Chapter 442 Ambiguity

At dusk, the carriage arrived in Meiling County.

This is the last county town adjacent to Zhuque South Road. At this moment, the other city gates are closed, and only the north gate is open for entry and exit.

Outside the city, people fleeing their homes with their families and pushing carts formed a long queue that seemed endless.

It was almost White Dew, and the dusk in the south still carried the lingering heat, making it stuffy and heavy.

Along the dusty official road, an old man was struggling to move forward with a cane made of tree branches, and a woman was holding an ignorant child in her arms.

Their faces were filled with confusion and sadness. The cart was piled with a few belongings, which was their entire livelihood.

The air was filled with the confusion and sadness of leaving home, and even the wind had a bitter taste.

Qin Zhaoyue sat in the carriage, gazing at the dismal scene from afar. His eyes were as calm as water, yet his heart felt as if something was grinding against him. It's hard to leave one's homeland. If it weren't for the impending war, who would be willing to flee in such a hurry?

Inside the carriage, Chu Xinglan assisted her in tying the empress securely behind her back, securing her tightly with a specially made wide cloth strap, and then carefully covering her with a veil to conceal her face.

With Qin Zhaoyue's current cultivation level of the third level, carrying one person is no burden to him, and once it is properly secured, it does not affect his movements.

Anyway, her main purpose of this trip was to complete the three bonds of "Heaven, Earth, and Man", and the two people beside her were the ones who really took action.

He hadn't slept for four consecutive days. Although his spirit was still strong due to his cultivation, an indescribable stagnation and numbness had emerged in the depths of his consciousness.

While the situation is still good, the best strategy is to cut the Gordian knot.

The three did not enter Meiling County.

Jiang Wuya's "domain" spread out silently, covering the figures and breath of the three people like a water curtain.

They left the carriage, bypassed the county town, and headed straight for Zhuque South Road.

Wherever a large army gathers, there is a fierce and murderous aura of weapons and weapons that gathers into the sky. It is a kind of existence similar to "momentum" or "domain".

Although it cannot be used actively, it is enough to suppress cultivation.

In the midst of a vast army, individual bravery will eventually reach its limit, and even masters will be in danger of falling.

Jiang Wuya has a keen sense of perception and can clearly sense the distribution and strength of this invisible evil spirit.

He easily found the weak point in the military formation, slid in like a fish with the two of them, and broke through the defense line silently.

Once they passed the range of the military formation, the three of them immediately sped up.

The second prince Qin Jingheng is currently stationed in the Baiyue Protectorate. If you drive there, it will take half a day even if you don't stop for a moment.

However, with Jiang Wuya exerting all his strength, his speed was even faster than a meteor.

The mountains and rivers beneath my feet were rapidly receding, and the counties and towns became blurred silhouettes.

The night spread out before them layer by layer and then quickly faded away, and the terrifying strength of the second-grade master was fully demonstrated here.

When the sun set in the west and the last ray of afterglow faded away, the three of them had already stepped into the territory of Baiyue Protectorate like a shooting star chasing the moon.

Jiang Wuya's energy consumption was still acceptable, after all, he had Chu Xinglan to support him.

However, he still swallowed a secret pill made by Xuanjiwei and adjusted his breathing slightly.

The detailed map of the Protectorate was already memorized in their minds. The three of them adjusted their states while heading towards the direction of the provincial government office.

Provincial government office.

As the lights came on, the master bedroom in the backyard was filled with a charming warm fragrance that was incompatible with the tense atmosphere outside.

The candlelight shines through the madder red gauze curtain, casting an ambiguous and hazy light and shadow.

The air was filled with a sweet, exotic aroma.

The threads are entangled and cannot be removed.

The second prince, Qin Jingheng, lay stiffly on the brocade couch. Except for his eyeballs which could still move, his whole body could not move at all.

He watched helplessly as the slender, fiery red figure approached step by step.

Her dress was completely different from that of the women in Dagan.

She wore a light gauze dress with a slit down to her knees, revealing her graceful calves and a pair of bare feet.

The golden bells on her ankles made a very slight, bewitching sound as she moved.

She stepped onto the bed barefoot, the soft cushions sinking slightly.

When she bent down, her cloud-like hair fell and brushed against Qin Jingheng's neck, bringing a cool feeling.

Her lips were painted with blood-red lipstick, and at the corners of her lips there was a hint of a smile, but not a smile. Her voice was low and soft, yet it carried a snake-like coldness and threat:

"Your Excellency, Second Prince Dagan, what good will it do you to continue this stalemate?

The patience of our Southern Border warriors is limited..."

"Don't even think about it!"

Ever since Qin Jingheng lost the protection of Xuanji Guards and was trapped in this dangerous place, he knew that he had no choice.

In the past few days, although I have not suffered any physical pain, I feel like a canary imprisoned in a cage, with my every move under the eyes and ears of others.

The four great families had obviously been planning this for a long time. What made him even more depressed was that they actually persuaded the southern tribes, which had always been unruly and difficult to tame, to join forces.

If there were no astonishing exchange of interests, how could southern Xinjiang be willing to easily incorporate the land where they have lived for generations into the territory of others?

Qin Jingheng knew exactly what the aristocratic families wanted.

It is nothing more than that the Queen Mother has become increasingly tough in recent years, and the new reform policies have cut into the lifeblood of the aristocratic families. They are just looking for a way out for themselves and keeping a backup plan.

They need the "righteousness" that comes with their status as princes.

Once the flag is raised, with his cover, he will not be considered a complete traitor, but can be forcibly placed on the basis of "clearing the court" and "supporting orthodoxy".

Qin Jingheng was not surprised that the aristocratic family took such a risky move.

Her iron-fisted approach can be seen from the bloody purge that took place at the beginning of her mother's reign.

Although things seemed calm and gentle on the surface these years, Qin Jingheng knew very well that once he was identified as an enemy by the Queen Mother, there would be no possibility of a gentle and peaceful solution.

In Dagan, he was granted the title of prince, and the forces in the court that supported him, both openly and covertly, were deeply rooted.

If he really follows the rules and participates in the fight for the throne, his chances of winning may not be low.

But the road ahead seems easy, and it holds the unparalleled achievement of "expanding territory", but in fact every step is a bottomless abyss.

From a prince of Dagan, he became a puppet controlled by the four great families and even the tribes of southern Xinjiang!

How could he be content with this?

He had been pretending to negotiate and flatter these past few days, simply to find out what kind of secret agreement had been reached between the aristocratic families and Southern Xinjiang.

However, the Southern Xinjiang Saint Ayaduo, who looked charming and affectionate, was extremely tight-lipped, not letting a single word slip.

To make matters worse, her patience was clearly running out.

Ayaduo leaned forward, her fragrant hair almost brushing his cheek, and her condescending gaze was full of disdain and contempt.

"Second Prince, further delay will not benefit you in the slightest.

Tomorrow is the coronation ceremony. If you still refuse to choose a reign title or a country name, then let your seemingly clever staff do it."

She curled her red lips slightly and spoke in a frivolous tone, as if she was talking about a trivial matter.

A puppet emperor will have to marry a woman from southern Xinjiang in the future and give birth to a child with the blood of southern Xinjiang.

Qin Jingheng's body was restrained, only the blue veins on his forehead were throbbing slightly as he tried hard to endure it.

“Nonsense!”