Ning Dao Covered with Snow

Chapter 433 Self-immolation
Li Baizhou grabbed Yan Ciwan's arm.

In the past, Li Baizhou would have been no match for Yan Ciwan, but now that she was still recovering from serious injuries, her strength was greatly reduced, and no matter how hard she struggled, she could not shake off Li Baizhou's hand.

Li Baizhou snatched the wine jar from her hand and casually threw it on the ground.

With a crisp crack, the wine jar shattered into pieces, and the wine inside gushed out.

The aroma of wine inside the hall grew stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, shouts of battle erupted outside, followed by a violent earthquake.

As if suddenly waking from a dream, Li Baizhou grabbed Yan Ciwan by the neck, pinned her against a pillar, and said in an extremely dangerous tone, "You want to kill me."

Yan Ciwan did not speak.

She pressed the mechanism at the end of the ring, and a sharp blade popped out.

Without hesitation, she plunged the knife into Li Baizhou's abdomen!

Li Baizhou was in excruciating pain. He forcefully threw Yan Ciwan away, clutching his abdominal wound as he backed away. Blood seeped out from between his fingers and dripped onto the ground.

Yan Ciwan fell to the ground in a disheveled state, her arm landing squarely on a shard of porcelain from the wine jar. The shard pierced her flesh, causing her to gasp in pain.

She gritted her teeth and endured the pain, practically tumbling and crawling as she fled towards the door.

Before she could crawl very far, Li Baizhou grabbed her hair from behind. She was in excruciating pain and was forced to lean back. With one hand she grabbed the wrist of the person behind her, and with the other hand she slashed the blade at the end of the ring.

Li Baizhou's wrist was cut, and blood flowed freely.

Seeing that Yan Ciwan had repeatedly attacked him cruelly, he was filled with hatred and grabbed the brass candlestick next to him, smashing it hard against the back of Yan Ciwan's head.

With a loud thud, Yan Ciwan felt a sharp pain in the back of her head, her vision blurred, and her hands fell limply to her sides.

Li Baizhou let go of her hand, and she naturally lay down on the ground.

She still had her eyes open, but her gaze was unfocused, and she appeared to be delirious.

Li Baizhou staggered back a step.

Holding a brass candlestick in one hand and clutching his stomach with the other, he staggered to the window. By then, the sun was already visible on the horizon, and rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds, scattering across the earth like a vast, radiant golden ocean.

Shouts of battle came from the west; it must be Qiao Yi leading the Left Jinwu Guard in a fight against the rebels.

Li Baizhou muttered to himself, "It seems that Xiao Wenyi has ultimately chosen to be a loyal subject, even disregarding the life of his own daughter."

The palace servants nearby had all fled, leaving only a few Imperial Guards on duty. Judging from their anxious expressions, they were in a dilemma, unsure whether to stay or run away.
The shouts of battle grew weaker and weaker, and Li Baizhou knew that Qiao Yi was no match for Xiao Wenyi.

Soon, the rebels will storm the Zichen Palace.

With the outcome decided, Li Baizhou slowly closed the window. He casually tossed the candlestick to the ground, and the candle flame, touching the spilled wine, burst into flames.

Without even glancing at the rapidly spreading flames, he walked step by step to Yan Ciwan's side, grabbed the last wine jar, and poured all the wine inside onto Yan Ciwan.

Yan Ciwan was soaked to the bone. She shuddered, finally recovering from the excruciating pain of the blow to the back of her head. She felt a buzzing in her ears and a nauseous feeling.

She braced herself on the wet ground with her hands and struggled to sit up.

Li Baizhou said to her, "Stop struggling, you can't escape."

Yan Ciwan could hear the people around her talking, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. She shook her head, gritted her teeth, and crawled forward.

Li Baizhou raised the empty wine jar in his hand, as if to smash it against the back of her head again.

Just then, the sound of rapid hoofbeats suddenly rang out outside, followed by shouts from the Imperial Guards. "Rebels! Protect the Emperor!"

The clanging and clashing of swords must mean that the people outside are fighting.

Li Baizhou paused in his movements, and Yan Ciwan seized the opportunity to roll to the side, shouting at the top of her lungs, "Come quick! Li Baizhou is here!"

By this time, the flames had spread completely along the ground, and Yan Ciwan was covered in alcohol. If she touched even a little bit of the flames, she would immediately catch fire.

Driven by a powerful will to survive, she mustered her last bit of strength and frantically scrambled onto the table, shouting at the top of her lungs, "Help! Someone, please help!"

Li Baizhou did not dodge; the hem of his clothes was already on fire, and the wine jar in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.

The spilled liquor caused the flames to leap even higher.

He reached out his hand to Yan Ciwan: "You stay with me, Ayang, you can't leave me."

Yan Ciwan was furious and cursed, "Are you crazy?! Get lost and don't come near me!"

The door was kicked open from the outside, and Xiao Wang rushed in first.

He was not dressed as a Taoist priest as usual. He was wearing silver armor, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent. His helmet was nowhere to be seen, a strand of hair fell from his forehead, and there were specks of blood on his cheeks. He held a long spear in his hand.

He just now used his spear to pierce open the door.

When Yan Ciwan saw him, it was as if she had seen a savior, and she shouted excitedly.

"I'm here!"

Xiao wanted to rush forward, but the flames blocked his way.

He forcefully planted the spear into the ground, then used his lightness skill to leap into the air, stepping on the spear shaft with his toes, using the momentum to fly over the sea of ​​fire and land on the table.

He picked Yan Ciwan up with one hand and found that she was completely soaked and smelled strongly of alcohol.

His heart sank: "You're drunk?"

Yan Ciwan nodded and pointed at Li Baizhou: "He did it. He'll drag me down with him even if he dies."

Xiao Wang glanced at Li Baizhou.

Li Baizhou was now completely engulfed in flames. He was burning all over and rolled on the ground in pain, letting out a series of shrill screams.

Xiao Wang took off his cloak and wrapped it completely around Yan Ciwan.

The table legs were already on fire and began to shake, clearly not going to hold up for much longer.

Xiao Wang grabbed Yan Ciwan and leaped upwards, the two flying over the sea of ​​fire and landing at the doorway.

A corner of Yan Ciwan's cloak was on fire, and Xiao Wang's clothes were also covered in sparks. He quickly helped Yan Ciwan take off her cloak and throw it aside, then swatted out the sparks on his own clothes.

Only after doing all this did he draw his spear and hold it in his hand.

"Xiao Liu! Ning Ci!" Du Lingzhou rode up, followed by a troop of soldiers.

They galloped to Xiao Wang and Yan Ciwan, and seeing that they were both alive, Du Lingzhou breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't help but complain, "Xiao Liu, how could you rush so fast all by yourself? We couldn't even catch up with you. Do you know how dangerous this is? What if something happened to you...?"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Xiao Wang open his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, then close his eyes and faint.

Yan Ciwan, who was closest to him, quickly reached out to take it.

Unfortunately, she was also injured and couldn't exert any strength at all. In the end, the two of them fell to the ground together, scaring everyone present half to death.