated this so-called war, causing the people to suffer. Look at the bodies on the ground, their parents, wives, and children—how will they spend the rest of their lives? There may be countless reasons to start a war, but none of them are justifiable!"

"Feng Shan, you can be naive, you can be foolish, but these people should not have to pay a painful price for your actions. You’re still alive and well, but they no longer have the chance."

Yan Lin’s eyes flashed red.

If not for remembering that Feng Shan was once Hanhan’s "sister," he would probably kill him right now.

"Someone, bring two swords here."

Yan Lin ordered sharply.

Yan Lian was nearby, and when he heard Yan Lin’s words, his eyelids twitched violently.

"Eighth Brother, what do you suddenly need swords for?"

"This Prince told you to bring them, and bring them you shall."

Yan Lin’s tone left no room for doubt.

Yan Lian clenched her teeth but eventually went and fetched two swords.

Yan Lin took one of the swords and then tossed the other to Feng Shan.

"What are you trying to do?"

This time, even Feng Shan’s expression turned bewildered.

"Exchange ten moves with me. If you can withstand them, I will let you live. Otherwise, consider death as atonement for your sins."

Yan Lin’s chilling voice scattered with the wind, but everyone heard it loud and clear.

"Yan Lin, I know your martial arts are strong. But you have depleted too much inner strength in Qingfeng Valley and on the way back; you may not be my match. Are you not afraid that I will kill you in a duel?"

Feng Shan clenched his fists and retorted loudly.

Yan Lin had lost his patience, "Consider this a life-and-death agreement. Make your move."

As his words fell, he had already begun to attack Feng Shan.

Feng Shan’s eyes darkened further.

"You are the man my sister cares about, I had intended to spare your life just now, but if you insist on dueling me, then I can only fight back."

He tightly grasped the sword in his hand and engaged in combat with Yan Lin.

The glint and flash of swords were so fast that bystanders could hardly make out their silhouettes.

"Prince, you stay here and make sure Prince Yan doesn’t get injured. I’ll go find Yunxi."

Jian Yun urgently addressed Yan Lian.

The only one who could stop this farce now was Yunxi.

"Go quickly," Yan Lian’s heart was also in turmoil, as he could tell that his royal brother was in very bad shape.

By the time Chu Baihan arrived, Yan Lin and Feng Shan were both injured to differing degrees.

But clearly, Feng Shan was worse off.

He lay bloodied on the ground, unable to muster the strength to get up.

His breath was so weak it seemed he could stop breathing at any moment.

Yet his eyes remained bright.

Seeing Chu Baihan walk over, he couldn’t help but weakly call out, "Sister."

But Chu Baihan didn’t even glance at him; she went straight to Yan Lin’s side.

Seeing a gash on his arm, her eyes reddened slightly.

"Why did you initiate a duel and get yourself injured?"

Though her tone was angry, her hands moved swiftly.

She quickly took out medicine and pushed it into Yan Lin’s mouth, then started bandaging his wound.

"Because I hate him. He killed so many people and almost caused you to..."

At this point, Yan Lin’s heart ached sharply.

If it weren’t for his timely appearance, Hanhan would have died in Qingfeng Valley.

And with that, his mind was filled with the urge to kill Feng Shan to release his anger.

"Yet he once had ties with you. If I were to kill him rashly, you would be sad. So I held back. Dueling him was just to vent the anger in my heart," Yan Lin said to Chu Baihan with a bitter smile.

But Chu Baihan’s expression turned unpleasant.

She pinched his waist without caring whether he was injured there or not.

"Do you think I would be mad at you because of Feng Shan?" she asked through clenched teeth, her tone profoundly frustrated.

"Could it be... not?"

The Prince Consort hesitated in his expression for a moment.

Hearing his answer, Chu Baihan’s face grew even grimmer.

"You stay seated right there."

Pressing Yan Lin to the ground to sit properly, Chu Baihan then drew a dagger from her person and strode towards Feng Shan.

Seeing her approach, Feng Shan was initially pleased, but as he saw the dagger in her hand, his smile faded.

"Sister, do you intend to kill me?" he asked dejectedly.

"I have told you before, you will pay for the calamity you caused," Chu Baihan spoke coldly.