Ning Dao Covered with Snow

Chapter 313: Survival with Broken Arm
Just as Ning's blade was about to fall, the envoy hurriedly shouted, "Don't fight here!"

Yan Ciwan paused, "Where else could we go if not here?"

"We should at least leave the West Market first. The West Market is full of government soldiers. If I can't help but cry out in pain, we will expose our whereabouts."

Yan Ciwan didn't seem to care much about it and casually reassured her, "This is easy to handle."

She yanked off the envoy's boots and shoved them into his mouth, saying, "That way you won't be able to scream, and it'll also prevent you from accidentally biting your tongue. It's a win-win situation, perfect!"

The envoy was almost furious. Perfect my foot!
He raised his left hand, ripped off his boots, and lay on the ground retching.

Yan Ciwan clicked her tongue and said, "Tsk tsk, how strong is the smell of your boots? It made you throw up. If you ask me, you should pay more attention to personal hygiene, wash your feet more often, and change your socks more frequently."

The envoy's chest heaved violently, his face turning pale and then red. He glared fiercely at Yan Ciwan, and if his gaze could turn into knives, Yan Ciwan would have been torn to pieces by now.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You did this on purpose!"

Yan Ciwan frowned: "What kind of attitude is this? I was just advising you to pay attention to your personal hygiene. Do you have to be sloppy and stink up the whole street when you take off your shoes? Is that what makes you happy?"

The envoy trembled all over: "You...you..."

He was probably so angry that his blood and qi surged, which aggravated the spread of the poison. He couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Yan Ciwan quickly took a step back to avoid being splattered with blood.

The envoy lay on the ground, panting heavily, feeling dizzy and almost fainting.

He gritted his teeth and barely managed to stay conscious. Although he was filled with hatred, reason told him that now was not the time to argue with Yan Ciwan. The most important thing right now was to save his life. He could only think about anything else if he survived.

He took a deep breath, wiped the blood from his mouth, and looked up at Yan Ciwan.

"Stop talking nonsense and get started."

Yan Ciwan bent down, picked up the boot, and held it to his mouth, gesturing for him to bite it.

The envoy knocked off his boots, then pulled out the wooden hairpin from his head, bit it with his teeth, and then tore open his clothes, pulling his right arm out of his sleeve.

After he got into position, Yan Ciwan raised the Ning Blade for the third time.

This time she didn't say a word, and directly raised her knife and cut his right arm off at the root, close to his shoulder!

Blood spurted out, and the envoy convulsed in pain, his face contorted, veins bulging on his forehead, and his teeth almost biting the wooden hairpin off.

Yan Ciwan used his clothes to wipe Ning Dao clean, and then sheathed the sword.

She knelt down, picked up the small cloth bag from the ground, and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, I'll stop the bleeding for you right away."

The envoy felt dizzy and couldn't see anything clearly. His mind was also foggy. He didn't know what Yan Ciwan had done to his wounds. When he came to his senses, he heard Yan Ciwan say something.

"That's good."

The envoy's face was ashen, covered in cold sweat. He struggled to sit up, supporting himself with one hand on the ground. He turned to look at his right arm and found it lying alone on the ground, with a pool of blood beside it.

His right shoulder and chest were tightly bound with strips of cloth.

Yan Ciwan asked, "How are you feeling?"

The envoy stared at the strips of cloth wrapped around his body and said in a hoarse voice, "This fabric looks familiar."

"Of course it looks familiar, because it used to be your cloak."

Upon hearing this, the envoy immediately looked at his cloak and found that only a small part of it remained.

He felt that he must look ridiculous right now.

Logically, he should be angry, but he was too tired and in too much pain to even speak.

In the end, he could only close his eyes, deciding to ignore it. However, Yan Ciwan's voice soon rang in his ears.

"Don't sit here, we need to get out of here right away."

The envoy had no choice but to open his eyes and said weakly, "I can't move. Carry me on your back."

Yan Ciwan was shocked: "How could a weak woman like me carry such a big and burly man like you?!"

The envoy really wanted to retort, "I don't believe your nonsense!"
A monster like her, who can single-handedly take on more than twenty assassins, actually dares to call herself a weak woman?!
Unfortunately, he was too weak to speak and could only express his feelings with a cold laugh.

Yan Ciwan was still hoping he would take her to the main altar to rescue people, so she couldn't really leave him here. She rolled her eyes and said, "I can carry you, but you have to pay me for my trouble."

The envoy remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Yan Ciwan reached out and touched his waist, quickly pulling out a money pouch that was quite heavy.

She excitedly opened the money bag and found that in addition to some loose silver and copper coins, there was also a gold ingot!
Yan Ciwan couldn't help but exclaim, "You're so rich!"

The envoy's forehead twitched.

Born into the royal family of Xizhou, she grew up in luxury and had seen countless treasures of gold and silver. However, a mere gold ingot was nothing to her.

Her exaggerated reaction is clearly a sarcastic jab at his poverty.

How abominable!

Yan Ciwan unceremoniously stuffed the money pouch into her bosom, her face beaming with a smile. With so much money, she could pay back all the money she owed Xiao Wang in one go. Great!

She pulled the envoy up and hoisted him onto her shoulder.

The envoy's wound was aggravated, causing him to feel dizzy and weak as he spoke.

Be gentle.

Yan Ciwan pouted: "She really is delicate."

Your Excellency: "..."

I wanted to curse, but I didn't have the strength, so I could only hold back in the end.

Yan Ciwan used her lightness skill to leap into the air, and even with an adult man on her back, her movements were still as light as a swallow.

In the blink of an eye, she led the envoy over the high wall and landed steadily on the ground.

With his last bit of strength, Zun said, "Go to Chonghua Ward. Someone will meet me there."

Since there was no curfew tonight, there were still many pedestrians on the street. Yan Ciwan carrying such a big man would definitely attract the attention of passersby.

Yan Ciwan temporarily placed the envoy by the roadside, and then used the money she had just earned from the envoy to buy an old cart from a nearby resident.

She placed the envoy on the cart and pulled it forward.

The envoy lay on his back on the cart, feeling extremely cold and dizzy, and longed to just fall asleep.

But his remaining rationality told him that he couldn't sleep yet, because Yan Ciwan was the only one beside him. This woman was cunning and treacherous, and he had to be constantly vigilant towards her.

The wheels rolled over the road, making a slight sound, and the vehicle swayed slightly as a result.

The envoy almost fell asleep, but he deliberately moved his body, aggravating his wound and causing severe pain, which instantly woke him up.

He stared wide-eyed at the night sky, constantly reminding himself not to fall asleep.

Time passes little by little.

Your Excellency sensed something was amiss. Chonghua Ward was near the West Market, and given Yan Ciwan's speed, she should have arrived long ago. Why hadn't she stopped yet?