They were about to break through the city gates and escape to safety.
An army suddenly appeared and blocked their path.
The leader was dressed in black armor, wielding a long sword, and wearing a ferocious smile.
It was Liu Qi, the son of Liu An.
This kid is quite good-looking.
Unfortunately, he was all show and no substance, a complete spoiled brat.
"Chen Qingwan, you can't go anywhere!"
Liu Qi stared at Chen Qingwan with lustful eyes, like a hungry wolf eyeing a plump lamb.
"Just surrender obediently, and perhaps I can spare you some suffering..."
Chen Qingwan slowly drew the sword from her waist.
The sword's edge was pointed directly at Liu Qi, its cold light flashing like a venomous snake's tongue.
"dream!"
"Wow, you've got some backbone!"
Liu Qi smiled dismissively.
"You think you can escape from me with just a few guards? You're overestimating yourself!"
Liu Qi's expression changed, and he brandished his long sword, slashing at Chen Qingwan.
"Protect His Majesty!"
Qiao'er screamed and stood in front of Chen Qingwan.
At the same time, several guards jumped out of the carriage and surrounded Chen Qingwan.
A bloody battle unfolded beneath the west gate.
"kill!"
At Chen Qingwan's command, the guards beside her immediately drew their swords to meet the enemy.
Amidst the flashing blades and flying blood, a fierce battle erupted in an instant.
Chen Qingwan's swordsmanship was fierce, and every move was deadly.
Like a butterfly in flight, yet carrying a deadly sting.
She moved nimbly through the enemy ranks, each swing of her sword taking a life.
Swords flashed, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and screams filled the air.
The guards, outnumbered, fought valiantly, using their own flesh and blood to carve a bloody path for Chen Qingwan.
One, two, three... the guards fell one by one.
Blood stained the ground and also stained Chen Qingwan's eyes.
She knew that these people were all loyal and devoted warriors.
He would not hesitate to give his life to protect her.
"Kill! Fight your way out!"
Chen Qingwan roared and brandished her sword like a madwoman.
She was blinded by rage, her eyes fixed on endless carnage.
Finally, after paying a heavy price.
Chen Qingwan and Qiao'er fought their way out and rushed out of the west gate.
Behind them were corpses strewn everywhere and flames soaring into the sky.
All the guards were killed in battle; none survived.
Chen Qingwan rode her horse at full gallop.
Qiao'er clung tightly to her waist, afraid of being thrown off.
They didn't know where they were going, or what the future held.
But they knew they had to survive.
For revenge, and for the future of the Datong Dynasty.
As she fled, Chen Qingwan saw Lu Yan's mocking face in her mind, and felt a sharp pain in her heart.
She didn't know how Lu Yan was doing now, or whether she would ever see him again.
“Lu Yan…”
Chen Qingwan murmured softly, her voice tinged with a sob.
...
As midnight approached, Liu An's residence was brightly lit.
He stood in the courtyard, clad in armor and holding a sword, his gaze fixed coldly ahead.
Behind him stood hundreds of fully armed soldiers, each with a solemn expression and a murderous aura.
In the courtyard, torches crackled and popped as they burned.
The cold armor of the soldiers only accentuated their grim and menacing aura.
A night breeze blew by, rustling the leaves like ghostly whispers.
"Let's go!" Liu An gave the order and took the lead out of the mansion.
The soldiers followed closely behind, like a giant black python, winding its way forward in the night.
At the same time, Yang Wei wanted to draw away troops so that Chen Qingwan could escape.
He has already led the Imperial Guards to the outside of the palace.
The purpose was to create a false impression for Liu An, making him believe that the Empress was still in the palace.
He knew that as long as Liu An believed the Empress was still in the palace, he would succeed.
They would definitely concentrate their forces to attack the palace.
And this is exactly the result they wanted.
Yang Wei knew that his chances of survival were slim this time.
But he must stay here and buy more time for the Empress.
"Brothers, for the Great Tong Dynasty, for the Empress, let us fight to the death!"
Yang Wei raised his long sword high and roared.
"Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"
The Imperial Guards shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens and the earth.
They knew this was a battle they were destined to die in.
But they showed no fear, for they were protecting their homeland.
Fighting to protect one's beliefs.
Yang Wei placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, his eyes sharp and alert as he vigilantly observed everything around him.
The soldiers, spears in hand and shields pressed close together, stood ready for battle.
A tense atmosphere permeated the area outside the palace, like a taut string.
The glazed tiles of the palace reflected a cold, eerie light under the moonlight.
Like a lurking beast, it quietly awaits the arrival of its prey.
In the distance, the sound of orderly footsteps grew louder and louder.
Yang Wei knew that Liu An had arrived.
He took a deep breath, raised his longsword high, and shouted:
"Prepare to meet the enemy!"
The Imperial Guard soldiers shouted in unison, their morale soaring.
Liu An led the rebel army to the palace and saw the Imperial Guards standing ready for battle.
A cold smile appeared on his lips. He raised his longsword, pointed it at Yang Wei, and shouted:
"Yang Wei, why don't you surrender! Do you want to be my enemy?"
His voice echoed in the night sky, carrying an undeniable air of authority.
Yang Wei snorted coldly, meeting Liu An's gaze without fear:
"Liu An, you have committed treason and rebellion; your crimes are unforgivable!"
"As the deputy general of the Imperial Guard, how could I, Yang Wei, possibly collude with a traitor like you!"
He drew his longsword, pointed it at Liu An, and spoke in a firm and powerful voice:
"Today, I will definitely capture you to protect the Great Tong Empire!"
The sword reflected a cold light in the firelight, just like Yang Wei's unwavering determination at that moment.
"court death!"
Liu An roared angrily, brandished his long sword, and charged towards Yang Wei first.
The rebels behind him swarmed forward, and a fierce battle ensued.
With a loud clang, sparks exploded everywhere.
The screams were like pigs being slaughtered; the scene was horrific!
The red walls of the palace appeared even more solemn and majestic under the firelight.
Like a silent giant, witnessing the cruelty of this power struggle.
Liu An leaped onto his horse and forced Yang Wei back with a single sword strike.
"Surrender, Yang Wei!"
Yang Wei parried with his sword, his eyes wide with anger:
"dream!"
Liu An sneered, his long sword flashing like a venomous snake, each move ruthless and aimed directly at Yang Wei's vitals.
Although Yang Wei was skilled in martial arts, he was outnumbered and gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.
While fending off Liu An's attacks, he also had to guard against sneak attacks from the surrounding rebel forces.
Sweat soaked through his clothes, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, showing no fear of the scene before him.
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