บททั้งหมดของ Heir of the Sacred Dragon Sword : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 46

Beneath the dim glow of the moon, a mysterious figure stood before the door. He concealed himself in garments of pure black, a sword drawn and hanging at his waist.That slave might be cunning in mind, but certainly not in martial skill. Just watch. I will sever his head. Who does he think he is, daring to poison Jia Li?Precisely so. The one muttering in silence was none other than Yang Zhi. With the key given by Physician Jia, he moved to unlock the main door of the Prisoner Medical Hall.“No need to trouble yourself.”The sudden voice nearly tore Yang Zhi’s heart from his chest. His hand froze even though the key had already entered the lock. His eyes sharpened as they fixed on another figure dressed exactly like himself.“Who are you?” Yang Zhi raised his guard, his hand tightening around the sword hilt.The mysterious man advanced slowly toward him. There was no fear in the sharp, intimidating gaze he carried.Yang Zhi felt a dense killing intent roll off the stranger. Instantly,

Physician Jia swallowed hard. Her ears had clearly caught the sound of knocking, yet when the door was opened, no one stood before her room.She gathered her courage and stepped forward once, standing at the threshold to peer outside. Her gaze dropped at once when her foot struck something.What is this?Her eyes fixed on a bundle of black cloth lying before her door. Once again, dread forced her to swallow.She looked left and right, searching for any shadow of the person who might have left it there. There was none.Physician Jia bent down and narrowed her eyes, noticing a small slip of paper resting atop the bundle. Hesitantly, she picked it up.“A gift from me to you?”Her brow furrowed as she read the characters. Slowly, the crease faded, replaced by a thin, tentative smile.Could this be from Yang Zhi?She did not know why she thought so. She had never seen Yang Zhi’s handwriting before. And yet, hope bloomed all the same.Warmth spread through her chest, as if the morning sun h

Physician Jia’s eyes widened. She knew all too well that the damned man standing before her was right. If Yang Zhi could be killed, then it was not impossible for her to be killed as well.“Head Guard Chen, forgive me for my foolishness. At that time, someone knocked on the door of my room. I thought it was a nurse, perhaps coming to inform me of an emergency patient in the Medical Hall.”Physician Jia lied, just a little. No matter how violently her heart had been shaken, her mind was still intact. There was no way she could admit that she had believed Yang Zhi was the one knocking.“But when I opened the door, there was a bundle of black cloth on the floor. I swear by anything, I didn’t see anyone at all, sir. Then I picked it up and carried it inside. When I opened it, its contents were…”Physician Jia could not bring herself to finish the sentence. What lay inside that bundle was far too painful to be shaped into words. Only tears slipped down her cheeks once more.“And then?” Che