Lian Yao and Ye Chen sat side by side on the tree. Ye Chen asked, "Lian Yao, what is that black aura on those people?"
"That's death energy. The presence of death energy means they don't have long to live."
Aren't you going to help them?
Lian Yao shook his head. "From now on, neither of us can use magic anymore. We have to act like mortals. If we interfere randomly, it will disrupt the calculations of d031."
"oh."
Ye Chen nodded, then remembered the scene he had seen in the sorghum field. Suddenly, he hugged Lian Yao and began to pull at his clothes.
"What are you doing?" Lian Yao asked, her eyes wide.
"Didn't you say you wanted to be like ordinary people?" Ye Chen licked his lips. "They (the couple) were ordinary people too."
Lian Yao's face flushed instantly, and she hurriedly stopped his hands from continuing to undress her. "That, that doesn't count! Besides, they can do that kind of thing because they are a man and a woman, how can we be the same?"
Just as Ye Chen was about to speak again, they heard a gong being struck. The two of them stopped what they were doing and looked into the distance.
A row of people in soldiers' uniforms walked over.
After these soldiers passed by, another group of soldiers arrived, their military bearing impeccable. No one could hear their voices, only the uniform sound of their horses' hooves.
Behind them was a magnificent honor guard, and behind the honor guard were two large and luxurious carriages, pulled slowly by six horses. Behind those two carriages was a long procession of carriages and palanquins.
Soldiers accompanied the procession on both sides and at the front and rear.
Lian Yao sensed the presence of d031 on a young general in white robes among the large group of people.
If I'm not mistaken, the group of masked men were targeting one of the people in this convoy.
The caravan continued on its way, and when an exceptionally ornate carriage passed by, the people lying in ambush in the bushes suddenly leaped out and launched an attack.
The group shouted in unison, "Kill! Kill the vixen! Eliminate this scourge from the people!"
They were incredibly brave and fearless, and their sudden attack tore a hole in the defensive line formed by the soldiers on one side of the carriage in an instant.
The leader was agile; he drew his knife and leaped onto the magnificent carriage, hacking at anyone in sight.
The palace maids and eunuchs around screamed and tumbled off the carriage to avoid him. They saw him draw his knife, split open the wooden door of the carriage, grab a richly dressed woman from inside, and was about to slash her down.
Suddenly, an arrow flew from afar and struck him squarely in the heart.
The man shuddered, and the knife he had raised lost its strength, instead striking the carriage shaft beside the woman.
The cloth he used to cover his face was stained with blood, and his body fell down, rolling off the carriage.
Seeing their leader killed, the others hurriedly retreated, leaving behind the bodies of more than a dozen of their companions, while the rest managed to escape.
The elegantly dressed woman was covered in cold sweat and swayed precariously. She glanced quickly into the carriage, then suddenly gritted her teeth and slammed her left shoulder hard against the blade of the long sword stuck beside her.
The woman screamed in agony as a deep wound was slashed from her left shoulder to her collarbone, from which blood gushed out.
Hearing her screams, a tall, beautiful woman stepped out of the carriage behind.
The beauty was stunning and captivating, yet she wore a simple, moon-white palace dress that clashed with her glamorous makeup, and the dress even looked a little small.
"Yan'er, Yan'er! How are you?"
The beautiful woman hurriedly helped up the elegantly dressed woman who had just been nearly killed by an assassin. Seeing that the wound on her left shoulder was bleeding profusely, she cried out, "Imperial Physician! Imperial Physician! Quickly summon the Imperial Physician! The Seventh Princess is injured!"
The woman in fine clothes, who had survived the initial near-death experience, then struck herself with a knife, bleeding profusely and already somewhat delirious, still managed to say, "Yan'er... is alright, as long as Your Majesty is alright..."
After saying that, she could no longer hold on and fainted.
"Yan'er!" the beauty exclaimed.
Before long, the imperial physician rushed over. "Your Highness, please put the Seventh Princess down. We need to stop the bleeding and bandage her wounds as soon as possible."
Upon hearing the imperial physician's voice, the beautiful woman stopped crying and, following his instructions, put the woman down.
The bodies of the assassins around them were quickly cleared away by the guards.
These people were all Deadpools, their mouths were filled with poison, and none of them survived.
A middle-aged man dressed in black robes and wearing a crown stepped down from the first of the six carriages. He looked imposing and extraordinary.
"My beloved concubine! My beloved concubine!" the man called out anxiously as he hurried over.
The beautiful woman, upon seeing him, immediately threw herself into his arms, weeping bitterly.
But then she said, "Your Majesty, if Yan'er hadn't asked me to switch clothes with her, I would be the one seriously injured and unconscious right now! Yan'er took the injuries in my place!"
"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! I'm here!" The man looked around. "Summon more imperial physicians and use the best medicine! You must cure my Seventh Princess!"
"Yes, sir!" Everyone immediately knelt down.
...
Up in the tree, Lian Yao was explaining something to Ye Chen.
"...Look at the purple aura above his head, it means he is the Purple Star of this world."
Ye Chen asked, "What does that wisp of black energy mixed in with the purple aura represent? Is he also surrounded by death energy and about to die?"
Lian Yao shook his head, "The Ziwei Star is protected by fortune, so it won't die so easily. That black energy is resentment. It's wrapped around the Ziwei Star, eroding its fortune and thus affecting its luck."
"He will die once the purple aura is completely dissipated."
Ye Chen nodded and then asked, "Lian Yao, the Seventh Princess wasn't injured, so why did she deliberately run into her knife wound and hurt herself?"
Lian Yao shook his head. "I'd like to know that too."
"Master, I understand."
Lian Yao's Thousand Machine Sword suddenly appeared, and d001's voice came out: "This Seventh Princess, her birth mother made a mistake and was banished to the Cold Palace when she was pregnant with her. She grew up in the Cold Palace and was not favored by the emperor. She suffered all kinds of humiliation until she ingratiated herself with the emperor's most favored concubine, Consort Qi, and her life became a little better."
"But ordinary flattery only makes the Consort like her a little more, but it doesn't really make her consider her one of her own. So, she came up with this plan. When others were trying to assassinate the Consort, she offered to switch clothes with the Consort. But the assassin was killed and she was not injured. How could she show that she had sacrificed a lot for the Consort? So she could only make herself injured."
"In the human world, this is called a self-inflicted injury strategy!"
"Of course, what she did was very dangerous. She could have been killed by an assassin if she wasn't careful. But the greater the reward, the greater the risk."
Lian Yao and Ye Chen both looked at the Thousand Machine Sword with some surprise.
"How do you know the thoughts of mortals so well?" Lian Yao asked.
d001 said, "Uh... actually, this is the analysis that d031 just fed back to me, the analysis of its host Zhang Tian."
"Zhang Tian? He also saw the Seventh Princess deliberately run into the knife?"
d001: "Not only that, he shot that arrow. Now, he must have left a deep impression on the Seventh Princess. The first small goal of the 'simp' mission has been achieved. D031, that kid is pretty good! No wonder he's my extension!"
Lotus, Night: "..."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com