Chapter 1400 - 1407: Zhao Gui’s Thoughts (3)
"The ice is collapsing!" At that moment, someone shouted, and the dancing girls screamed and fled toward the shore.
The lake was vast, and the Palace guards and eunuchs were far away, unable to arrive in time to rescue anyone. Those who were closest were the people in Wanyan Jingchen’s pavilion, but those young masters were too noble and delicate to dare to enter the icy waters in the middle of this cold winter.
Wanyan Jingchen glanced around, and seeing no one else moving, ripped off his heavy cloak, wrapped it around his hand, sprang up, and flew toward the center of the lake.
"Chen’er, no!"
Queen Namu Khan screamed heartrendingly, standing up frantically and running toward the center of the lake. Xiang Yun, fearing she would fall, quickly got up as well, and ran alongside her.
In the blink of an eye, Wanyan Jingchen had arrived at the edge of the hole. He closed his eyes, leaped into the icy lake, reached out his hand, and with a fierce punch, the ice cracked. From the shore, people saw the snow flying like mist and the ice shattering like a broken mirror, as Wanyan Jingchen leapt out of the lake carrying someone. He stepped lightly on the broken ice, and soared toward the Cai Yue Pavilion where the noble misses were.
"Move aside!" Cai Wei shouted, and it was only then that the misses regained their senses and hurriedly stepped aside.
As the crowd dispersed, Wanyan Jingchen landed in the pavilion, holding Princess Zhao Gui as he flung her to the ground. His hands were wrapped in the heavy cloak, eyes shut, his robe soaked through, his physique robust. The biting cold wind blew into the pavilion, frosting the man’s cheekbones, making him appear as cold and unmatched as marble.
The misses inside the pavilion stared blankly at him, while Queen Namu Khan, who had reached the lakeside, rushed over like the wind. As she tore off her own cloak and went to drape it over her son, she shouted, "Quick, come back to the Warm Pavilion with your mother..."
"Lord Wanyan..."
Princess Zhao Gui trembled from the cold, her hair and cheeks encrusted with ice, the chill piercing to the bone, yet she mustered her last bit of consciousness to not faint. Lying in the luxurious wolf hair cloak of his, she looked up at him pitifully, her eyes filled with both joy and disappointment. Joy that he had truly saved her, but disappointment that he had adhered to propriety, not looking or touching anything inappropriate. He had wrapped his hand in the cloak, not even directly touching her dress.