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Looking Back at the Past as a Prison
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The howling wind whipped fiercely, and yellow sand filled the sky.
This was the border of the Dragon Ridge Dynasty, where the harsh climate felt like a curse from a demon, and the endless desert resembled a giant beast with a gaping maw.
The wild wind carried the sand, striking brutally against people's faces and bodies.
"Move faster, you lot!"
The soldiers escorting the prisoners raised their whips, which sliced through the air in a sharp arc, accompanied by a chilling whistle that quickly vanished into the wind.
"You useless bunch! Do you want to die?" The soldier's face twisted in rage as he cursed and swung his whip to drive the prisoners forward.
Xu Cangyuan struggled to move his feet, the heavy chains clanking around his wrists and ankles.
With every step, it felt as if a mountain pressed down upon him.
The journey from the capital to this desolate place had already been long and arduous, and coupled with the soldiers' malicious abuse along the way, his strength was nearly depleted.
He slightly lifted his gaze, a flicker of disdain flashing in his eyes as he coldly met one of the soldiers' stares, letting out a faint scoff of contempt.
"Have you eaten bear hearts and leopard guts to dare glare at me like that?"
Hearing Xu Cangyuan's scoff, the soldier's eyes widened in fury. The whip fell like a venomous snake, and with a crack, a bright red mark appeared on Xu Cangyuan's cheek as blood slowly seeped out.
The soldier wielding the whip couldn't help but shudder, even though Xu Cangyuan stood there, unyielding and being struck without moving an inch. An aura of unyielding authority radiated from him, commanding respect without a hint of anger.
His dark eyes resembled a deep night sky, subtly shimmering with an intimidating light, as if they could see right through a person's heart.
"Damn it, who are you putting on that high-and-mighty act for? Here, you're nothing but an exiled prisoner! Do you think you're still the Prince of Huai in the capital?"
Furious and humiliated, the soldier swung the whip with all his might, striking Xu Cangyuan repeatedly until he was brought down onto the sandy ground.
Xu Cangyuan coughed violently, spitting out some sand, yet he gritted his teeth and allowed the surrounding laughter—filled with scorn—to wash over him like sharp needles piercing his eardrums.
"Prince of Huai?" At some point, three camels had appeared beside the exiled group.
On the back of the tallest camel sat a young girl, her posture graceful as she maintained her balance effortlessly.
At that moment, she looked at the injured Xu Cangyuan with keen interest, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Is that the Prince of Huai who attempted to usurp the throne but failed?" Her gaze was filled with curiosity and inquiry.
"Where did this wild girl come from?" The soldier sneered at her, his eyes full of disdain.
One of the attendants beside the girl immediately produced a token and handed it to the soldier. Upon receiving it, the soldier's face turned pale as if he had seen a ghost. His knees buckled, and with a thud, he fell into the soft sand, shouting, "Forgive me, Princess! Spare my life!"
His voice trembled as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
Princess? Xu Cangyuan suppressed the pain surging from within and struggled to lift his head.
Under the scorching sunlight, he squinted his eyes, seeing only a vague black shadow.
Then, he heard a voice that seemed to come from a distant paradise—
"Prince of Huai, you belong to me." The voice was crisp and pleasant, yet carried an undeniable firmness.
*
Barbarian City lay on the outskirts of the Dragon Ridge Dynasty. While it was not a strategic military stronghold, it was still bustling with merchants coming and going.
During the gathering in Barbarian City, vendors from all around had filled the streets for trade. What was once a quiet street was now crowded with people, lively and vibrant.
Amidst the throng, a strikingly petite figure caught everyone's attention. She wore a fitted plain dress that accentuated her delicate figure; with every step she took, it seemed as if she were dancing.
The blue patterns on her sleeves swirled with her movements, blooming like flowers in the wind. At her waist hung a beautifully crafted Curved Blade, its intricately designed sheath adding an air of heroism to her presence.
A string of silver bells adorned her wrist, chiming lightly with her every motion, as if playing a delightful melody.
"Cangyuan, this mask is truly exquisite."
It was a mask of a young girl, charming and delightful, adorned in vibrant colors.
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