You Have To Trust Me

Zhao Ling moved her right hand, and in the next second, there was a small cold dagger in her hand. Before everyone could react, she put the dagger on her neck and said to the three major protectors of the Wuji Teaching: "If this is the case, is it? Weaknesses that are easy to find, your leader certainly don't want to disappear so soon, right?"

Zhao Ling had been carrying this scalpel with her all the time. It was originally used for dissecting a corpse, but she did not expect to use it on herself today.

"What are you doing?" Wuhen's expression changed when he saw the small knife in Zhao Ling's hand. Quickly, he moved towards her with aim of snatching the dagger from her hand.

"Stop!" Zhao Ling shouted anxiously, "If you don't want to carry a corpse back to whoever sent you."

"What do you want?" Wuxian also turned her pretty face pale. She was somewhat aware of Zhao Ling's temper. This princess Xuan looked gentle and graceful, but her temper was very cold and courageous, and it was impossible to guarantee that she would not really commit suicide.

"It's very simple." Zhao Ling looked at her and said word by word: "Hand over the antidote to make sure they are safe, and I promised to go with you."

She also guessed a bit about the intention of the leader of the Promise Sect. Nothing more than to find Meng Yuan's weakness in order to blackmail him. In this case, although she didn't know why they believed that she was Meng Yuanheng's weakness, she decided to take advantage of this to make a gamble.

"Impossible, I only poison but never detoxify." No time categorically refused. "Princess Xuan, you can hardly protect yourself from your predicaments, and you're still thinking about the safety of others. That is really unreasonable."

"Then, forgive me for not being able to cooperate with you. I believe you also know the strength of Royal Palace Xuan and Woyun Mountain Villa. If I don't want to go with you, I believe you will not be able to retreat." Zhao Ling responded, her's expression was sunk.

As the sharp blade had cut through the delicate skin on her neck, revealing a blood stain, their hands tightened in apprehension.

Meng Yuan's eyes darkened. His fists clenched, and was ready to attack them but stopped when he heard the shout of one of the three.

"Hold on!" Wuhen yelled anxiously. He glared flawlessly, and said: "Sister Si, the leader's order cannot be violated. The rest of the people are dead or alive, and it has nothing to do with us."

If Zhao Ling were dead now, King Xuan's Mansion, Woyun Villa, Xing Department, and General Wuwei would not let them go. With their strength, he was afraid that they would not be able to retreat.

Wuxian looked a bit wronged under Wuhen's gaze, but unwillingly, she took out a small porcelain bottle from her arms, and threw it to Zhao Ling reluctantly, giving her a hateful look.

Zhao Ling took the small porcelain bottle, checked it and threw it to Situ Gong. "Mr. Situ, please take a look first."

Since Wu Xian, the woman known as the "Poisonous Woman with Thousand Hands" was the one that gave it to her reluctantly, Zhao Ling was afraid that she was scheming and would use a fake antidote to deceive them.

Situ Gong understood, opened the small porcelain bottle, poured out a small pill, checked it carefully, and said, "This medicine is non-toxic, but this subordinates cannot guarantee that it is the antidote." After all, he didn't even know the ingredients of the poison. Let alone an antidote.

"Hmph, you people in the Central Plains are suspicious." Wu Xian snorted coldly from the side, "Since she has promised, this girl will naturally keep her promise, believe it or not, do whatever you want."

Zhao Ling took a closer look at Wuxian's expression and body language to confirm that she was not lying, then turned to Lu Ziqing and said, "Lord Lu, let them take the antidote."

Lu Ziqing was not poisoned because he had been commanding officers and soldiers outside the palace, so Zhao Ling had to let him do it for him.

Seeing that Zhao Ling, who was being held hostage and in danger but still looked calm, while also being able to use her body as an antidote for everyone, Lu Ziqing nodded in acknowledgement. This kind of temperament and courage made Lu Ziqing, who originally had a grudge against Zhao Ling, to have a change of heart.

"The poison has been resolved. So, can Princess Xuan come with us now?" Wuhen asked with a gloomy face, tightly squeezing his hand on Zhao Ling's neck. If the night was long and dreamy, it was the best idea to leave quickly. The leader's order was to capture her alive, and as long as Princess Xuan was willing to follow them obediently, they would be considered to have fulfilled their mission.

"Since I promised you, I will naturally do what I say." Zhao Ling said lightly.

"This king does not agree." Meng Yuanheng said in a deep voice, "If you come, you don't want to kill you."

The dark guards of King Xuan's palace and the men of Woyun Villa rushed forward, and immediately started a fierce battle with the Wuji Sect.

Only Zhao Ling was in Meng Yuan's eyes. As if she was the only one left between heaven and earth. As long as Ling'er was safe, of what significace were other people do to him, if they are dead or alive? He approached Wuhen step by step, his eyes sharp and his tone cold.

"Let her go, this king will leave your whole body."

Wuhen faced the murderous intent revealed by Meng Yuan's body, with a slight timid expression on his face, and his hands squeezing Zhao Ling's neck tightened, and said:

"Does King Xuan not care about the life and death of Princess Xuan? Let them stop, or I will break her neck."

The two sides were evenly matched. After a fight, both sides suffered heavy casualties. The deaths and injuries on the scene were horrific, and it was worrisome to watch.

Zhao Ling noticed the hostility in Meng Yuan's eyes, and remembered Mr. Misty's reminder. She frowned slightly, and said: "Meng Yuanheng, since I said I would go with them, I won't break my promise. You let them stop, don't make more senseless sacrifices for me."

*I believe that you will come to save me, so I will be waiting for you in Wuji.*

Meng Yuan glanced at her deeply, the violent color in his eyes gradually faded, and suddenly he seemed to understand Zhao Ling's trust.

"Stop, let them go." He raised his hand and ordered.

"Meng Yuan, help me keep it safe." Zhao Ling threw the scalpel in his hand in the direction where he was.

Meng Yuanheng raised his hand and caught it swiftly. The two looked at each other, exchanging emotions that only they could understand each other.

Seeing this, Wuhen grabbed Zhao Ling's arm, and flew away into the night with her. Wugou and Wuxiao, and all the followers of Wuji Sect quickly dispersed into the night like shadowy ghosts.