At the same time, they keenly sensed that tens of thousands of enemy soldiers were lying in ambush nearby.
If evacuation is not timely, this place could very well become the burial ground for millions of souls.
Even if I had three heads and six arms, I still couldn't escape.
When I rushed into the battlefield where swords were flying and corpses were strewn everywhere, Qingyan was supporting herself with the long sword in her hand, almost exhausted.
Meanwhile, her good-natured prince had already retreated safely back to his territory.
Just as she was about to be struck down by an enemy soldier with a large sword from behind, I killed her with a single blow from my hand.
While I snatched a longsword from an enemy soldier to help Qingyan clear out the enemy soldiers that kept coming around her, I dragged her towards the outer safe zone.
Qingyan frowned and asked me, "What are you doing here?"
"If I hadn't come, you would have been taken to see that cold-faced devil Yama by now!" I teased her sarcastically.
"You talk as if you've actually seen that old Yama!" Qingyan replied to me jokingly, her thin lips slightly parted as she breathed heavily.
I noticed that she had arrows in her shoulder and abdomen; if the bleeding wasn't stopped and the wounds weren't treated promptly, it could be life-threatening.
Now, the only thing we need to do is take her back to the prince's territory, where we will need herbs and a doctor.
With Qingyan, I finally fought my way out of the encirclement and retreated back to the prince's safe territory.
They thought Qingyan would receive treatment soon.
But they never expected that they would step into their territory.
I then saw Princess Yunxiang standing on the high city wall, looking at me and Qingyan with a sullen face.
"Weren't those two bitches supposed to be dead? Why are they still alive?!"
The prince, standing to the side, remained silent and did not answer her question.
I looked with a sinister gaze at the hateful, jealous woman on the high city wall, thinking that I shouldn't have rescued her from that bandit's den in the first place.
"You dog of a prince! Open the city gates! Do you really want to watch her die in front of you?" I shouted at the top of my lungs!
"Your Highness, you must not open the city gates. If you do, the enemy will easily take advantage of the situation and invade!" a servant beside him carefully reminded him.
What nonsense about taking advantage of a weakness! The enemy is still some distance away. If they open the city gates, Qingyan and I will still have a chance to survive!
But the prince, wearing a cloak, stood straight on the high wall, staring intently at Qingyan and me, unmoved.
Meanwhile, the enemy soldiers who had been lying in ambush outside were already launching their attack at close range...
"Your Highness! We should fire arrows in retaliation!" the talkative attendant reminded him again.
Qingyan, however, looked at the high and mighty prince with an expression of utter indifference, as if she were taking in everything about him.
In the end, the prince could only put on a pained expression and wave his hand dismissively.
Countless cold arrows shot from the high wall toward Qingyan and me.
As I dragged Qingyan along, I was caught off guard by the sudden, cold arrow.
A sneak attack came from ahead, and enemy pursuers were behind.
This means there's really no way to escape now.
Bastards! They're all bastards! They saved this prince's life for those ten taels of gold, but now it seems they traded their own lives for it!
Indeed, the imperial family is the most ruthless.
"Do you regret rushing in to save me like that?" Qingyan asked me with a half-smile.
I gave a wry smile: "It's too late to regret it now!"
Qingyan chuckled and curled her lips slightly.
Just then, Qingyan suddenly tackled me to the ground, using her own body to shield me from the incoming arrow.
Qingyan's back was instantly riddled with cold arrows.
I stared at her in astonishment, trying to help her up again.
Blood trickled from her mouth, and her voice became hoarse: "Don't move! I'll lie on top of you and play dead. No one will notice you're there!"
"Qingyan!" I called her softly.
She didn't respond to me.
After saying that, he slumped onto my shoulder and never woke up again!
Soon Qingyan and I were overwhelmed by the attacking enemy soldiers...
In a daze, I had a dream.
In my dream, I was surrounded by cliffs, with a broken dam in the middle of a clear lake, and a winding path paved with similar cobblestones.
Zhou Lang, dressed in white, stood in the middle of the river, gazing intently at me.
I wanted to go up and grab his hand.
However, the closer I got to him, the further away he seemed to drift from me!
Just when I was getting anxious...
"Ahua? Ahua, wake up! Wake up!"
I was woken up by Ranmo when I woke up again.
When I opened my eyes, it was pitch black and I couldn't see anything.
Just as I was about to sit up, I was hit hard on the head by a hard object.
It hurt so much I grimaced.
When she raised her arm to rub her head, her bent arm was hit by a hard object next to her.
"Hiss... Where am I?"
"In the coffin!" the ink whispered softly in my heart.
I was utterly astonished: "Why am I in a coffin? Who put me in a coffin?!"
"Of course it's that cold-faced prince! He thought you were dead. After winning the war, he specially gave you and Qingyan a grand burial here. Look how generous this prince is! Even the coffin he bought for you was made of the finest wood!"
It turned out that while the enemy soldiers were arriving, the cunning prince sent another wave of reinforcements, employing a clever scheme to outmaneuver the besieging enemy.
Finally, they pulled my and Qingyan's bodies out from the field littered with corpses.
Actually, I was just knocked unconscious by the force of those clueless soldiers stomping on my back.
This prince didn't even glance at me before giving me a grand burial!
I thanked him!
"Actually, you were indeed trampled to death! The only reason you're still alive and awake is because I woke you up! Shouldn't you thank me!"
The ink stains in my heart are acting up again, acting strangely and irrationally, poking at my little heart.
It made my heart tremble slightly: "How will you thank me? How will you thank me? How will you thank me?"
Ranmo kept muttering to himself!
"Shut up!" I'm so annoyed with him! Seriously!
Let's think of a way to get out!
How do I get out?
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't pry open the coffin lid! I fucking wanted to kill that Prince Shi Ci!
He shouldn't be called Shila! He should be called the Shit-Pulling Prince!
I curse him to poop every day and die in the latrine!
"I might as well just suffocate here!" I was both angry and frustrated!
"Can't a young lady be a little more refined? All you do is talk about poop and pee all the time! Who will want to marry you in the future?!"
"Who says no one will marry me? This humble servant is already married and has a husband!" I retorted defiantly!
"Then your husband must have been driven to his death by you!" How could Ranmo have such an annoying and venomous tongue!
"Get out of here!"
"If I were to leave, you might be dead! If I were more than half a foot away from you, you would run out of air. The fact that you can speak right now is all thanks to my spiritual energy! Aren't you going to thank me?" Blah blah blah.
The ink stains really make me feel like there are millions of flies buzzing around.
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