Chapter 436: Divine Couple

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked at Zu An, their eyes filled with suspicion.

Even Zheng Dan gave him a strange look. Both of them had their cultivation sealed, so it should have been impossible to dodge that arrow. Yet, Zu An's speed just now was incredibly fast, even faster than her own peak speed before her cultivation was sealed.

Had he already recovered his cultivation?

However, her moment of distraction quickly turned into worry for him. After all, with so many masters present, this matter wouldn't be easy to gloss over.

Zu An's heart also skipped a beat, but he reacted quickly. He immediately said, "I don't know what happened. I just dodged to the side, and that arrow seemed to lose its aim. It just grazed my nose. Look, I still have a red mark on the tip of my nose."

As he spoke, he leaned his nose forward for everyone to see.

Liu Yao snorted coldly. "Who are you trying to fool? Night Elves always adhere to the principle that if they don't act, they don't; but when they do, they never miss. Even masters who deliberately prepare might not be able to dodge an arrow they've carefully plotted. Your cultivation is clearly sealed, so how could you possibly have dodged it?"

"How should I know?" Zu An spread his hands, looking helpless. "Maybe the assassin had diarrhea and was a bit weak today? Or perhaps something affected them and made their hand shake when they fired?"

The King of Liang frowned, and with a flash of his figure, he appeared beside Zu An, grabbing his pulse to examine him. A moment later, his frown deepened. "His vital energy flow is indeed sealed; it hasn't been unblocked."

Hearing this, Zu An became even more spirited. "Hey, hey, hey, I'm the one who was almost assassinated! Why are you all interrogating *me*? Oh, I know! You couldn't catch the assassin, so you're taking your frustration out on me, the victim, to cover up your incompetence!"

"You little brat, what did you say!" Liu Yao couldn't help but roar in anger.

Rage points from Liu Yao +345!

He continued to receive rage points from the King of Liang and a series of others. Clearly, his sarcastic remarks had flustered them, leaving them at a loss for how to retort.

Fortunately, at that moment, Huang Huihong's words offered a diversion. "Oh, right, it seemed a woman also made a move in the crowd just now. Perhaps she affected the assassin's accuracy."

"A woman?" The King of Liang was startled and quickly asked, "Where is that woman?"

Huang Huihong shook his head. "Everyone went after the assassin just now, and the woman disappeared in a flash. The scene was too chaotic at the time; it was difficult to find anyone."

The King of Liang frowned, but as the other party's identity was special, he couldn't easily blame him. He could only say, "I wonder what the origin of that woman is, and what her relationship with the assassin might be..."

The group discussed for a while, making all sorts of guesses.

Zu An scoffed inwardly. "Who are these guys looking down on? Couldn't she have come to save me?"

Earlier, when he left Brightmoon City, he had felt a bit disappointed not seeing Pei Mianman come to see him off. Now it seemed his charm was still undeniable.

Just then, the sound of hoofbeats approached from ahead. A cavalry troop was seen galloping rapidly towards them from a distance.

The man leading them appeared to be in his early twenties, riding a magnificent white horse and dressed in a python robe. It was clear without introduction that the King of Wu had arrived.

"Zhao Yan greets the King of Liang and General Wei." The King of Wu had dismounted early and approached on foot, his face showing a humble smile as he saluted.

"The King of Wu is too polite." The King of Liang and Liu Yao quickly reached out to help him up. While it was acceptable for the King of Liang, Liu Yao's status was technically lower than the King of Wu's, so he truly wasn't worthy of such a grand gesture.

"You are both my elders, so bowing is only proper." The King of Wu had red lips and white teeth, a rather handsome appearance, but his physique was somewhat frail, lacking a bit of masculine vigor, making him seem a little delicate.

Seeing him adopt such a humble posture, both the King of Liang and Liu Yao felt extremely pleased.

Liu Yao quickly said, "Xiao Yan, it's been a bit cold these past few days. You've had a weak constitution since childhood, so be careful not to catch a cold coming out now."

"Thank you for your concern." The King of Wu was smiling as he responded, when he suddenly started coughing.

"This prince seems a bit frail," Zu An couldn't help but nudge Zheng Dan beside him, seeing how the prince was dressed in clothes much thicker than others.

It was strange, however. In this world, cultivators' bodies were much stronger than those of ordinary people. Since he had been officially enfeoffed as a king, his cultivation must be at least that of a Grandmaster. Regardless of whether he achieved it by relying on the immense royal resources since childhood, he was still a Grandmaster. Logically, his health shouldn't be so poor, should it?

Was it a congenital deficiency from birth, or did rapid cultivation advancements later leave irreversible damage to his body?

Of course, there was another possibility: although cultivators in this world had better health than ordinary people, higher cultivation didn't necessarily mean a longer lifespan. Otherwise, the current emperor wouldn't be approaching the period of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man sooner than the King of Liang and Liu Yao here.

One could say that health and ultimate longevity were simply a mystery.

"I actually think he looks quite handsome," Zheng Dan said with a smile, pursing her lips. "A gentle and refined young master, like jade. Women prefer this type over those boorish muscle-bound men." She enjoyed being with Zu An because she liked the feeling of unrestrained freedom. Normally, she had to adhere to various etiquettes and constantly suppress herself, but with him, she had fewer reservations.

Zu An: "..."

Women's minds truly are hard to guess. They dislike tough guys but prefer sickly ones?

He recalled girls from his previous life who were obsessed with celebrities, always imploring their idols not to lift weights and ruin their "pretty boy" image. He couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

"Husband, take your medicine quickly." At that moment, a delicate voice rang out, and a beautiful figure ran over with small, hurried steps from behind.

The somewhat noisy scene immediately quieted down. The King of Liang, Liu Yao, numerous imperial guards, and the common folk on the street who hadn't managed to escape yet, all had their gazes drawn to that beautiful figure.

Even Huang Huihong and the other Embroidered Uniform Envoys, who had long been trained into emotionless, desireless machines, couldn't help but look in that direction.

Perhaps due to the extreme cold in Jishan, the woman was wrapped in a snow-white fox fur coat, complemented by a white gown. She appeared like a goddess from a snowy mountain—beautiful, pure, as if she didn't belong to the mortal world.

Because she had been running in small steps, a faint blush subtly colored her fair and captivating cheeks, adding a touch of worldly charm to her presence.

She took out a porcelain bottle; the pale red pill further highlighted the fair and delicate beauty of her hand. She anxiously handed the medicine to the King of Wu. In that moment, her eyes seemed to hold only her husband. The numerous imperial guards around them, Sang Hong and his son in the prison cart, and Zu An and Zheng Dan in the carriage—she had no inclination to spare them even a glance.

"What more could a man ask for than a wife like this?" In the distant prison cart, Sang Qian felt as if struck by lightning, sighing forlornly.

Her beauty seemed otherworldly; in that instant, his heart was deeply captivated.

Moreover, her meticulous care for her husband particularly touched him.

Zheng Dan had originally been his ideal wife—beautiful, elegant, every action that of a perfect lady. But these past few days, her unquestioning compliance with Zu An's various unreasonable demands had greatly angered him.

Although he was currently unable to protect her, she didn't need to do whatever Zu An asked of her, did she? He'd even heard she was helping him massage his legs?

Look at how the King of Wu's consort treated her husband: in her eyes, there was room for no one else but him.

At this moment, Zheng Dan also gazed at the couple and remarked, "They truly are a perfect match."

He, a gentle and refined young master like jade; she, beautiful and ethereal. Together, they truly embodied the saying, "a talented man and a beautiful woman."

Crucially, the deep love in their eyes made them seem to emit a precious, radiant glow. In that moment, they appeared to be the very center of the world.