He moved his body slightly and looked around. He had a bad feeling. He had clearly asked Yun Yiming to stay in the dark, but his appearance at this time meant that there was danger.
Wei Che's expression froze, "Where's Su Huaiyue?"
Yun Yiming's face was solemn, his heart filled with guilt and self-blame. He slowly walked up to Wei Che, knelt down with a plop, and said with a trembling and regretful voice, "General Wei, it is my fault for failing to do my duty. Madam Wei drove the carriage to divert the other men in black, and now her whereabouts are unknown. I deserve death!"
Wei Che stood up almost suddenly, not even caring about the pain in his legs. The veins on his forehead bulged, his face turned cold, and his voice was filled with unquestionable majesty. He shouted loudly: "What are you still standing there for? Chase her! You must find her back!"
His voice echoed in the empty woods, filled with endless anxiety and worry.
Just as everyone was preparing to act, Yan Shu slowly walked out from the side. His steps were steady and his eyes were deep and calm.
He glanced at the angry Wei Che, then glanced at the people around him, and said slowly, "Wei Che, this matter needs to be considered carefully. If we drag it out here any longer, there might be a big problem in the capital."
As he spoke, he pulled out a handkerchief from his bosom and handed it to Wei Che, continuing, "This is what I found on the man in black. It has the symbol of Murong Chong, the Right Prime Minister."
Wei Che took the handkerchief and stared at the logo on it, his face becoming increasingly gloomy. He pursed his lips tightly, and his lips turned slightly white due to the force.
Seeing this, Yan Shu stepped forward and analyzed in a serious tone: "The Right Prime Minister has now dared to send people to kill us directly, which shows that his ambition has reached the extreme. Maybe he has already started to take action in the capital. Wei Che, if we waste time here, once something happens in the capital, the consequences will be unimaginable." Wei
Yun Rou listened to Yan Shu's analysis and felt that it made a lot of sense.
She recalled her miraculous experience in that mysterious space, and Su Huaiyue's calm demeanor in the face of danger. She bit her lip slightly and said boldly, "Why don't we go back to Beijing first? My sister-in-law is very capable, and nothing will happen to her."
Her voice was not loud, but it was full of determination.
Madam Wei nodded slightly, her face filled with worry, but she said calmly, "Che'er, Yunrou is right. You should take your men back to the capital immediately, leaving some behind to continue searching for Huaiyue. We can't delay the journey back to the capital. I think this is what Huaiyue would want to see."
Her voice was gentle yet carried an unquestionable power, which gradually calmed the anger in Wei Che's heart.
Wei Che listened to everyone's advice, with a conflict in his heart. On the one hand, he was worried about Su Huaiyue's safety, and he wanted to catch up and find her immediately; on the other hand, he also knew that what Yan Shu said made sense, and the situation in the capital was indeed not optimistic.
He sighed deeply, his eyes revealing helplessness and fatigue. Finally, he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll do as you say."
He turned around and began to arrange the personnel in an orderly manner. Some of them continued to search for Su Huaiyue, while he took the rest of the people and prepared to set out on the journey back to Beijing, silently praying in his heart that Su Huaiyue would be safe.
At noon, the scorching sun penetrated the clouds and poured down on the royal practice ground like broken gold.
The bluestone pavement in the field shone with a cold luster under the sunlight.
Princess Furu was wearing a well-tailored lightweight suit, which was mainly black with silver cloud patterns embroidered on the edges. As she walked, her sleeves fluttered, faintly shimmering with light, which not only showed her noble status but also made her look neat and free.
Princess Furu stood tall and straight in the middle of the training ground, her long black hair tied up high, a few strands of hair gently fluttering in the breeze, making her face look even more delicate and heroic.
Her eyes were sharp, fixed on the bull's eye dozens of steps away. Her eyes were filled with concentration and tenacity, as if they could see through everything.
She held the exquisite bow firmly in both hands. The bow was made of fine ebony, with a warm luster, and the bowstring was made of tough animal tendons, which was very elastic.
As she inhaled slowly, her arm muscles bulged slightly, and the bow in her hand was pulled into a perfect full moon shape.
The bowstring was taut, emitting a subtle trembling sound. With a whoosh, a white-feathered arrow, like a sharp streak of black lightning, cut through the air, accompanied by a whistling sound, and flew straight towards the bull's eye.
In the blink of an eye, the arrow hit the center of the bull's eye steadily, and the tail of the arrow was still trembling slightly, showing the power and accuracy of the arrow.
Seeing this, the palace maids and guards serving around showed admiration in their eyes, but they were too awe to make any noise. They only dared to whisper to each other and praise the princess' superb archery skills.
Princess Furu nodded slightly, quite satisfied with her arrow performance. Just as she reached out to take out another arrow from the quiver, Murong Chong's leisurely figure slowly walked over from the corridor on the side of the training ground.
He was dressed in a gorgeous official uniform. The purple brocade was embroidered with intricate cloud patterns and dark gold silk threads, highlighting his high and powerful status.
His pace was neither fast nor slow, and each step revealed the composure of a superior. There was a faint smile on his face, as if covered by a veil, making it difficult to understand.
And deep in his eyes, there was a hint of calculation, like a hunter hiding in the darkness, coldly observing everything around him, which made people shudder.
Murong Chong walked up to Princess Furu and bowed slightly. His posture seemed respectful and polite, but his slightly raised chin and the contempt that flashed in his eyes revealed his inner contempt.
His voice was deep and magnetic, and he spoke slowly and calmly, "Your Highness, the weather is clear and the breeze is gentle today, making it a perfect time for an outing. The hunting grounds in the back mountains must be bustling with activity, with plenty of prey. If Your Highness goes hunting, it will surely relax your body and mind and relieve your recent fatigue."
Princess Furu hated Murong Chong very much, but she had grown up in the palace and had long learned not to show her emotions.
Her face remained calm, without showing any disgust.
She raised her eyebrows slightly, her graceful movement carrying a subtle hint of disdain. She spoke slowly, "Prime Minister Murong, I've been puzzled lately. You've been talking frequently with the Emperor lately. I wonder what you've been talking about? Why are the lights in the Emperor's chambers always on? When I went to pay my respects, I saw that he looked much less energetic than before, his face haggard and filled with worry."
After saying that, her eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle, staring straight into Murong Chong's eyes, trying to catch a flaw in his eyes and expression.
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