Exhilarating

She looked up in surprise, and Zhu Qinghe leaned most of her body over the horizontal bar, gripping her wrist tightly.

Bai Qiuru hugged Zhu Qinghe's waist, struggling to support her, and shouted, "Come and help!"

Mu Chengwen quickly stepped over the horizontal bar and helped pull the person up.

Mu Chengwen glared at Song Feifei: "If you don't want us to work together to push you down, get out of here yourself."

Song Feifei climbed away along the horizontal bar.

With the combined efforts of several people, they finally managed to pull everyone up.

Four people were crammed into the center, and there really wasn't enough space.

"Let's move aside and let Chengwen go back first." Zhu Qinghe wiped her face.

"Forget it, I'll stay behind you and keep an eye on things. If anything happens, I'll lend a hand." Mu Chengwen was also terrified; they were just a hair's breadth away from falling.

"Then, Qiu Ru, you can go first," Zhu Qinghe continued.

Bai Qiu nodded, saying that the stalemate was not a good thing; getting to the other side as soon as possible was the important thing.

She crawled away a bit, making room for herself and having some space to move around.

Zhu Qinghe raised her chin: "Follow me."

Mu Chengwen looked at her with a puzzled expression: "You go first."

Wasn't it agreed that she would be the last one to come down?

Zhu Qinghe was silent for a while: "I might not be able to leave."

"What’s wrong with you?"

She raised her hand and shook it; her entire arm felt limp. "It's dislocated."

I just bravely rescued someone, but I misjudged my own strength and the other person's weight, and that's how this happened.

Mu Chengwen frowned even more deeply: "I'll carry you across."

Zhu Qinghe: "Are you kidding me! Stop fooling around and go over there yourself."

"Then what will you do?"

"I'll wait here. When the game ends, someone will come to rescue me."

"You're going to give up?" What about Young Master Shen? She's just giving up the person she loves like this.

Zhu Qinghe found her contorted expression amusing: "What nonsense are you imagining again?"

Does losing mean she's no longer qualified to be with Shen Wumei? It's a bit of a pity, though. This marriage selection banquet is definitely not as simple as it seems. She was originally planning to stay until the end to see what Prime Minister Shen was really up to.

That's not possible now.

Apart from the two of them, everyone else had reached the stairwell. Song Feifei breathed a sigh of relief and headed straight for the fifth floor.

Bai Qiuru and Chu Hanyi looked over with some concern. Even Chen Fuying didn't move, while Yang Lingxue collapsed to the side to rest.

Song Feifei climbed to the fifth step, where she found herself facing a stone door with a line of words carved on it—

After opening the fifth door, the fourth mechanism will reset. Please ensure that your companions are away from the horizontal bar to avoid serious consequences.

She glanced back at the two people still on the railing, a smile playing on her lips. This was truly a stroke of luck for her.

She slowly pushed open the door, and the horizontal bar behind her vibrated violently.

Mu Chengwen steadied Zhu Qinghe on the plane at the center point and shouted in their direction, "What happened?"

Bai Qiuru and Chu Hanyi turned around, and a moment later Chu Hanyi ran up the stairs: "Song Feifei, stop!"

Zhu Qinghe felt like there was a giant spinning wheel under her bottom, with the cross-shaped grid spinning rapidly with a clicking sound, starting slowly and then getting faster and faster.

She was getting dizzy from all the spinning; at that speed, they would be thrown off sooner or later.

Zhu Qinghe pushed Mu Chengwen's arm: "You go first, before the spinning speed reaches its maximum. I know you can get across with your skills."

Mu Chengwen asked anxiously, "Then you..."

“I’m fine!” Zhu Qinghe interrupted her. “This is Prime Minister Shen’s territory. No matter what, he won’t let anything happen to me.”

After thinking for a moment, Mu Chengwen listened to her and quickly ran across the railing before the turntable started moving.

Chu Hanyi and Bai Qiuru each grabbed Song Feifei's arm, while Chen Fuying strode over angrily and slapped her across the face.

Her head was knocked to the side by the blow, her frantic struggles paused, and after a long while she stared back in disbelief: "You dare hit me!"

Chen Fuying had striking features and an air of self-righteous arrogance in her eyes: "So what if I hit you? You troublemaker, I'm not only going to hit you, I'm going to beat you to death!"

Chu Hanyi stopped her and looked behind her: "The door to the fifth floor is about to close."

The group turned around and saw that the door to the fifth floor, which Song Feifei had pushed open earlier, was gradually closing. If they didn't go in soon, they wouldn't be able to get in.

Moreover, no one knows what conditions are needed to reopen the door to the fifth floor.

Zhu Qinghe remained firmly seated in the center of the spinning wheel, shouting to them, "Hurry up and get to the fifth floor, otherwise none of us will be able to win."

Bai Qiuru made a decisive decision: "Let's go."

When the last person entered the fifth floor, the turntable on the fourth floor jammed and began to spin rapidly. Zhu Qinghe felt the chassis below begin to crack. She grabbed the horizontal bar next to her, but she still couldn't stop herself from being thrown out by inertia.

The feeling of weightlessness was neutralized and dissipated in the wind by the force of being thrown off so quickly. A sense of helplessness gripped my heart, and countless images flashed through my mind.

Is this a revolving lantern display before death arrives?

Before she could finish reminiscing about her short life, she was embraced in a warm hug.

Then the revolving lantern light abruptly stopped, the five senses slowly returned, and the vibrant life continued to unfold.

The man was agile and moved with lightning speed, even carrying her on his arms, he walked on the narrow railing as if it were flat ground.

The rapidly spinning, dazzling railings couldn't stop him. A few breaths later, they landed at the opposite stairwell.

Zhu Qinghe put her arm around his neck, took a breath, and her gaze lingered from his Adam's apple to his jawline. He was still wearing the mask of the Divine Beast Lord.

"Have you had enough fun, my Lord Shen?" she whispered in his ear.

Shen Wumei pushed off her mask. "When did you recognize me?"

He originally came to make a cameo appearance just to keep an eye on her. The mask covered her completely; to be honest, even her own father wouldn't recognize her.

“I knew it as soon as you made a sound,” Zhu Qinghe said.

"I used a falsetto."

“But the tone of voice and the habitual pauses and breaths can’t be changed.” Zhu Qinghe clicked her tongue in amazement, pinching his chin and looking him over carefully. “It’s been too long since I’ve seen him. Let me feast my eyes on him first.”

Shen Wumei smiled and leaned closer to her: "Just want to feast your eyes? Other things are fine too."

"What other?" Zhu Qinghe was still immersed in the beauty and didn't react for a moment.

The hand that was gripping the other person's chin was pulled down and opened, then clasped in the palm.

His cool nose tip gently and affectionately brushed against her nose tip, and his lips were covered with a warm touch.

The bronze mask he placed on her head brushed coolly against her forehead, but it couldn't suppress the heat rising on her cheeks.

The large, hot hand wrapped around the back of my neck covered me completely, sending a tingling, electric-like sensation from the point of contact to my heart and then to every part of my body.

She could even clearly hear her own heartbeat echoing loudly in her ears, and her head was spinning—an experience she had never had before.

After the kiss, they separated slightly, both slightly out of breath.

Zhu Qinghe buried her face in the crook of his neck; she felt she needed to calm down.

But before that, we still have important business to attend to.

A muffled voice came from behind: "Did I lose?"

Shen Wumei patted her head: "How could that be? You were ambushed. I'll take you to the fifth floor."

"Isn't this considered using connections?" Someone who was pretending to be an ostrich was actually quite worried.

"No."

Since it's his territory, he can open the back door however he wants.

If she hadn't been having so much fun, he would have turned against his father long ago.

She was told there was no danger. If he hadn't made a cameo appearance as the mythical beast masked man, she would definitely have gotten hurt.

The thought of this made him furious. He even said he would find him a wife, but he almost got rid of her.

Is there anyone in the world more unreliable than his father?

"Then let's go to the fifth floor," Zhu Qinghe said finally.

When they reached the fifth floor, Zhu Qinghe was completely shocked.

"What... what is this?" she asked, looking at the people around her who were tied up with ropes.

The person standing in the center turned around; it was Liang Youan.

At this moment, her round, childlike face showed a hint of seriousness: "Didn't you lose on the fourth floor? How did you get up here?"

Zhu Qinghe: "...They opened the back door."

Mu Chengwen was furious: "We were so eager to save you, but it turns out you're the one who's going to die!"

Song Feifei snorted coldly: "Pretending to be harmless, your acting is quite good. I told you long ago, no one here is innocent. Only you idiots still believe in sisterly affection."

Liang Youan: "I am not the Grim Reaper, but you cannot go to the sixth floor."

"Why?" Zhu Qinghe asked.

"I can't say, but just trust me, don't go to the sixth floor. Let's stop here and get out safely, isn't that better?"

Song Feifei: "What's so good about it? I came here to win. I can only be the mistress of the Prime Minister's mansion. What right do you have to stop me?"

Liang Youan's expression was indescribable: "Miss Song, winning doesn't necessarily mean becoming the mistress of the Prime Minister's mansion. Young Master Shen isn't an object; he has his own intentions too."

Bai Qiuru laughed: "Although I don't want to give up either, I have no interest in Young Master Shen. Are we all gathered here just to fight over a man?"

Aside from that idiot Song Feifei, who else would have feelings for someone they've never even met, and would go to great lengths to win a competition for them?

Chu Hanyi nodded: "Indeed, I think everyone here was forced to come by their families, just like me."

Zhu Qinghe glanced at the number of people present and asked, "What about the people who disappeared on the second floor with you?"

When she said that, everyone remembered, "Oh right, when we were playing the Death Game on the second floor, Number Thirteen and Number Seven also disappeared along with Liang Youan."

"Are they on the sixth floor, also under your control? You're stopping us so you can reach the seventh floor and win the competition," Chu Hanyi said.

Liang Youan: "Think what you want, but I will not let you go to the sixth floor."

Zhu Qinghe suddenly looked behind her in surprise: "...What are you doing here?"