Chapter 32 Assassination is Mad
A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle; a great man can bend and stretch... Running away isn't shameful; what's shameful is getting beaten up and not knowing how to run... that's called being a fool!
You know, my nickname is "Flying Legs"! That's something I trained for! After being chased and beaten for so long, I just got used to it by running and running...
The poor young emperor was dragged along by me the whole way, his pampered body was exhausted. If he were a little thinner, I could have used him as a kite and pulled him into the air.
After running for a long time, feeling that the pursuers behind him had stopped catching up, I finally breathed a sigh of relief and stopped.
Seeing that I had finally stopped, he was bent over, panting heavily, his originally pale cheeks flushed red... looking like he had run so fast he was exhausted.
I shook my head. Clearly, this emperor lacked physical training.
"Where am I?" Looking around at the lush grass, I belatedly realized that I had no sense of direction.
He looked up at me but didn't say anything.
His exquisite embroidered white robe was covered in dust, and his meticulously combed hair had come loose at some point, with his long, glossy black hair hanging straight down. At this moment, he felt very real.
I don't know if it was just my imagination, but I saw the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.
A gentle breeze swept by, lifting his long hair, and I clicked my tongue in envy.
If all the men are so good-looking, how are women supposed to survive?
He paused for a moment, then used his fingers as a comb to lift his long hair.
"By the way, is Prime Minister Cao feeling any better? Has his memory returned?" He finished combing his hair, looked at me, and asked softly with a smile, his voice still tinged with irregular breathing.
I almost shook my head, but then I came to my senses and looked at him with a question mark on my face. "Prime Minister, you just caught a cold and have already recovered. What memories?"
Hmm, anyone can play dumb!
I glanced at him cautiously, recalling his last look when I left the palace that day. This guy is no pushover; looking at his harmless face, I almost fell into his trap. How cunning! Asking such a question out of the blue—if I'm not careful, Aman will be in danger.
He looked at me indifferently, his misty eyes making it difficult to see clearly.
"Would Cao Cao feel pain if I killed you?" He stared at me for a long time before suddenly speaking.
Huh? My mouth is wide open enough to swallow an egg.
He stepped forward, his eyes suddenly sharpening.
"I just saved you! How can you be so ungrateful!" I exclaimed in shock, taking a few steps back, and was furious.
His lips twitched, and he closed his eyes briefly in exasperation, lowered his head slightly, then looked up and yelled at me, "Idiot!"
"Yes! I'm stupid! I didn't understand the story of the farmer and the snake, and I saved you, you poisonous snake!" I was so angry that I didn't care whether he was the emperor or not, and I roared.
"Save?" he sneered, veins bulging on his forehead.
I grimaced, took a step back, and sensed something was wrong.
"If you hadn't pulled me away and run, you would be lying dead on the streets of Xuchang by now!" he roared at me.
Huh?
"You mean... those assassins... were after me?" I asked, curious, seeing his almost frantic expression.
What a huge honor! I actually troubled His Majesty the Emperor to personally come and kill me? Uh… although it was a bit of a misunderstanding…
I actually grabbed the mastermind who wanted to kill me and we fled together to the wilderness...
"No! We have no grudges from the past or any enmity from the present, why do you want to kill me?" I got angry too. "Besides, you are the emperor. If you want to kill someone, issuing an edict is as easy as crushing an ant. Why do you have to risk your life personally?"...And you just said those strange things to me.
"Xiaoxiao?" He narrowed his eyes slightly. "Why do you call yourself Xiaoxiao?"
Why? Well, I've thought about that profound question too.
"How much of that blood-written edict did you read?" His expression suddenly turned cold as he looked at me.
A blood edict? I was completely baffled.
"You didn't know?" He was slightly surprised.
I shook my head, and then a thought flashed through my mind: Could it be... the blood-written letter I stole from Liu Bei's arms that day?
Sigh, I knew back then that this would definitely be a problem.
I calmly continued shaking my head.
"You think I'd believe that?" he smiled.
"I'm illiterate! Even if you stuff that blood edict into my eyes, it's the eyes that recognize me, not the other way around!" I shouted angrily. "For this, you want to kill me? I'm so wronged!"
“There’s only one Xiaoxiao, you don’t deserve her.” He said coldly, “You must die.”
"You two-faced, foul-mouthed bastard!" I gritted my teeth.
He was slightly taken aback, and after a long pause, he asked blankly, "What did you say?"
"Sharp-tongued! Sharp-tongued! Sharp-tongued!" I yelled. "What business is it of yours what my name is?!" I hate it more than anything when people talk about my name! This guy is just bringing up the sore spot, deliberately reopening old wounds.
Actually, from childhood to adulthood, I've often thought that regardless of whether she ultimately abandoned me, when my first mother held me in her swaddling clothes and named me "Xiaoxiao" (meaning "smile"), she loved me. She hoped I could be cheerful and happy for the rest of my life. ...Right?
He stared at me blankly for a long time, then flew into a rage, "Shut up!" He reached into his sleeve, his face full of murderous intent.
I watched him calmly, observing his expression shift from stern to utterly bewildered, then suddenly realizing what he'd done, and glaring at me, "You!"
I grinned and brandished the short sword in my hand. "Looking for this?"
"When did you take it?" he asked angrily, squinting.
"Hmph, a two-faced, sharp-tongued emperor," I shook my head, feeling my image suddenly become radiant.
But things weren't as good as I'd imagined. He stared at me, I glared back, and we remained locked in this stalemate.
"Hey, stop glaring at me. It's getting dark, and we're out in the middle of nowhere. Let's go back to the city," I said, raising the white flag first.
I didn't know the way, so I had to compromise. But this guy clearly didn't know when to stop. He ignored me and remained unmoved.
Then, it really got dark.
I was exhausted, so I sat cross-legged, clutching my short sword.
He sat down as well, and for some reason, he looked slightly nervous.
As darkness swallows the last rays of the setting sun, night falls.
There were no stars or moon; the heavens and earth seemed to be covered in spilled ink, so dark that one could not see their own hand in front of their face.
Half an hour later, I discovered a secret... This emperor was afraid of the dark.
This emperor, who feared neither heaven nor earth, was actually... afraid of the dark.
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