Forced to be a third person: I turned around and left the palace to marry a villain

That idiot kept everything in his heart. In order to help her investigate the Han Mansion, he was injured so badly and still refused to tell her the truth. What a fool!

She felt a sharp pain in her chest, and wanted to rush to Xuan He and ask him why he had to endure all this alone, why didn't he trust her?

At this moment, Wentian's voice suddenly sounded outside the door. Qu Xin stared at the figure through the crack in the door, his heart full of dissatisfaction and doubts.

"Master." The two disciples turned around and saluted in panic, stammering in response.

"What are you doing here?"

The two men stammered, unable to explain why Qu Xin was here. They knew very well that if the leader knew the truth, the consequences would be disastrous.

As disciples of the Qingxu Sect, they knew better than anyone the majesty and severity of the Sect Master. Even the eldest brother would be severely punished if he made a mistake, not to mention ordinary disciples like them.

"Step back and take the punishment yourself." Wentian gave a brief order and waved his whisk to expel the two men.

He walked slowly towards the library and stopped in front of the door, but was not in a hurry to step in.

Glancing down, the dust under the door caught his attention. This place had just been cleaned by Xuanhe, so it should be spotless. Wentian knew what this dust meant.

A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes inadvertently swept towards Xuan He who was walking in the distance.

Wentian lowered his voice and whispered to the person behind the door, "Young Miss Han, long time no see."

Qu Xin's heart was suddenly shocked and a look of fear flashed in his eyes.

She widened her eyes and stared at Wentian outside the door through the crack. A figure in her memory gradually became clear - the pair of eyes filled with mockery and murderous intent were exactly the same as those she saw on the eve of the fire twelve years ago.

"Young lady of the Han Mansion, farewell forever."

Memories came flooding back like a tide. The fire in the Duke's Mansion that year illuminated the night sky red, and the man in front of her seemed to have walked out of hell, with bloodshot eyes, holding a bloody scimitar high, approaching the young her!

Those eyes were exactly Wentian's eyes! It was him! It was this man who destroyed her family!

She recalled the past: she was not Qu Xin at that time, but the only daughter of Han Rui, Duke of Han Mansion, named Han Zhao. The disaster happened on her birthday.

"He is the murderer!"

Zi Tong instantly ignited with anger, she tightly grasped the dagger and spat out these two words with gritted teeth. At this time, she was already blinded by anger and was completely unaware of Wen Tian's sinister intention to provoke her.

Boom!

Xuan He witnessed the powerful energy that suddenly erupted in the library, and a murderous figure rushed straight towards Wentian - it was Qu Xin!

"Master!"

Seeing Qu Xin's dagger piercing Wentian's shoulder, Xuan He exclaimed, quickly displayed his lightness skills, stood in front of Qu Xin in an instant, and pushed her away with a palm.

"Miss Qu! Stop it!"

Xuan He used his palm lightly, not using his full strength, so as not to hurt Qu Xin by mistake. This brief pause gave Qu Xin a chance to counterattack.

"Get out of the way!" she shouted angrily, waving her dagger to force Xuan He back, and then the flying knife flew out of her hand and pointed directly at Wentian's forehead!

"Murderer! Go to hell!" Her voice was filled with hatred.

A crisp sound of metal collision was heard, and a flash of sword light appeared. Qu Xin's flying knife was deflected by a powerful sword energy and fell into the grass beside him.

Xuan He stood with a sword in his hand, surrounded by sword energy, blocking in front of Wen Tian, ​​facing Qu Xin.

"Master, are you okay?" Xuan He asked with concern.

"It's nothing serious, just some minor injuries."

Wentian said as he drew the blade from his shoulder and gave Qu Xin a contemptuous look. He felt that his disciple was on his side after all, and it would be easy to deal with this so-called witch.

But Xuanhe was unwilling to believe that she was the killer, so Wentian decided to let Xuanhe witness her actions with his own eyes.

"Get out of my way!" Qu Xin ordered again, clenching the dagger tightly and looking cold.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that."

Xuan He replied: "Miss Qu, what happened? Why did you attack Master?"

"What happened? Humph! Why don't you go ask your 'good' master? What did he do to the Han Mansion twelve years ago? What did he do to me?"

Qu Xin's emotions fluctuated noticeably, and facing her family's archenemy, she found it difficult to remain calm.

"Master?" Xuan He turned to look at Wen Tian, ​​his eyes full of confusion.

"I'm afraid Miss Qu has misunderstood. I have no connection with the Han family, and I don't remember having any contact with you." Wentian said calmly, deliberately ignoring the history that was blocked by the royal family.

"What a pity. I originally thought that the death of the Yin family disciple had nothing to do with you, but now it seems..." Wentian's words shocked Xuanhe's heart, and he began to doubt whether Qu Xin really killed his junior brother.

The sword in Xuan He's hand trembled slightly. After thinking for a moment, he swung the sword and released a sword energy, knocking the weapon out of Qu Xin's hand and quickly sealing her meridians, preventing her from using her power anymore.

"you!"

Qu Xin opened his eyes wide in shock, but before he could react, he was hit hard on the back of his neck and lost consciousness instantly.

Xuan He gently laid her down and looked at Qu Xin's peaceful face, feeling mixed emotions.

As the eldest disciple of the Qingxu Sect, he respected and loved his master and could not tolerate anyone harming his master. But Qu Xin also had a special place in his heart, and he did not want to see her get hurt.

Therefore, he chose this compromise - making her temporarily unconscious to calm the current dispute.

Wentian looked coldly at the woman in Xuanhe's arms, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

"This woman is murderous. She is responsible for the death of the Yin family's disciples. The Yin family will come to ask for an explanation soon. Her fate will be decided by them."

If Xuan He had not acted in time, he would have planned to settle this unfinished business with his own hands.

"Master."

Xuan He knelt down and hugged Qu Xin tightly: "Please promise me one thing."

"What's the matter?" Wentian raised his eyebrows, feeling that something was wrong.

"Master, please spare Miss Qu's life and let me bear all the punishment from the Yin family on her behalf!"

Xuan He knew that once Qu Xin fell into the hands of the Yin family, he would be dead. If he took the punishment on his behalf, he might be able to save his life, with only some physical pain.

"What did you say!"

Wentian got angry with Xuanhe for the first time and rejected his request. Xuanhe was the successor he carefully cultivated, and he must not let him ruin his future.

In the dark, the Sixth Disciple heard all this, and jealousy and anger distorted her expression.

She tightly grasped the medicine bottle in her hand. It was Chunhe Powder that she had specially asked for from the third senior brother in the alchemy room. She had originally planned to use it to control the eldest senior brother's mind.

Wen Tianxia ordered Qu Xin to be imprisoned in a cell, ready to be handed over to the Yin family for disposal in three days, and ordered Xuan He to be confined and ordered to copy the Tao Te Ching thirty times and not to go out.

As night fell, Xuan He sat cross-legged in the confinement room, worrying about Qu Xin's fate.

Xuan He sat there, his mind never stopped, thinking about how to rescue Qu Xin from the Yin family's predicament.