Chapter 01 Random Arrows

The autumn wind was killing.

The golden sunlight that had illuminated the palace walls with a bright red a moment ago was now fading away like a tide, and the red walls were dim, with spots of brown and stained.

The bone-piercing wind blew coldly, bringing a strong smell of blood.

"Your Highness, hurry, hurry——"

Jing Lianhui supported Wu Chun and staggered along the narrow and remote path.

Wu Chun panted and said, "Will Yuli be okay?" "

Your Highness, don't worry, Yuli is smart... She said that if she wanted to divert the pursuit of the Second Prince, she would definitely find a way to escape. Now... Your Highness's safety is at stake..."

The embroidered shoes stepped on the messy fallen leaves, making a rustling sound.

However, what was more terrifying than the rustling of the dead leaves was the sound of weapons coming from nowhere.

A massacre is engulfing the entire imperial city.

And the person behind all this is not someone else.

Thinking of this, Wuchun's steps became unsteady for a moment, causing the dead branches under her to break and she fell.

She waited and waited in Fengchun Palace, but the soldiers he sent to protect her did not come. Instead, she was greeted by the endless cold autumn wind.

- Escape, if she wants to survive, she must escape by herself!

"Your Highness!"

Jinglian went to help Wuchun, only to find that the simple pearls and jade on her head had all fallen off while she was running, and her black hair was scattered in a mess. Her originally beautiful face was even more pale, her lips were dark, and her forehead was covered with sweat.

The hand she held out was cold and trembling.

"Your Highness, you..."

"I'm fine, let's go..."

Wu Chun forced himself to suppress the chill in his heart and the dull pain in his ankle, and stood up.

Just after taking a few steps, Jinglian beside him suddenly cried out in pain.

A long arrow pierced Jinglian's chest!

Blood dripped from the arrow.

"Jinglian!"

"Where else do you want to go?" A loud questioning voice came from behind, and the voice carried a bit of the smugness of a villain's success, which made people's teeth itch.

Who else could it be but the Second Prince of Daliang, Shen Gong?

With the sound of horse hooves, he approached with a group of guards.

Jinglian gritted her teeth and pushed Wuchun hard with all her might, "Your Highness, hurry up!"

Wuchun was pushed back a few steps, but then came one arrow, two arrows... The random arrows "puffed" through Jinglian, and her blood spurted out. Her watery eyes were wide open, reflecting Wuchun's shadow. Her arms were still stretched out, maintaining the posture of protecting Wuchun.

"No, no... Jinglian!"

Tears suddenly welled up from her eyes, and Wuchun couldn't even see clearly which part of the ground was maple leaves and which part was Jinglian's blood.

She brought two girls from Southern Xinjiang to Daliang. One was Yuli and the other was Jinglian. In the Daliang Palace, the etiquette was much more strict and complicated than that in Southern Xinjiang. She deserved a lot of punishment from the Shangyi, but it was these two maids who took the initiative to pick it up for her; her husband Shen Sui was cold to her, so these two maids entertained her; even after she got married, they still called her "Your Highness" - it would be better to say that they were sisters rather than maids.

Now, because of this palace coup, one of her best sisters died and the other was missing!

In a moment, Wu Chun was tied up tightly with a rope by Shen Gong's soldiers and thrown on the back of a horse.

"You are Shen Sui's legal wife, so I won't kill you. You are still useful. You want to escape, but it is impossible."

Shen Gong's eyes were bloodshot. He was at the end of his rope. What he did was just a last-ditch resistance, trying to save his life from Shen Sui.

Wu Chun was trembling all over. She was afraid, extremely afraid.

Her husband Shen Sui killed his father to seize power, and even killed seven or eight of the royal family. How could Shen Gong, the second prince who had always targeted Shen Sui, be let go by Shen Sui?

But on second thought... he is her husband! He will definitely come to save her!

"At this point, you should be thankful that you married Shen Sui instead of Shen Heng."

But when Wu Chun heard this, tears inexplicably fell.

Wu Chun married to Daliang from southern Xinjiang. The husband chosen by the Daliang emperor was supposed to be the eldest prince Shen Heng, but by some strange coincidence, Wu Chun and Shen Sui had a romantic encounter and naturally became Shen Sui's princess.

Marrying a neglected and lonely prince should have been hateful.

But the next day, Wu Chun saw the palace maids under Queen Chen whipping Shen Sui with a whip. The black clothes stuck to his back and he didn't know how much blood had been shed.

The reason was that Shen Sui fed a cat that had escaped from Kunning Palace, but the cat died inexplicably.

Wu Chun felt pity and felt that Shen Sui was actually a kind person, but his miserable situation caused his coldness.

She asked herself that she was naturally good to Shen Sui. She

thought that one day, she would be able to warm his heart.

But before she could appreciate his kindness, she had this bloody nightmare.

After stepping over countless corpses, a towering white tower appeared in her sight.

Wu Chun got off the horse by her hair, and her scalp was numb with pain. Shen Gong half-carried and half-lifted Wu Chun to climb the tower. The blue-gray stone steps were not stained with blood. This white tower was probably the only clean place in the imperial city.

It is also the highest place.

Shen Gong quickly pulled Wu Chun's hands over his head and tied them up, hanging her on the tower wall with only a rope!

It is very cold up there. Wu Chun's teeth were trembling, her body trembling like a feather in the wind, her wide skirt and sleeves fluttering, her legs hanging in the air, she didn't even dare to look down, she just felt her legs were weak and trembling.

The violent heartbeat was about to drown her.

At this point, her tears stopped, not knowing whether she was repelled by fear, or she remembered the days with Shen Sui, and felt that even if it was so dangerous, Shen Sui would come to save her.

At this time, Shen Sui's Yuxing Army surrounded them.

Shen Gong slowly tightened his fingers on the city wall, pulled out the sharp sword, and pointed it at Wu Chun's neck, "Get out of here, or I'll kill this woman! Look carefully, this is the Princess of Southern Xinjiang, the only prince consort of Shen Sui! If she dies, will you still be alive?"

But anyone could hear that Shen Gong's tone was trembling.

The Yuxing Army below did not dare to move.

The two sides faced each other in silence, with swords drawn.

Wu Chun remembered the cold night when she used her red frozen hands to heat the soup for Shen Sui. He took the soup and smiled at her. Although he did not say many words of gratitude, Wu Chun's heart was as warm as the soup.

When Shen Sui was seriously injured, Wu Chun used her own blood as a medicine, boiled the medicine, and fed it to him mouthful by mouthful. Then she stayed with him all night until he woke up, and she fell asleep. When he woke up, except for the quilt, he was wearing Shen Sui's cloak. Wu Chun felt that this night was worth it.

Wuchun was born in spring, and she especially loved the spring days when everything was flourishing. So one spring day, she planted flowers and plants unique to southern Xinjiang to show Shen Sui their fragrance, but Shen Sui just flicked his sleeves and said indifferently that she could handle these things by herself in the future and didn’t need to bring them to him... Counting

the days, she had been with Shen Sui for four years...

Four years, even if you live with cats and dogs, you should have deep feelings, not to mention that she is a living person!

How could he, Shen Sui, not save her?

Wuchun looked forward to Shen Sui's appearance. She thought that the Yuxing Army below did not dare to act rashly without Shen Sui's order.

The dark clouds were as thick as mountains, and not even a trace of sunlight leaked through, and the sky was rolling like ink.

Today Wu Chun was wearing a red dress. From a distance, she looked like a red lotus blooming in the sky.

The two sides were in a stalemate. Forty percent of Shen Gong's guards followed, and the remaining sixty percent died under the swords of the Yuxing Army.

The cold wind blew even harder. Wu Chun's hair stood on end, and her teeth chattered from the cold. The air she inhaled into her lungs scraped her flesh like a knife.

She was still hoping. She

never despaired.

Suddenly, a cavalryman broke through the siege, like an arrow piercing the heart, and said in a roaring voice: "Your Highness said--"

Wu Chun felt that time had stopped. She could not hear the sound of the wind, but only the violent heartbeat.

"In front of the great cause, no one is worth mentioning!"

"Shoot - an arrow -"

No one is worth mentioning, including the person next to you.

Wu Chun's beating heart died when she said this.

She couldn't believe it, but she had to believe it.

She couldn't figure it out, why? Why couldn't she warm his heart in four years?

It turned out that all the love was just her wishful thinking;

it turned out that the love she thought from Shen Sui was just dispensable, and the occasional warmth was just charity to her;

it turned out that Shen Sui was a heartless person after all, and after four years of sincere treatment, all he got in return was a sentence of not worth mentioning!

Even if he could come to see her?

For a moment, her heart felt an unprecedented emptiness and numbness, and then, overwhelming grief surged, along with the arrows in the sky, piercing every part of her body!

Shen Gong had no time to pay attention to her. He was wandering around on the tower and fell down with a muffled sound.

Wu Chun was hanging in the air, becoming a living target!

The pain was like tearing out his heart and bones.

Shen Sui, I’m so cold and in so much pain…

Wu Chun’s mind flashed through her life like a revolving lantern… Chun

Ri was born in southern Xinjiang. She lost her mother at the age of seven. Her moody father soon remarried. He was jealous and arrogant, and often suppressed and punished her. Only because she had her brother by her side did she live a carefree life.

At the age of sixteen, she married Shen Sui, the third prince of Daliang. She had a husband and a lover. She never regretted treating him and accompanied him in the palace for four years, the coldest and most helpless days.

When she was twenty, two maids who were like sisters to her died and went missing. She hoped that the man beside her would rescue her, but a basin of cold water was poured over her head and she was pierced by arrows…

The palace was bleeding.

The corners of her eyes were also red and about to bleed.

Gradually, a pale smile appeared on the corner of Wu Chun's mouth.

Shen Sui, if I had known this, I would not have had any mercy on you from the beginning!

How can a man who killed his father and brother understand love? How can an emperor who is obsessed with power have true heart?

Wu Chun's eyes were bloodshot, and he felt extremely regretful and ridiculous. Tears and blood rolled down his cheeks.

"Shen Sui, if I could live my life again, I would not ask you to have a bad end, but only to be with you to the ends of the earth, to be well, and never see each other again..."

"I don't want to love a heartless person anymore..."

The voice was quietly drowned in the first thunder of autumn.

"Boom--"

The sky suddenly became bright, and then a torrential rain fell. The sky was broken, and the bean-sized raindrops seemed to penetrate the palace.

This rain washed away all the evil killings, all the unwillingness to resist in the corner.

It also washed away all the love of the girl.