Chapter 481 Nothing Matters More Than Him

who was stationed in the frontline camp, clearly frowned with cold and stern brows after reading the imperial decree from the court. He let out a snort of laughter.The emperor even issued an edict, or...When he saw clearly who was standing on the wall, An Kang awkwardly looked at An Xue Tang.

He hadn't even brought her inside yet, how was he discovered by Master Huayan So at this moment, he felt a little guilty towards An Xuetang.

And at this very moment, An Xuetang didn't recognize the person on the wall as the Master Huayuan she was supposed to meet.

Although she had never seen the Venerable Master Huaiyuan in person, seeing this man dressed in a saffron robe led her to believe he must be a monk from this temple.

Looking at the man on the wall, he seemed to be in his early thirties. An Xuetang never imagined that this person would be the Abbot Huayuan.

So before An Kang could say anything, she narrowed her eyes and said in a cold voice:

"This concubine doesn't care who you are, nor does she care what you're trying to do there. In short... tonight, no one can stop this concubine from going in."

Hearing An Xue Tang's harsh words, An Kang twitched his mouth. He wanted to say something when he was scared back by the gaze of Huai Yuan Fang Zhang.

He himself bringing An Xuetang here was a mistake, and now being caught by the Lay Abbot he already feared, at this moment, with that pair of deep eyes sweeping over him, he instantly became speechless from fear.

The abbot Huayuan squinted his eyes, he just glanced at An Kang and then turned his head to look at An Xue Tang thoughtfully. He suddenly asked:

"As I understand it, the Princess of Beijiang has no inner strength, let alone light kung fu. So how does the Princess of Beijiang plan to climb this wall that is about five feet high"

An Xuetang narrowed her eyes, “If this noble consort had a way to get past, would the Daoist priest refrain from interfering and allow me to see that alms-seeking old man”

"..."

Alms-seeking old man

The venerable Master Huayuan, standing on the city wall, twitched the corner of his mouth. He was considered an old man in the eyes of the Princess of Beijiang

Although he is not young anymore, he is not old enough to be called a senior citizen, is he

Not only did Huai Yuan twitch the corner of his mouth, but even Xiao Tuanzi, who was standing beside An Xue Tang, couldn't help but gape at An Xue Tang's address.

He really wanted to tell her that the person standing against the wall was Master Huaiyuan himself!!

An Xue Tang blinked and snorted at the person on the wall, "What You afraid to bet with me"

When he saw her confident bearing, a smile played at the corner of his lips. "You're bold," he said, "But what if you lose What will you do if you lose"

"If I lose, I will submit to your disposal. Furthermore, I swear I will never again attempt to take the abbot's portrait."

"Agreed, then we shall wager as you propose. Within a quarter of an hour, if you can scale this wall, I promise you anything your heart desires."

An Xue Tang raised an eyebrow slightly. All she wanted was the portrait in the old hermit's hands. Could this monk make the old hermit hand over the portrait

It seems this monk isn't an ordinary one, but no matter who he is, tonight, she has to get that portrait.

With only a quarter of an hour left, An Xuetang dared not delay. She looked around, but all the sticks within her sight were too short.

An Kang pursed his lips, he had been struggling for a long time in his heart, and finally walked to An Xue Tang's side, patted his shoulder, "Your Highness, why don't you step on the poor monk's shoulders"

An Xuetang was taken aback for a moment, then let out a chuckle. “With your skinny frame, how could I bear to step on you Besides, even if I stepped on your shoulders, with our heights, I still couldn’t reach.”

"Don't worry, my dear. Though I may look frail, I am quite strong and can easily support you."

"Don't worry about it, I have a way to get up there."

As they spoke, An Xue Tang kept retreating, until she was a certain distance away. She looked down at her shoes.

Fortunately, the shoe soles aren't slippery, and this level of friction is enough for her.

Then, An Xuetang suddenly started to run, her speed increasing rapidly.

As she reached a step away from the wall, she shifted upward, angling her foot downward towards the wall and pushing off it with force once she made contact.

Her hands clung to the wall, her arms straining as she pulled herself upwards. Then, with a swift movement, she pressed herself against the wall, her shoes gripping the surface with enough friction that, with skillful use of force, she could support her entire body weight on it.

Under An Kang's unbelievable gaze, An Xue Tang actually slowly climbed up.

Even the alms-taker on the wall showed a hint of appreciation.

A look of satisfaction appeared in his eyes. It seemed that the late empress had chosen a capable match for her.

Such a woman is fully capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with the War God, King Beijng.

However, just as An Xue Tang was about to climb up, only one step away, Hua Yuan suddenly spoke up, "Northern Border Princess, the Northern Border King is injured."

"…" Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

An Xue Tang suddenly looked up. Her body lost its balance and she almost slid down, but only slid a little before she stabilized herself.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes as she looked at the alms bowl hanging on the wall. "What do you mean by that"

"Someone attacked you just now, you should be clear about that. This monk doesn't need to guess to know who is fighting the Northern Border King right now. This monk isn't upset that you didn't say it. Although the Northern Border King is very capable, he's simply no match for that person."

"!!"

An Xuetang twitched her ears. It was too far away. Although she had skills, she couldn't hear Mo Yunjing's movements. It seemed that her dear Mo Yunjing and that person were already very far from here.

Ankang clenched his fists, staring thoughtfully at the figure about to climb up. He didn't really want An Xuetang to give up halfway.

But before he could speak, An Xuetang had already slowly slid downwards. His face paled, he glanced at the slightly smiling eyes of Master Huayuan, then back at An Xuetang.

"I couldn't help but remind her, 'Your Highness, if you just go up there, the master will definitely give you the portrait. You can come back down afterwards.'"

Of course An Xue Tang knew what he meant by that, but she hesitated for almost no time before sliding down.

After jumping to the ground, she glanced at An Kang and hurriedly said:

"Little bun, in this concubine's heart, nothing compares to my dear Ah Jing. Though I can't get the portrait today, I can find other ways. But my Ah Jing absolutely cannot meet with harm."

Even if this monk was making things up about Ajing getting hurt, even if he was deceiving her, she would rather be deceived. Right now, she'd rather go find her Ajing.

After An Xuetang finished speaking, she made a gesture to An Kang, "Little Tuanzi, don't follow me, it's dangerous!"

After she finished speaking, she hurried away and ran in the direction where Mo Yunjing had left earlier.

"Ankang sipped his tea, and after An Xue Tang's figure disappeared from view, he turned to the arriving Master Huayan. "Master, were you deceiving the Northern Border Princess, making sure she didn't reach the summit in the end"

Huaiyuan raised an eyebrow, saying with a knowing tone, "If she truly ascended the throne, this portrait in my hand would truly be unusable for her."

An Kang pursed her lips, her small eyebrows furrowed, clearly still not quite processing it.

However, Huayan then added, "Besides, this monk never deceived her. The Northern Border King was indeed injured."

[Author's Note]: If the 8 p.m. flight makes a stopover and I'm able to use my device, I will continue posting.anzhen sternly tell An Kang to kneel, An Xue Tang and Mo Yun Jing instinctively looked at each other.Just then, An Kang had already knelt down. The ancient people's habit of kneeling at the slightest...