Princess Zhaoyang quickly dispatched the assassins who rushed towards her.
Marquis Yong'an was momentarily stunned by her clean and efficient movements and her superb skills.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?
Why is that delicate prince, who gets out of breath after walking three steps and can't even lift a kitchen knife, now wreaking havoc?
Am I dreaming?
Princess Zhaoyang dealt with the enemy, then looked back and saw that her husband had become a complete idiot.
Her face immediately filled with terror.
With a clang, the long knife was thrown down.
She nestled gently into the arms of the Marquis of Yong'an.
"Qingxian, that was so scary! I think I was possessed by a ghost and it killed so many people. It scared me to death."
Marquis Yong'an: "..."
He was the one who was almost scared to death.
Without any warning, the delicate flower I've nurtured for over twenty years suddenly transforms into a tyrannical plant.
Could his prince have been replaced?
Marquis Yong'an pushed his wife away and cupped her face in his hands.
The skin under his hands was as soft and tender as ever, and the texture was unchanged, so it didn't seem like he had disguised himself.
"Qingxian?"
Princess Zhaoyang looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Marquis Yong'an pulled the person back into his arms.
"It's nothing. I think I was hallucinating just now. These people must have given me hallucinogenic drugs."
Yes, that must be it.
His Highness only applies lipstick three times a day, draws his eyebrows four times a day, and drinks tea six times a day.
I would never chop someone up with a big knife and then call them a bastard.
...
They failed to capture the hostages and their own forces suffered repeated defeats.
The wise king knew that the situation was hopeless.
It's certainly a pity to fail at the last hurdle, but as long as we have our strength, we can always make a comeback.
He immediately ordered a portion of his men to stay behind and fight to the death, while he himself led the elite troops in a retreat.
Upon seeing this, Yi Shuihan led the Southern Five Battalions in pursuit.
The men left behind by the wise king employed a completely suicidal fighting style, charging into the crowd and indiscriminately killing people regardless of their own lives.
The internal troops were unable to stop them all, and some of the men in black rushed into the camp and fought.
Fu Junshi, Ji Yunhua, and Xiao Qingyin took action and eliminated many of the men in black.
Ouyang Xiuqi inadvertently caught a glimpse of the ugly maid's skills, and felt even more ashamed of himself.
He felt that she was kind-hearted, skilled in martial arts, and superior to him in every way except for her appearance.
“She and Hua Di are a perfect match.”
He muttered to himself.
Someone like him, who is neither good at literature nor martial arts, who is old and has accomplished nothing, and who only knows how to drink, play drinking games, and tell jokes, what right does he have to stand next to me?
He used to think that fame and fortune were all empty things.
In this life, we should live like Li Bai: drink today's wine and be merry today, and worry about tomorrow's troubles tomorrow.
As long as you're happy, what does it matter if you live a mediocre life?
But when he met someone he liked, he realized that he was so ordinary and not good enough for her.
Although Wah-dee came from a humble background, he was more talkative and unrestrained than I was, radiating an aura of freedom.
Freedom is the quality that attracts him most about Wah-dee.
He rebelled against his mother from a young age. He would refuse to do anything she said was good, and he would do anything she said was bad.
They thought that this would allow them to break free from constraints and simply be themselves.
But in the end, he didn't live his own life, wasting his energy on fighting.
Without the title of Marquis of Jian'an, he is nothing.
Even if Wah-dee didn't have a concubine and they were mutually in love, what could she possibly use to protect him and love him?
Standing amidst the panicked crowd, Ouyang Xiuqi, for the first time in his life, began to ponder what he wanted to do.
...
As the first rays of dawn pierced through the mist and shone upon the camp, the battle finally came to an end.
What was once a picturesque hunting ground is now a river of blood.
The survivors, exhausted and numb, stood blankly in the chaotic camp, where there was nowhere to put their feet.
All I could hear were the wails and cries of the deceased's relatives.
After rescuing the injured, Xiao Qingyin sat down on the ground, exhausted. Leaning against the beautiful woman, she gazed at the sunrise in the distance, slightly lost in thought.
Although reality is cruel, the morning light is still gentle.
"Miss Xiao! Please help save the young master!"
Yi Wu rode a horse and came rushing over.
"The prince has been seriously injured."
Where is he?
"At the southernmost part of the hunting grounds."
Yi Wu replied.
"He is too badly injured to move. Please come over as soon as possible."
His voice trembled as he spoke.
This shows how bad Yi Shuihan's condition was.
Without saying a word, Xiao Qingyin picked up her medical kit, flipped herself over, and mounted the beauty.
"Let's go, let's go rescue them."
"hold head high!"
The beauty jumped up and ran away.
Seeing this, the big white horse also chased after it.
Xiao Qingyin followed Yi Wu on horseback for more than a quarter of an hour before arriving at their destination.
A stone forest.
The stone forest was full of rubble, and the smell of gunpowder was strong.
Yi Shuihan lay on a stone slab, and not far away was a corpse whose head had been blown to pieces.
Judging from the clothing on the body, it appears to be the wise king.
"The Crown Prince chased after the Wise King here. The Wise King pretended to surrender, but detonated a cannonball. The Crown Prince was hit in the chest by a shard of sword that was blown out and lost consciousness."
Yi Wu explained to Xiao Qingyin.
Xiao Qingyin cut open the clothes on Yi Shuihan's chest, and after seeing the injury, her breath hitched.
The shard of the sword was lodged right in Yi Shuihan's heart.
Seeing her solemn expression, Yi Wu's heart sank.
"Is there any hope for the Crown Prince?"
"I'll do my best."
Even from this position, Xiao Qingyin couldn't guarantee she could save the person.
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