Chapter 869 Just a puppet

The fifth day of the first lunar month.

As the weather warmed up, Xie Zheng went to court, so Song Chunxue got up early to meditate for half an hour before planning to practice her sword in the backyard.

She had just arrived in the backyard with her sword when she saw someone sitting on the wall.

"Come on, let's go out and stretch our muscles."

Song Chunxue sheathed her sword and jumped onto the wall.

"Master Han, you're up so early, is there something interesting to see?"

Master Han turned around, put one hand behind his back, and gracefully landed in the alley outside the wall. "What this place has in abundance is liveliness."

Song Chunxue immediately followed closely behind him.

In the past, she would have thought that Master Han had a lot of free time.

The recent events made her feel that they must be related to them and were no small matter.

Sure enough, the first place Master Han took her to was the Golden Palace, where the morning court was held.

It was magnificent and bustling with people, yet it was lifeless.

Before long, Lord Xie was impeached. Several ministers launched a joint attack, believing that Lord Xie had neglected his duties and should no longer hold onto his position and cause trouble, and that someone else should remove him from his post.

Despite such direct attacks, Lord Xie remained unfazed.

Master Han handed Song Chunxue something and said, "Throw it on that person's forehead, then go outside and find me."

"..." Is such a childish thing really appropriate?

One quail egg isn't enough; two chicken eggs would be much more satisfying.

Song Chunxue thought this way and did this.

"Snap~"

The egg shattered with a crack, and as the yolk clung to the official's hat, Song Chunxue turned and ran.

Before Song Chunxue could ask anything, Master Han led her to a mysterious cave.

It was Song Che. He was in terrible shape from all the torture, but his eyes were much clearer. He was even very excited when he saw Song Chunxue.

He gripped the railing. "Master Song, you've finally arrived."

Master Han looked at his clothes and said, "Put yourself together properly, so you can be at her beck and call from now on."

Song Che didn't reply, he just looked at Song Chunxue.

Seeing this snake reminded him of the cruel and cold-blooded Lord Zhao, who had stripped him of his cultivation, leaving him with only a trace of power, which he had reserved for their service.

"Snap!" Master Han held a leather whip in his hand. "Did you hear that?"

Song Che held his breath, feeling the contractions subside.

"I heard you, Master Han." Song Che smiled and stood obediently.

Song Chunxue lowered her voice, "Why would I send him around, Master Han? You should keep him for yourself; I don't need him."

"It will come in handy, and you'll need it today."

Master Han gently raised his hand, and the iron chain that was locking the door fell to the ground.

He turned and walked ahead, casually tossing out, "Keep up."

Song Chunxue looked at Song Che warily, but Song Che clasped his hands in front of him, trying his best to appear docile.

"Master Song, please keep me around for the sake of our shared surname. I won't bother you when you don't need me." Song Che spoke earnestly. "I want to live, otherwise they will send me to the assassin camp, where I will fight my way to the end and then work for others."

It sounds cruel, but Song Chunxue doesn't want to associate with people like that.

"Let's talk outside."

She walked quickly ahead, silently calling upon Wuyou in her heart.

"Wuyou, what's going on? Is Song Che even capable of handling things right now? Why is he being handed over to me?"

Wuyou's voice was lazy, "Sure, he's already half dead. Now he's just a redeemer left to fend for himself. If you don't want him, Lord Zhao and Daoist Han will throw him wherever he belongs."

"People like him are actually more obedient. You might as well give it a try. If you don't want it, you can send it back."

That's fine.

"Did you really eat his arm that day? Also, how is that Prince Xuan doing now? Is he Song Che's superior?"

Wuyou yawned. "Yes, I ate him, but his cultivation level at that time was enough to grow back. I'm conserving my energy; I'll have another chance to go on stage later, so don't bother me."

Song Chunxue sighed helplessly, "Alright, alright, I won't bother you anymore. On the surface, you're my sword, but why do I feel like I'm actually your servant?"

"That's not quite right. Aren't we complementary and self-sufficient?" Wuyou sighed helplessly. "Otherwise, why do you think I would be so protective of Lord Xie?"

"Oh, by the way, remember to dress nicely when you go to the palace later, don't embarrass us."

"..." Where did she embarrass herself?

They followed behind Lord Zhao and arrived at a magnificent and spacious room, standing in front of a stone wall.

Master Han turned to Song Che and said, "Open it."

Just as Song Che was about to refuse, Master Han's gaze sharpened, and he immediately stepped forward.

Song Che stretched out his hand, recited something to the wall, and then said in a emotionless voice, "It is necessary to pour 30% of the magic power into the wall."

Master Han only used one layer.

The stone wall in front slowly opened, revealing a beautiful passageway, two meters high, with a semi-circular ceiling made of beautiful blue bricks. Even in an earthquake, this passageway would not be damaged.

Song Chunxue thought to herself that if her family's potato cellar were made like this, she would probably want to live in it.

"Tell her about the situation here, and tell her to take all the valuables with her. King Xuan has disappeared, and there are people behind him, so we all need to be careful." With that, Master Han walked into the passageway.

Song Chunxue asked curiously, "Is this Prince Xuan's territory?"

Song Che nodded and pointed to the things around him, "This candlestick and this lampshade are both made of silver. Put them in your storage ring."

Then, Song Che carried a large pile of things and said, "Pack them up. If I want to drink in the future, I'll trouble you, Master Song, to give me some money for drinks."

Song Chunxue watched as Song Che took down all the calligraphy and paintings from the wall, and even placed the stone used to prop up the corner of the table in front of her.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and pack it up. Only a fool would complain about having too much money."

Song Chunxue deftly put the item into her storage ring and asked in a low voice, "What did they do to you? Are you willing to be used by us? What about your evil cultivator subordinates?"

Song Che did not show any impatience. Like a venomous snake whose fangs had been pulled, after many trials and tribulations, he had accepted his situation and fate.

"The victor is king, the loser is villain. I have already paid the price for my actions, and I feel relieved. I don't seek death; I want to live a few more years and am willing to be at Master Song's beck and call. As for my former subordinates, they can be replaced by other people and continue to be their evil cultivators. It has nothing to do with me."

Song Chunxue looked at Song Che and saw that although his face was pale, he was not as thin as she had been the last time she saw him.

"There are people outside! Hide!"

Song Che pulled Song Chunxue behind a screen.

Song Chunxue kicked him, held her breath as she listened to the footsteps outside getting closer and closer, and casually stuck two invisibility talismans on her.

"Squeak~"

"Someone has been here, and the secret passage has been opened. Go check it out!"

A group of people entered the house and ran towards the secret passage.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the screen in front of them was chopped in half with a single stroke.

Song Chunxue took a deep breath, thankful for the invisibility talisman.

"That useless Song Che, the so-called ancestor of evil cultivators, has been out of contact for so long, and his stronghold has been wiped out. What bad luck."

"He's just a puppet. We can just find another one. Anyway, King Xuan has no intention of letting him go."