Cangyue Tower was originally a separate courtyard, located at the highest point of the island. The terrain here was rugged, and a small stone path carved out along the mountain road connected the other side rooms around Cangyue Tower.
Zhu Wanqing was pregnant and found it difficult to walk, and now, being at night and unable to see the path ahead, she walked even more slowly and with great difficulty. When Zhu Wanqing had built this small island, she had specifically arranged for maids to live around Cangyue Tower to be responsible for cleaning the flowers and trees and taking care of their needs.
Holding a candlestick in one hand and clutching her aching stomach with the other, Zhu Wanqing called out, "Is anyone there? If anyone is, please answer..." The surroundings were quiet, with only the sound of leaves rustling in the wind and grass rustling.
how so?
Zhu Wanqing looked around; it was pitch black.
The entire atom seemed to fall asleep. Zhu Wanqing's chest felt as if something was filling, pressing, and constricting it, so tight that she couldn't even breathe. Terrified, she involuntarily clenched her teeth. The baby in her womb seemed to sense the fear emanating from its mother, constantly rolling and kicking.
Zhu Wanqing's legs went weak, and she was in so much pain that she couldn't even stand up.
"Help! Someone, please help!" Zhu Wanqing cried out, "Someone, please help! Where have all those wretched maids gone?"
The tension and fear still gripped Zhu Wanqing's mind, leaving it blank. Her legs were slightly bent from the pain, afraid to straighten them; any attempt to straighten them would cause her to tremble uncontrollably. Her whole body felt like a deflated balloon, utterly powerless. Zhu Wanqing gritted her teeth, stroking her stomach, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, baby, Mother won't let anything happen to you, don't be afraid..."
After her stomachache subsided, Zhu Wanqing quickly regained her senses, stood up again, and slowly began to walk down the mountain. She walked for an unknown amount of time, but every house was pitch black, and no matter how much she knocked on the doors, there was no response.
Zhu Wanqing was forced to confront a question she had long suspected: Could it be? Had they all been drugged? Zhu Wanqing felt a chill run down her spine; she had a sense of impending doom…
Zhu Wanqing longed for someone to appear and lend her a hand. Suddenly, a person flashed through her mind.
Fourteenth Prince!
Zhu Wanqing vaguely remembered that every night, the Fourteenth Prince would go to an open space near the Hidden Moon Pavilion to practice his swordsmanship. Yes! Go find the Fourteenth Prince; perhaps he's still there!
Zhu Wanqing composed herself, changed her route, and anxiously and recklessly headed in the direction she remembered. The withered branches by the roadside swept across Zhu Wanqing's arms and legs, leaving marks, but Zhu Wanqing didn't care at all, only wanting to find the Fourteenth Prince as soon as possible.
"Ouch..." A sharp pain shot through Zhu Wanqing's foot. She winced and gasped, the candlestick falling from her hand and going out. Only then did she realize she had rushed out without shoes, and had stepped barefoot on a sharp pebble, her foot bleeding profusely...
Zhu Wanqing burst into tears, feeling wronged. Without the light of a candlestick, the road ahead seemed like an endless abyss. Zhu Wanqing's heart raced, she was at a loss, and her mind was a complete blank.
Just then, a figure in white slowly descended from the rooftop, and Zhu Wanqing's heart leaped into her throat. As the figure landed and came to a stop, slowly approaching, Zhu Wanqing finally saw who it was—it was none other than the Fourteenth Prince, dressed entirely in white…
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