Chapter 432 This King's Man and Ants

When Shen Chu woke up again, she was woken up by the cold.

When I opened my eyes, I saw snowflakes flying everywhere, and a thin layer of snow had already settled on my body.

The snowflakes that landed on her face melted into water, flowing coolly down her cheeks and down her neck, making her shiver involuntarily.

"You're awake."

A voice devoid of warmth rang out from ahead.

She looked up and saw a tall man standing not far away.

Wearing a navy blue satin cloak trimmed with fox fur, she slowly turned around and looked over.

Shen Chu's pupils contracted involuntarily.

"King Jing?"

The man was none other than Shangguan Ye, the King of Southern Yue. He raised an eyebrow slightly as he looked at Shen Chu.

Doesn't this place seem familiar?

Chen Chu struggled to her feet, holding onto the tree, and looked around.

The distance was shrouded in mist, but the outline of the mountains could still be vaguely discerned.

They were in a forest, surrounded by white snow, which looked like a forest.

It looks somewhat familiar.

A loud yet mournful suona horn sounded from not far away.

Chen Chu staggered to Prince Jing's side and peered down.

They then realized they were halfway up a mountain.

The funeral procession at the foot of the mountain was "her" funeral procession.

A group of people were walking uphill through the snow.

Shen Chu's pupils contracted slightly as she instantly realized what was happening and instinctively looked to her right.

Sure enough, just outside the woods was the Shen family's ancestral graveyard.

She was the daughter of the Marquis of Ning'an, and by rights she should not be buried in the Shen family's ancestral cemetery.

However, there are no more members of the Ning'an Marquis's family now, and her senior brothers are handling her funeral arrangements.

Knowing her wish, her fellow disciples naturally wanted to bury "her" in the ancestral graveyard so that she could be with her father, mother, grandparents, and brothers.

Shen Chu turned to look at Prince Jing, who was standing beside her with his hands behind his back.

"Your Highness Prince Jing kidnapped me, surely not so that I could witness my own funeral?"

King Jing raised his hand and gently brushed the snowflakes from his temple, scoffing with a mocking expression.

Whether you live or die, whether you are buried or not, is none of my business.

That's really cold-hearted of them.

Shen Chu carefully examined Shangguan Ye.

This King Jing of Nanyue was about thirty-five or thirty-six years old. His complexion was unhealthy and pale, and he had a pair of narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes with a deep, cold look in them.

He was devoid of any vitality; he looked gloomy and cold, like a living dead.

Recalling his earlier inquiry into his master's whereabouts, Shen Chu's heart stirred slightly.

"Are you trying to use my funeral to lure my master out?"

King Jing's eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly, and he let out a soft groan.

"I have investigated and found that you are her most favored emperor. Over the years, she has traveled around and taken you with her the most."

The news that the newly appointed top scholar, Imperial Censor Shen Chu, had been burned to death has spread like wildfire.

"I don't believe she won't come to pay her respects to you."

Shen Chu understood.

"So you deliberately blocked me earlier to prevent me from catching up with my senior brothers."

“Naturally, if you suddenly run out halfway through the funeral, the whole capital will know you're not dead within half an hour.”

"There's no need to hold this funeral then. I've been searching for you for years; how could I allow you to ruin it?"

Shen Chu felt a fire burning in her chest, so intense that she almost lost her mind.

The frustration and anger of being imprisoned by Luo Heng for seven days.

Seeing Pei Yuan marry someone else caused her heartache and resentment.

Seeing his fellow students kept in the dark, feeling frustrated and saddened by the grief of having to hold their own funerals.

The pain and exhaustion from exhausting one's internal energy to break through acupoints.

All of it erupted at this moment.

She couldn't help but blurt out, "You're really sick, and quite seriously so."

Do you disregard the lives of others for your own hidden schemes, thinking that the whole world should make way for your goals?

"Why doesn't God send someone to strike you down, you selfish, ruthless, and vicious little man?"

Shangguan Yeyou turned his head and looked over, his gaze sinister, before finally uttering a sentence after a long while.

How did you know I was seriously ill?

Chen Chu...

That's outrageous.

Can't you tell you're insulting him?

"Are you really seriously ill? You risked my life to save my master, you wouldn't be doing it to cure your illness, would you?"

Shangguan Ye snorted coldly and turned his gaze back to the funeral procession below.

"In my eyes, there are only two kinds of people in this world. Do you know what those two kinds of people are?"

Shen Chu shook her head blankly. "What?"

"One kind of people are my people, and the other kind are ants."

He glanced at Chen Chu with a disdainful expression.

"You are all ants, why should I, the king, care about the life of an ant?"

Chen Chu.......

This person is really seriously ill.

Moreover, he was quite ill.

If it weren't for the days she was imprisoned by Luo Heng and her clothes being thoroughly emptied, she would have wanted to splatter the medicine prepared by her senior brother all over Shangguan Ye's face if she had even a single packet.

etc.

Which of these two types of people is my master?

Shangguan Ye's pupils contracted slightly, and his expression shifted as if he had remembered something.

There was melancholy, sadness, frustration, and... but he quickly returned to a blank expression.

He pursed his thin lips and looked coldly at Shen Chu.

"You're still too green to try and trick me."

Shen Chu sighed inwardly, watching the funeral procession ascend the mountain and get closer and closer to the Shen family's ancestral graves.

She pondered how to ask her third senior brother and the others for help.

As if sensing her thoughts, Shangguan Ye snorted coldly.

"You'd better not even think about running away. You can't show up until this funeral is over."

Shen Chu gave a bitter smile, "Look at my current disheveled state, how could I possibly have the strength to escape?"

As she spoke, she suddenly exclaimed in surprise, looking up in astonishment at Shangguan Ye's back, and cried out in a trembling voice, "Master!"

Shangguan Ye's expression changed drastically, and he turned around to look.

Right now.

With all her might, Shen Chu pushed Shangguan Ye off the mountainside.

Then he quickly turned and ran out of the woods.

Once she leaves this forest, she will be able to meet her third senior brother and the others.

Just then, Luo Heng appeared outside the woods.

He had a thick white cloth wrapped around his neck, a sinister expression, bloodshot eyes, and looked like a madman.

"Ah Chu, would you rather hurt me than leave with me?"

Shen Chu didn't dare to get entangled with him, so she decisively turned around and ran in another direction.

Luo Heng caught up with him.

Shen Chu felt as if her legs were filled with lead, and she could hardly lift them.

She was too tired.

Just then, a sharp pain shot through my abdomen.

The mountain road was particularly slippery after the snow. Chen Chu stumbled and rolled straight down the mountain road.

She looked up and saw only Luo Heng's terrified face.

Her body stumbled and slid down very quickly, and Shen Chu closed her eyes in despair.

The image of Pei Yuan, dressed in a bright red groom's suit, walking step by step towards the bridal sedan chair flashed through my mind.

She clutched her stomach tightly, tears streaming down her face.

Children, I'm sorry.

Mother may be taking you all with her when she leaves this world.

In her utter despair, someone suddenly rushed up and grabbed her hand.

Their descent slowed, and both of them crashed hard into a nearby tree.

She clearly heard a crisp cracking sound, followed by a piercing pain from her shoulder.

A fiery red figure appeared before her and crouched down beside her, speaking in a gentle voice.

“A-Chu”.

Shen Chu blinked, and tears streamed down her face.

"Master."

Master has arrived.