Gu Sijin, whose home was ransacked and who was then thrown into a brothel!
how so?
The old emperor's heart skipped a beat, as if someone had grabbed his throat, making it extremely difficult to breathe.
In his mind, Gu Sijin was a desperate eunuch, at most a slightly higher-ranking henchman in the martial arts alliance, weak and useless, and could only be manipulated by him.
Why would it be... the renowned young leader of the alliance?
Seeing the other party's terrified expression, Si Jin felt as if some kind of perverse pleasure had been satisfied, and lowered her head to approach the old emperor.
They spoke in hushed tones amidst the rising dust and smoke.
"Your Majesty, my sword is poisoned; it can render you mute."
"I also cut off your hand, since we'll be seeing each other for a long time to come, and I don't want my identity to be exposed because of you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his long sword and cleanly and swiftly severed both of the old emperor's hands. His smile was warm, and his voice was so gentle that it seemed to melt water.
"Your Majesty," he announced contemptuously and arrogantly, "the confiscation plan is over."
After saying this, he leaped onto the roof beam and led everyone away into the distance.
The Imperial Guards suffered heavy casualties, and the old emperor, unable to speak of his pain, could only lie dying in a pool of blood, his eyes filled with hatred.
This wasn't him ransacking Gu Sijin's house; it was clearly Gu Sijin who orchestrated it, leaving nothing behind!
When the dust finally settled, Yuwen Linyuan arrived with reinforcements from the outskirts of the capital, only to find the national treasury empty.
The old emperor was helped up, and looking at the national treasury that had been bombed and destroyed, his heart ached as if it were being torn apart.
He had saved this money for over thirty years! And now, not a single penny could be seen.
It's all Gu Sijin's fault!
He should have killed that beast long ago! He should have killed him long ago!
With tears in his eyes, the old emperor raised his bloodied arm, pointed to the rooftop where Si Jin had escaped, and tried to say "chase," but his throat was too sore to utter a single word.
Tears of helplessness fell drop by drop.
A member of the Imperial Guard, weeping, reported: "Your Highness, the Martial Alliance has robbed the national treasury and fled in that direction."
Yuwen Linyuan had no choice but to lead his troops to continue the pursuit.
He still needs to use the money in the national treasury; he needs to use it to buy concubines, to raise troops and to secure his position. He absolutely cannot let someone else get there first!
The young prince led his army westward and soon arrived at a dense forest full of withered leaves.
The dense forest was full of traps and mechanisms, clearly indicating that an ambush had been set up long ago.
The people in the camp on the outskirts of Beijing were forced to disperse by the authorities and could not be regrouped.
But then, amidst a patch of withered yellow leaves, Yuwen Linyuan spotted a crimson figure. Upon closer inspection, he could even see the reflection of a golden fox mask.
Young Alliance Leader?
Yuwen Linyuan quickly chased after him, and after being led around by Si Jin for a quarter of an hour, they were completely separated from the camp in the outskirts of the capital.
He was all alone, and the only sound was the wind.
Suddenly, a long sword came flying through the air, pointing straight at his neck.
Yuwen Linyuan's eyes sharpened, and he immediately stepped back to the side, leaning against a tree to dodge the fatal blow.
Unexpectedly, just as he was about to swing his sword to retaliate, the young leader of the alliance, wearing a golden fox mask, leaned over and pressed him against a tree.
"Young prince, you're quite skilled."
The man's voice was husky and full of flirtatious undertones, and he carried a faint scent of plum blossoms.
This scent...it's strangely similar to the lavender scent that Jinjin uses.
Yuwen Linyuan was momentarily dazed.
However, he quickly came to his senses—Jinjin was still sleeping in Qunfang Courtyard, how could she have come here?
He immediately turned his head away, slapped Si Jin's hand away, and warned in a cold voice: "Young Alliance Leader looks quite old, please have some self-respect."
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