Staying In His Arms

In a short time more than ten killers were gathered in the residence. They were scattered, perhaps, so as not to be caught all together... Or perhaps, to avoid disclosing their assignment. Two of them had entered Song Liuyuan's room by force. As soon as they saw another figure with them, they hadn't waited a moment to attack and now, young lord Song's room was really bad!

He didn't know how to fight, so he avoided with agility (even he didn't know how he could do it so well) every single blow, only managing to take objects to throw at those men in black. He still he wondered how he couldn't be hurt yet. What the heck was going on!

Why were they trying to kill him!??

His life was in danger, and worse still, he was alone! He wanted to reach out to his sister in every way, to warn her of the danger and, above all, to protect her by any means he had at hand. Deep inside he really hoped that at least the girl had been rescued, perhaps by that hateful man they called father.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw that between the doors, now destroyed by that fight, he had a crack of exit. For this, without thinking about it, when he had the opportunity, he tried to get out of there but as soon as he approached it, he found a sword pointed at his throat: another man let himself be glimpsed at the sight of him.

The newcomer pulled him back, shaking his head. There were three now and, in order not to let him escape further, the other two followed the gesture of their group leader, also pointing their swords at the body of poor Song Liuyuan. The boy sighed. Seriously, what the heck of a character this Song Liuyuan was!

When the future couple walked out of the girl's father's room, they were surprised to find few guards fighting. There hadn't been many losses, even stranger was the fact that they all seemed concentrated in one place, as if they had voluntarily wanted to leave the passage free, which they had to watch very carefully. Song Liuhua found herself behind Prince Chu Jinyan who, as soon as he saw two figures in black advancing towards him, had to make his sword appear and began to fight against them with agility, involuntarily protecting his future bride who, in addition to being scared she was fascinated by those movements and, above all, by that gesture. Chu Jinyan was truly an expert in sword handling, kind of like his brother before that trauma.

The young prince made every attack of him seem something pleasant to see, accompanied by his being attractive and good-looking. He was able in a short time to fight both of those figures, killing them with clean blows thanks to his sword. Catching his breath shortly after, before witnessing something else.

«I didn't think I could see the famous moves of the third young prince»

Song Liuhua: «Liuyuan!»

It had been a spontaneous recall.

The man who spoke had watched the fight in that area of ​​the residence the entire time. He saw his companions die, in fact, the two killers that Chu Jinyan had to fight in that period of time, were the same ones who had taken a lot of blows because of the objects thrown by the young Song Liuyuan who, at that moment, that man he was holding on to the roof, a sword right in contact with his throat. Chu Jinyan immediately looked in his direction, hesitating.

Song Liuyuan: «Liuhua! Ah, you're fine... At least you»

Song Liuhua: «you! Your mother's ugly cockroach! Let my brother!»

The man laughed at that nickname. It must have seemed like an offense, but he found it just pure amusement. «I don't think my mother would have agreed with this nickname, beauty»

Song Liuhua: «you-!»

Song Liuyuan: «Liuhua! Call a lawyer ah, we'll see what the judge will be able to say in compensation for that!»

The grip on him tightened slightly more, feeling the cold of the blade too much in contact with his throat: «your nonsense talk made me want to kill you even more» said the man still masked in black, making the poor boy moaning in pain. A cut could be scrutinized on the skin of his neck, albeit in a slight form perhaps, born of that constant forced contact with the blade of the weapon that he had pointed at that exact point.

Song Liuhua couldn't see that scene: losing her brother like that... she couldn't think it.

Chu Jinyan gripped the handle of his sword, without taking his eyes off the stranger. Finally to their rescue were some guards induced to archery, who arranged themselves in position on the sides of the future spouses.

«If you take a step I'll kill him!» the man yelled again. Song Chuyue replied to this, stopping the attack order, which had recently arrived on the scene along with other sentries who were his bodyguards: he was wounded in the shoulder, and was losing a lot of blood.

He was sore.

Song Liuhua: «father!»

The girl went to help him, noting that he was about to lose his balance. She managed to hold him while the man looked in the direction of that killer: «What brings you here!».

The man laughed again, it was too obvious to get straight to the point and answer his question: «Mr. Song, what an honor. You knows very well what I want»

Song Chuyue: «what you're looking for isn't here! It has never been here!»

None of those present knew what they were referring to, Chu Jinyan tried to think about it and only a hypothesis came to mind but, he had heard from his father, that that object had fallen apart years ago, shortly after the birth of the fourth prince, voluntarily by its owner. Once again the man laughed:

«well, if you put it like this then... I'll take his life in return».

Everyone was alarmed at that statement and, strangely, Song Chuyue too. They would have asked for mercy if Song Liuyuan hadn't moved in that way and if, at the same time, an arrow shot from who knows where hit the bandit in the chest, making the boy who had seen himself one step away from death, scream. His heart was pounding, he tried to calm down by making big sighs. Song Chuyue's eyes widened, groaning in pain moments later, thanking his daughter for her concern. Rong Xuan, if not the deputy general of the royal troops, terminated in the place alongside his young master. He had a bow and arrows on his shoulders. Chu Jinyan smiled, thanking him.

Rong Xuan: «Is everything okay?»

Chu Jinyan: «I'm fine»

Song Liuyuan: «I'm not! You, whoever you are! I hope you have calculated correctly and with the exact equations, the direction of that damned arrow because I almost died of fright!»

Rong Xuan frowned, turning to his young master who was laughing under his breath at young Song's reaction: «he's really-»

«mh».

Rong Xuan laughed slightly and folded his arms: «I'm a very good archer, for your information: not as good as you are but- oh wait: you're the one who took that poor guard's foot as a target!»

Song Liuyuan: «you-!»

Rong Xuan laughed again, only to feel a serious, icy look to his left, if not Chu Jinyan's, who was threatening him with a single expression to stop talking. The young deputy general cleared his throat and spoke to the boy still on the roof again.

Rong Xuan: «ah- why haven't you come down yet! You no longer have killers on your heels»

Song Liuyuan: «...»

Song Liuhua bit her lips nervously.

Song Liuyuan had a very good martial arts but ever since he lost his memory... well, things were like zero. Rong Xuan widened his eyes: «Don't tell me that-»

Chu Jinyan: «ah, Liuyuan: if you jump I can catch you»

In a moment he made his sword disappear as if by magic, and then take a few steps forward so as to have a greater chance of taking the boy in his arms but, as soon as he made those movements, he came back again after hearing the other's answer: «I would rather die! Ah, I do it myself. Get out of my sight!».

Chu Jinyan, giggling: «Okay then, how comfortable you are».

Meanwhile Song Liuhua tried to tell his father to come back, to have that bad wound healed. The man stroked her hands and nodded shortly after. He glanced at his son on the roof as he tried in every way to get off, to walk and take the right tiles, and then snort and be taken to his room. As soon as Song Liuhua turned, she found herself running towards her stepbrother who obviously, having set his foot wrong on a tile, had managed to slip and fall... When the boy opened his eyes, he found himself holding on to something, to a person more specifically. He was alive, that was the important thing.

He smiled at it, only to notice his being taken as a bride by the last person he wanted to help him: Chu Jinyan. He looked up at him, finding his arms around his neck, holding on tight for fear of falling to the ground. When he met the boy's eyes, he swallowed in embarrassment, feeling his face heat up faster and faster. As for the third young prince, since he had hosted him in his arms, he hadn't stopped looking at him for even a second. He smiled boldly.

Chu Jinyan: «Am I wrong or, did you fall into my arms anyway?»

Song Liuyuan at this fidgeted and tried to wriggle so that the other could put him on the ground. When he was finally on his feet, he straightened his clothes and hair, and then welcomed his younger sister in a warm embrace, who hardly wept from her happiness.

Song Liuhua: «you! You idiot, you scared the shit out of me!»

Song Liuyuan: «and what should I have said! I was about to get it in my pants, ah, I don't wish you could feel a blade in your neck»

Once again the girl hugged him, a gesture that the boy returned without thinking twice. Rong Xuan approached his best friend, patting him on the arm: «ah, if it had been Liuhua I would have done the same thing! Love is so beautiful».

Chu Jinyan glared at him, snorting. He had never had a clue what could be going through the young friend's mind. In today's world it would seem that shortly after Chu Jinyan's head lit a light bulb, in the throes of an excellent idea that, in a short time, he would have put into action.

Song Chuyue had recently had his wound on his shoulder treated, giggling in amusement.

«it's all my fault. I should have been more attentive to a possible infringement, I'm aware of my faults, may my lord punish me».

In front of him was another guard who at the moment was repeatedly bowing to the man.

Song Chuyue: «punish you? Oh no, I won't. It's not your fault that the deputy general has appeared on the spot ah, get up, my old friend»

The trembling man stood up.

He tried to bow again, joining his hands in front of him to thank him for his grace but shortly after, he found himself on the ground lifeless: he was killed like his previous one, with a clean cut in the throat but, this time, it was another of the guards to carry out that murder. He was a man roughly the same age as Song Chuyue, dressed differently from the servants or guards themselves. It could well be said that he was another of the mysterious figures who assisted the Lord Song. He bowed in front of the man, waiting for any sentence from the other.

Song Chuyue: «not to be repeated. When I place an order, it must be completed»

«Yes, my lord» the man stood up and looked at his master, taking up his word again: «how is your shoulder?»

Song Chuyue: «it's not serious. You did a great job»

A servant brought tea to the man, who took it and drank it in one gulp: «Send someone to watch over Chu Jinyan»

«The third prince Chu Jinyan, sir?» the still nameless man asked, confused by the order. His master had never given the order to control his future son-in-law, his daughter neither. The man laughed slightly, looking in the direction of the murderer: «ah, that's right. He's smart and intelligent, I'm sure he will have asked himself some questions about what happened today and if he finds out what have I done, we should take note of a different plan than usual»

«it will be done, my lord».