Chapter 214: Trapping and Rescue

"Your Majesty, I admit defeat."

Qiu Chan dropped his sword on his own initiative and fell to his knees with a plop.

The calmness on Jun Lin's face showed signs of breaking, his throat felt dry as if it was blocked by a ball of cotton. He walked up to Qiu Chan, half-knelt down and held her shoulders, his dark and deep eyes stubbornly trying to look into her soul.

Qiu Chan was caught off guard and burst into tears. She cried and said coquettishly, "Chunhua, I want to eat meat, braised pork..."

There is no braised pork for breakfast today.

The corners of his slightly upturned, narrow eyes were slightly reddened by anger and reluctance. Jun Lin suddenly clenched his five fingers and hurt Qiu Chan's shoulders.

Qiu Chan knew that he could not defeat Chun Hua, so rather than letting her kill him and suffer the guilt, he decided to withdraw on his own initiative.

The insignificant little palace maid might die in an unknown corner one day. Qiu Chan was very open-minded about it, so she wanted to say goodbye in a casual manner, but she couldn't stop her tears from flowing.

The King of Southern Xinjiang had already taken a liking to Jun Lin during the competition. His martial arts skills were on par with those of his own secret guards, and he was the undisputed first in this competition.

He had no time to watch this boring show of sisterly love, and with a wave of his hand, soldiers dragged Qiu Chan away.

Jun Lin's expression finally changed, the coldness broke, revealing the softest look, she said softly: "Don't be afraid."

Qiu Chan should be afraid of death, but at this moment his heart suddenly felt calm, as if a stabilizing needle was suddenly inserted into his chaotic and confused heart.

Chunhua's expression finally changed for her.

I'm not afraid of autumn cicadas.

Everyone will die one day.

Jun Lin raised his eyelids and looked up at Shen Sinian, his lips forming a Japanese shape:

[Save people]

The young man nodded imperceptibly, and in Yuzhu's eyes, he returned to his usual self.

Yuzhu held her head with one hand and said nonchalantly: "The strong dominate the life and death of the weak. This is an eternal truth."

The King of Southern Xinjiang curled his lips: "Zhuzhu is right."

Yuzhu didn't expect that her voice was so soft that the King of Southern Xinjiang still heard it. She sat up straight in a hurry and said helplessly: "Aunt...Uncle..."

The King of Southern Xinjiang nodded in a good mood, and then said: "Since the competition is over, everyone should go home. I still have something to tell this girl."

Yuzhu was extremely dissatisfied at first with this mere formality, but now she felt as if she had been pardoned. She quickly bowed and took Shen Sinian away.

The King of Southern Xinjiang waved his hand, Jun Lin dropped the weapon in his hand and walked towards him step by step.

"Eunuch Zhou."

"Hey, the old slave is here."

He took out a square brocade box from his sleeve, picked up the queen by the waist and left: "Plant the insect seeds."

"yes."

The old servant sighed softly at the rising sun, brushed off the dust and said, "Young lady, follow me."

"Yes, father-in-law."

She lowered her head with a meek expression as she followed the old eunuch into a dark room. The light inside was dim, illuminated only by the flickering candles on both sides.

There were various daggers and wound medicines placed in the room. The old lady supervisor didn't waste any time and asked directly: "Miss, do you want to choose the daily clothes or drill in from the wounded day?"

The two most common ways for southern Xinjiang crickets to enter the body are by swallowing them directly or by cutting the skin and drilling in through the wound. Of course, there are other methods, but this unique secret technique is not something they can master.

Jun Lin obeyed and said, "Daily service."

The old lady muttered: "That's good, otherwise the days of marriage for a girl would be so painful."

He fell silent after he finished speaking. He had done this for His Majesty so many times that he was a little numb to it. He opened the brocade box and handed it to Jun Lin, staring at her intently, wanting to see her take it with her own eyes.

Jun Lin stretched out his fingers and pinched the translucent white insect, his eyes dimmed with doubt and asked: "Eunuch, why is its abdomen black?"

Hearing this, the old eunuch came over suspiciously and wanted to take a closer look: "No way, the pigs given by His Majesty have never had any problems..."

“Hmm—”

Jun Lin, who had appeared behind him at some point, quickly and accurately covered his nose with a silk handkerchief. The love potion on the handkerchief seeped into his lungs. His finger pressed on the Guanyuan acupoint. The old lady prisoner had no time to struggle and her legs went limp. Her eyes became blurred and her mind was hazy.

Jun Lin dragged him to sit on a wooden chair, calmly set up a small magic array, put the insect into the prepared brocade bag, and searched the secret room very quickly. After finding no useful information, he untied his acupuncture points and said in a cold but respectful voice: "Eunuch, I have taken it."

The old eunuch also "saw" it.

When he was tired, he sat on a chair and watched the girl swallow the worm obediently. He didn't know why he suddenly felt a little tired.

"Oh, my old bones really can't stand the torture. All right, come with me to report to His Majesty."

The old eunuch still liked this girl very much. She was straightforward and decisive, and didn't bother with those girls who cried and shook their heads and struggled for a long time like in the past.

Jun Lin lowered his eyes: "Yes."

Thanks to the fact that the old eunuch was an ordinary person, everything went smoothly.

Over there, Shen Sinian had just sent Yuzhu back home, and asked with some awkward concern: "Miss, are you feeling unwell again?"

Yuzhu was very grateful for the little guard's rare concern. She snorted, "When have I ever come back from the palace without feeling uncomfortable?"

"There's a new shop selling roasted chestnuts on West Street that's pretty good. I bought some for the young lady."

He lowered his head uncomfortably and said in a low voice: "Don't feel bad after eating."

Yuzhu was suddenly surprised, she actually felt that the little guard was trying to make her happy. She was used to seeing that calm face, and now because of her slightly fluctuating emotions, she had to admit that Yuzhu liked him very much.

"Okay, go ahead, but come back soon."

After saying that, she put her hands behind her back and hummed a little tune as she walked into the house.

Shen Sinian closed his eyes: "Yes."

The young man used his Qinggong skills to come to a shop that had been taken over by Lin Junhuai a long time ago. Yanyu threw a wide black robe to Shen Sinian, who quickly put it on. Then Lin Junhuai, who was wearing beautiful women's clothes, put his hair into a bun.

"Go to West Street and buy a bag of sugar-roasted chestnuts. I will go into the palace with Yunyu to rescue people. Come back to the alley to pick us up."

Lin Junhuai: "Okay, go ahead, and keep me informed if there are any changes."

Lin Junhuai gave each of the Mohists a bird, the organ used to deliver messages.

Shen Sinian and Yan Yumeng both had women's hairstyles, and at first glance no one would have thought that they were men.

Well, even Shen Sinian was not spared, and everyone was dressed in women's clothing.

In the insect pond in the palace, Qiu Chan watched as her companions were acupunctured and unable to move, and were thrown into a large square pond crawling with insects. Their screams tore their eardrums, and thousands of insects bit their flesh and drilled into their eyes and noses, causing blood to spurt out.

The helplessness and pain disappeared instantly, and swarms of insects devoured the flesh and blood very quickly, and soon there were only white bones and empty clothes.

She regretted it.

She would rather die quickly under Chunhua's sword than suffer such cruel torture.

The well-fed insects retreated to one side to rest, and as new people joined in, another group came in like a tide.

Qiu Chan smiled bitterly. He should be thankful that he was the last one to arrive. So, it’s not his turn yet.