Chapter 293

"..." The big man was puzzled, but he was genuinely relieved.

If this drags on any longer, they might not be able to leave.

It's strange, though, that no pursuers have appeared near the imperial city yet.

He patted the back of his head.

This is a good thing!

"Let's go!" the burly man commanded in a deep voice.

Amidst the green pines, a black cat, its dark green eyes flashing with surprise for a moment, quickly regained its composure.

Only the tip of its tail swayed slightly, as if it were somewhat pleased.

The Empress was able to discover him.

Ying Yi watched as Ling Wu's carriage slowly drove away, his figure hidden among the pine trees then transforming into a wisp of black mist and heading towards the second carriage.

A wisp of black mist clung to the roof of the carriage, unnoticed by anyone.

Inside the carriage, Sui Sui was filled with terror. She tried to scream, but no sound came out, and her body was out of her control.

Only after noticing that Ling Wu's aura had left did Yue Hui release some of her strength.

Once free, Lingluo abruptly shook off Yuehui, "Yuehui, what exactly do you want to do?"

Without speaking, Yuehui raised her hand and struck down a white ball of light that blocked out sound.

This further enraged Lingluo, who said, "I've already said I'm not leaving! So my original plan to repay my life-saving debt and leave is off the table. Why are you still stopping me?"

She questioned him, and the velvet flowers that Ling Wu had bought for her seemed to be tinged with anger.

The red velvet flowers are somewhat glaring.

When Yuehui looked away from the velvet flower, she remembered that the jade hairpin that the Empress herself had put on her hair was still in her hair.

For some inexplicable reason, she suddenly seemed to understand Linlang.

She calmed herself down and asked Lingluo in return, "What can you do if you rush out?"

Lingluo sneered, "Naturally, we should kill all those mortals who disrespected Your Majesty!"

Moonlight's voice was very calm: "And then?"

Lingluo pursed her lips, and her anger from just now dissipated by thirty percent because of this question.

Yuehui scoffed: "Let's not even talk about whether you can escape divine retribution by wantonly annihilating mortals. Just imagine you, an ordinary maid, suddenly gain demonic powers and martial arts skills. Even if you successfully save the Empress, what happens after that?"

Yuehui chuckled mockingly, answering for Lingluo: "Afterwards, will you be sent to the stake to be roasted? Or will you be sent back to where you came from after being shunned by the Empress?!"

Yuehui had never said anything so harsh before, leaving Lingluo speechless.

Yuehui didn't look at her, but instead looked at Suisui, her tone still sarcastic: "And you too."

"Even if you've lost your mind, I'll still consider you a sister. But you've become increasingly arrogant and lost your way. It's one thing to be unable to uphold your principles, but to become a fool and constantly cause trouble!"

"A powerful demon who took a thousand years to transform into human form spends all his time either throwing tantrums or being jealous of this and that!"

"If it weren't for our friendship, do you really think a fool like you could have survived until now?"

Sui Sui couldn't understand, but for some reason felt a little guilty.

"..." The carriage fell silent for a moment, with only the sound of the wheels turning as the carriage slowly moved toward the palace gate.

After a long while, Yuehui, whose breathing had returned to normal, took the jade-white hairpin off her hair and gently stroked it in her hand, recalling the unusual behavior of the Empress during the day.

"Your Majesty must have her own plans..."

Thinking of this, she spoke in a deep voice: "Tonight, we will follow Your Highness's aura to find that group of thieves. Mortals may have concerns, but we are skilled in magic and have nothing to fear. When the time is right, we will lend Your Highness a helping hand."

After a short while, seeing that the moonlight had returned to normal, Lingluo asked in a low voice, "But didn't you say that killing a mortal would bring divine retribution? What if it implicates Her Majesty?"

"It just says you can't kill people! It doesn't say you can't hurt people!" Yuehui replied coldly.

Then, looking at Sui Sui, under Sui Sui's fearful gaze, Yue Hui suppressed her annoyance at the idiots and closed her eyes to rest.

Very well, then they shall all stay by Her Majesty's side.

A century isn't a long time...

After thinking it over, she told Sui Sui everything.

On the other side, Ling Wu also met the person behind the scenes.

A young man dressed in blue sat in a wheelchair, holding a jade flute in his hand.

Upon seeing Ling Wu, a look of amazement flashed across his eyes, and only after a moment did he reveal a restrained and gentle smile to her.

His smile vanished almost instantly when he noticed the wound on Ling Wu's neck, and his eyes were devoid of any warmth as he looked at the burly man.

Upon seeing this, the burly man's legs went weak and he knelt on the ground, wanting to beg for mercy.

But the young master indifferently ordered first, "You may leave."

The burly man's voice was filled with fear: "Master, I know I was wrong..."

Before he could finish speaking, his mouth was covered and he was dragged away, and the door was slowly closed.

Only Lingwu and he remained in the room.

Ling Wu did not overlook the big man's fear.

Letting him step down is probably not just a simple matter of him resigning; there may be another layer of meaning behind it.

Go down.

—Let's go to the underworld.

"Does it still hurt?" He looked at Lingwu's wound, seemingly feeling sorry for her.

Lingwu did not answer, but asked only, "What is the purpose of Prince Yong's summons me here?"

The young master before him found his existence in his memory.

Prince Yong, the younger brother of the late emperor, was still an infant when the late emperor ascended the throne. Later, he lost his leg in an accident and was diagnosed with a condition that he would never be able to stand up again.

That's how he escaped death.

Prince Yong seemed to have already guessed that she would not answer him, so he was not displeased, but his gaze towards her still carried a sense of heartache.

"I'm sorry, if it weren't for my leg injury, you probably wouldn't have gotten hurt." He was lost in his own thoughts, filled with self-reproach.

After he finished speaking, he picked up the jade flute in his hand, and a warm smile appeared on his childlike face, as he pleaded with hope: "Can you listen to me play a tune? Just one."

Ling Wu ignored him, and he knew she was unwilling. The smile on his face gradually faded, and he was enveloped in disappointment.

"You want to rebel?" Ling Wu asked bluntly.

Prince Yong placed the jade flute in his hand on his numb leg, stared at the leg, and smiled bitterly.

"With a physical disability, one is not qualified to ascend the throne." As he finished speaking, a madness began to surge in his lowered eyes. "But if I have you, everything will be different."

"You are the lucky star of the dynasty, and you are also my lucky star."

Prince Yong raised his head, his gentle and handsome face flushed slightly with madness. If one did not ignore the words he spoke, he would have sounded like a naive young man pouring out his heart.

“As long as you are willing, once I ascend to that position, the two of us will share this world together. Why should you be constrained by the times?” He was so excited that the veins on his hand holding the jade flute bulged.

He broke his own leg, and only after his elder brother's death did he dare to seek medical treatment.

Unfortunately, it was too late...

He really became a useless person!

"If I were truly as powerful as you claim, why wouldn't I enjoy the world all to myself? Why would I share half with you?" Ling Wu casually found a seat and sat down.

The madness in Prince Yong's heart paused, and even the bloodlust in his eyes faded slightly.

Prince Yong pursed his lips, "But you are a woman."

Ling Wu smiled faintly, "But His Highness Prince Yong is still lame."