Chapter 250. He wants to take you there to prepare for childbirth. ...
Twelve days later, I received a reply from the Elf King, who said he would send a guard to protect me. By the time I received the letter, the guard had already been on its way for several days. Along with the letter came ten chests of gold and silver jewels.
The messenger, carrying news and treasure, said, "The king wishes you to return to the secret realm."
I smiled and placed the letter on the table, saying, "I can't leave."
The messenger smiled and said, "You can handle matters in the Western Territory while you are in the Secret Realm. We can also send capable people to manage affairs in the Western Territory for you, so as not to delay your business."
“Then why should I go to the Secret Realm? It’s better to handle it in the Western Realm,” I said.
“The Secret Realm is safer,” the messenger said tactfully. “There are more unstable factors in the Western Region.”
The Elf King must have planted many spies in the Western Regions, or have some kind of intelligence network, to be so well aware of my situation.
"Okay, I understand," I said, and then sent the messenger away.
The messenger was quite disappointed when he left.
That evening, I hosted a welcome dinner for the messengers, partly to thank them for their hard work in delivering the messages and the jewel chest, and partly to show those treacherous nobles that I had powerful backers.
The banquet was lively and bustling, with toasts flowing freely. The messengers sat together drinking, carefully testing the wine with poison-testing needles before swallowing it. Nobles kept coming over to offer toasts and strike up conversations, which they responded with smiles.
A scene of peace and harmony.
I suddenly thought, maybe the mass murder won't happen, I'm pregnant, the Elf King intervened, the situation changed, and the outcome will change too.
But as soon as I put that thought aside, all the muscles in my body suddenly tensed up.
I looked around but found nothing unusual—it was still the same as before.
My heart calmed down. I believed that the instinct for danger, a remnant of human instincts from ancient times, still existed within us, so something must be happening.
Even if there is nothing on the surface.
My gaze fell upon the nobles. He, he, and he, and she.
There are still no abnormalities.
I stood up, but the next second, something unexpected happened. It happened so suddenly that I didn't even have time to blink.
A group of glamorous nobles rushed toward me—exactly the same as in my dream.
At the same time, the messengers who had just been drinking and chatting clutched their chests, their faces contorted in pain, and they collapsed to the ground, spitting out blood.
I ran quickly toward the banquet hall window—the banquet hall doors had already been slammed shut.
He pulled out the whistle hidden under his chest as he ran and blew it loudly.
After that nightmare, I kept the whistle hidden on my person.
I made an agreement with my bodyguards that once I blew the whistle, they would split into two teams: one to come to my rescue, and the other to quickly gather my private army.
The whistle was extremely sharp and reached outside the hall, ensuring that the guards would receive the signal.
However, when I escaped through the window, skillfully stepping on the tough ivy, and ran all the way to the first floor, neither the guards nor the rescuers appeared.
The nobles reappeared on the first floor and rushed towards me, carrying daggers and fruit knives.
I bent down and pulled a gunpowder bomb from my calf—it had been hidden on my body like a whistle. I pulled off the fuse, threw it at them with force, and with a loud bang, the nobles were blown down, letting out shrill screams.
Amidst the smoke of battle, I broke through the encirclement, blowing my whistle as I ran. The sharp whistle grew louder and louder, but the guards and private soldiers still did not appear.
Suddenly, large groups of guards appeared from all directions and rushed towards me.
Damn, they've come up with all sorts of plans, including what they'll do next if I escape.
As the guards drew closer, large beads of sweat rolled down my forehead. I looked around anxiously, trying to find a way out.
Sweat and tears streamed down my face. I was so anxious that I cried.
I've never been so embarrassed before.
My bodyguards and private soldiers betrayed me.
As the guards surrounded me, I closed my eyes in despair.
A group of agile, masked men in black appeared out of nowhere, suddenly charging into the encirclement. Amidst the screams and clashes of swords, I was shielded from the encirclement by several masked men in black—I was still dazed; it all happened so fast.
A large number of guards rushed towards us, but we ran even faster. I was carried on the back of a masked man in black, and he didn't slow down at all, but the pursuers were getting closer and closer.
In just a few seconds, they caught up.
Another round of bloody fighting ensued.
A dozen or so masked men in black protected the person carrying me, trying their best to break through the encirclement, but they couldn't get out no matter what they did.
As the pursuers grew larger and fiercer, the masked man in black was on the verge of being overwhelmed.
Just as I was about to despair again, I suddenly saw Asmin's wet nurse, protected by several masked men in black, crossing the "fire line" and rapidly approaching us.
Before I could even be surprised, the nanny handed something to the masked man in black, who then threw it at me. I reacted quickly, reaching out high and barely catching it.
The item was quite heavy and almost fell to the ground.
—It was a gleaming golden harp!
—The one that Mamboa used to use.
—Used to summon vengeful spirits.
I don't know how to play the harp, but in a moment of inspiration, I immediately plucked the strings, humming a melody I knew by heart—a tune that Mamboa had played—which I had also used when breaking out of the North.
The harp, having gathered the power of vengeful spirits, played a supporting role.
Back in the North, I had to gather the eyes of the elven generals together, set them ablaze, and then hum this summoning tune to succeed.
Now all I can do is pluck the strings, release the energy of the vengeful spirits, and hum a tune at the same time.
The music played rapidly and the melody grew faster and faster. When only five or six of the masked men in black had been killed, a strong, cold wind blew in from somewhere, and a thick white fog quickly covered the area.
"Kill them, those in armor, leave no one alive!" I shouted both aloud and in my heart.
Extremely fast, the white mist swept over the pursuers in a large area. The pursuers were stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly they were knocked down. The screams were shrill and the roars were terrifying. The survivors were all frightened and retreated, running away as fast as they could.
The white mist, however, did not let them go, and gave chase, followed by another series of tragic screams.
I hummed a tune and played the harp randomly, gesturing for the masked man in black who was carrying me to run forward. The other masked men in black quickly followed.
A cloud of white mist tightly protected us.
The masked man in black led me out of the palace gate.
There were people waiting outside the palace. A tightly sealed black carriage was hidden in a secluded ravine not far away. As soon as we came out, the carriage came running and picked me up. Bai Ni was actually waiting for me inside the carriage. All the masked men in black mounted their horses. The three horses that came out with the carriage, two men per horse, quickly fled.
The carriage sped along at such a rapid pace that I vomited several times. I stuck my head out of the window and struggled to vomit.
They changed carriages several times along the way, sneaking around the bends and hiding their tracks.
They changed boats again.
Finally, when we reached a place where the barrier's restrictive power was weak, we actually saw Ethan, along with more than a dozen large flying birds. Most of the birds were ridden by a masked man in black. Ethan quickly let me ride one of the birds, while he, Bai Ni, and Hei rode on another.
As soon as the bird took flight, a large number of Western Border Guards rushed towards us and began to fire arrows at us. I was hit in the shoulder, arm, and thigh, and the bird was also hit in the tail. If we hadn't escaped quickly, we would definitely have been shot down.
The birds flew desperately, and my blood kept flowing. I covered the wound tightly with both hands, but the blood kept gushing out.
Just when I thought the blood would run dry, a sharp whistle rang out, and the bird finally began to fall, very slowly, as if it were exhausted.
Its tail was injured, but fortunately the wound was small and was dripping blood, but not much.
We landed on an unremarkable black ship, surrounded by the vast ocean.
I collapsed onto the deck, and Bai Ni and Ethan hurriedly helped me up. I whispered, "Thank you," and then passed out.
I lost too much blood and was unconscious for several days.
During this time, we entered the Southern Territory—I was utterly astonished to find Princess Yanni had saved me. We entered the Southern Territory via a highly secretive route, the sea leading directly to the gardens of the Southern Palace. Weakened, I was helped off the ship by Baini, and we walked up the marble steps, half-submerged by seawater, looking up at the magnificent, Ottoman-era architecture.
When I left many years ago, I was a maidservant accompanying my bride, and I was trembling with fear. Now I have returned wounded, and I am still trembling with fear.
I was overwhelmed with emotion.
Princess Yanni and her stepmother were already waiting for me in the royal study.
I collapsed weakly onto the soft armchair.
“I should have let you rest properly, but I have something to tell you,” Princess Yani said.
"What is it?" I asked weakly. Bai Ni fed me a few sips of hot cocoa, and the warm, sweet sensation sliding into my lips made me feel alive again.
“The great nobles of the West have sent us letters, and the Elf King has also sent a secret letter, all demanding that we hand you over.”
I sighed, "Are they all trying to force me to my death?"
“No,” Princess Yani’s stepmother smiled gently, “the Elf King wants to take you there to give birth.”
I burst out laughing.
Princess Yanni looked at me strangely, "He really wants to take you to give birth so you can have a healthy delivery."
"Okay, you guys decide. I'm badly injured right now and just want to rest." I said, then slumped to my feet and staggered out the door.
They've already made their decision, so why ask me?
I slept for three days straight. On the morning of the fourth day, I woke up very early, and the soft sunlight shone warmly on me.
The curtains were left open, as I requested. Only when light, whether bright or dim, filters in do I feel alive.
The sunlight shone on the mattress, and the warmth spread to my body, making me realize that I have a temperature.
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