Chapter 109: Stop If you want her to live, stop now.
Wei Zilin paused, groaned in pain, slowly lowered his head, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his throat, flowing out from the corner of his lips.
Shen Xingwan pursed her lips, murderous intent flashed in her eyes, and she twisted the golden hairpin fiercely, stabbing it deeper.
Wei Zilin suddenly felt pain, staggered forward, and lost strength in his hands. Shen Xingwan's body tilted and slipped off his shoulders.
“Your Highness!!”
The attendant guarding the palace gate shouted loudly and ran in panic towards Wei Zilin.
Wei Zilin suddenly raised his hand to stop them.
He lost blood quickly, and the bright red blood gushed out and stained his bright yellow python robe. He slowly raised his eyes, his face was as pale as gold paper, and only his pair of dark eyes looked at Shen Xingwan, who was sitting on the ground, in confusion.
His eyes were filled with pain and confusion, and he slowly said, "You, want to kill me?"
Shen Xingwan lowered his eyes and said nothing.
"Look at me!" he roared, and in a rage he grabbed her slender neck and pulled her towards him, forcing her to look up at him. "You want to kill me too? Speak!"
Shen Xingwan glanced at him indifferently, without any fear in his eyes, as if he had already become indifferent to life and death.
She curled her lips slightly, smiled contemptuously, and said coldly: "Where do you get the confidence to think...I won't kill you?"
Wei Zilin's eyes turned red, and the knuckles that were holding her neck trembled slightly. He stared into her eyes without blinking, "Didn't we agree to start over?"
"Wanwan..." He called her softly, whispering, tears welling up in his eyes, "I am willing to give you the position of queen, and even allow you to keep this bastard. I treat you...isn't it good enough?"
"I wish I could open my heart to you." His knuckles tightened, and his eyes darkened. "Why... do you still treat me like this?"
His vision gradually became blurred, and he didn't know whether it was due to excessive blood loss or if he had gone crazy again.
He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly grabbed Shen Xingwan's neck fiercely and asked in a low roar: "Tell me! Why! Why did you do that?!"
As if he had gone mad, Wei Zilin suddenly pressed her down hard and strangled her neck in rage.
"Bitch! Do you think that if you kill me, you can live with your adulterer forever? You're dreaming!"
Wei Zilin's eyes were red as he stared at Shen Xingwan's face as she coughed in pain. He actually laughed and leaned over to kiss her flushed cheek. Shen Xingwan was so frightened that tears immediately flowed down her cheeks and she turned her face away.
Her evasive action completely angered Wei Zilin. He raised his hand and grabbed her neck fiercely, pulling her head towards him. "Are you hiding from me?"
He sneered, his face twisted and crazy, "Can you hide?"
He moved closer to her, pressing his slightly haggard face against hers, and the rough green beard that had grown at night rubbed against her tender face, scratching her fair skin and making it turn red immediately.
"Be good..." He whispered in a low voice, like the whisper of a devil, "If I, Wei Zilin, can't get something, I would rather destroy it than let others get it."
After saying that, he released her neck that was about to die. Shen Xingwan suddenly got some air and started coughing madly, almost fainting.
Wei Zilin just stared at her coldly, and when she calmed down a little, he put one arm around her shoulders and the other around her knees, and suddenly lifted her up horizontally with force.
Wei Zilin held her in his arms, turned around and strode out. He walked very quickly, but was obviously in pain, and his steps were a little unsteady.
"Your Highness, you..."
The attendants were scratching their heads in worry, wishing they could reach out to grab Shen Xingwan, but Wei Zilin glared at them, and the frightened attendants lowered their heads, not daring to say anything. They could only lower their heads and guard him as he evacuated.
Wei Zilin finally injured his heart meridian. After walking for a while, he was already exhausted and cold sweat was oozing from his forehead.
"Wei Zilin." Shen Xingwan called him.
"Put me down!"
"Don't even think about it!"
Shen Xingwan struggled, "You are bleeding."
Wei Zilin gritted his teeth and gave her a cold look, "Don't worry, this is just a minor injury, you won't die."
As if to prove something, he tightened his arms around her and said in a cold voice, "As long as I am alive, you will never leave my side."
He looked at her in his arms, "Even if I have to die, I want you to be buried with me first."
"You! Madman!!"
Wei Zilin sneered, his face pale, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and hit Shen Xingwan's cheek, making it feel warm and cool.
He was obviously having a hard time too.
Outside the palace, the night wind was biting, flames were surging, and soldiers were lined up.
As soon as he walked out of the dark and quiet palace, a large group of imperial guards and Zhang's private soldiers instantly came to protect him.
Wei Zilin stepped out of the palace door, his feet shook and he stumbled.
He clenched his back teeth tightly and managed to steady his body. Shen Xingwan was still struggling slightly in his arms. He tightened his arms and held her tighter, as if he was afraid that she would run away.
Blood had soaked through the robe on his back and gushed out from the place where the golden hairpin had pierced his body. It flowed down his spine and dripped onto the brick floor, leaving a bright red bloodstain on the ground.
The imperial guards and Zhang's private soldiers were all shocked when they saw this.
"Your Highness!"
Several deputy commanders stepped out in horror, their faces changed drastically, and they rushed forward and knelt down at his feet.
"Your Highness, how did you get hurt so badly? Call the imperial physician to treat you!"
"Your Highness, you must not delay the treatment of this injury! If you delay any longer, I'm afraid it will hurt your heart!"
Wei Zilin did not respond.
He lowered his head to glance at the pale-faced Shen Xingwan in his arms. His eyes relaxed for a moment, but she refused to even look at him, so his eyes dimmed again.
"shut up."
He coldly interrupted everyone's advice, his voice was low and hoarse, revealing a ruthless intention of gritting his teeth, "I will send her to the secret passage first."
"But Your Highness..."
“Shut up!” Wei Zilin suddenly shouted angrily. His body swayed violently and he almost fell forward, but he still held on.
A deputy general screamed and wanted to rush forward to help, but was shocked back by Wei Zilin's raised eyes.
“Back off!”
Everyone was silent, and in the end no one dared to disobey.
Wei Zilin walked forward slowly, his desolate figure like a lonely ghost.
The sounds of shouting and fighting in the distance were getting closer. Wei Zilin turned around and said, "Add another team to pick up the Queen Mother and my mother immediately."
The deputy commander bowed and listened: "Yes."
Wei Zilin's eyes were cold, and he ordered grimly: "Heavy troops guard the secret passage, and the rest of you, proceed as planned."
"There are traitors among the Black Armor Army, and they are no longer useful. Their main force is still in the suburbs of Beijing and has not yet entered the capital. Send a small number of imperial guards to lead the invading rebels to the well-defended West Six Palaces, and dispatch the troops lurking there to strangle them all."
"Yes!" Several deputy generals responded.
One of the deputy generals was a little doubtful and asked, "The Regent King Yan Jinghuan is very cunning. What should we do if he doesn't fall into the trap and refuses to go to the West Six Palaces?"
Wei Zilin lowered his eyes, suddenly sneered, and reached out to pull out the silk handkerchief from Shen Xingwan's collar.
He twisted the handkerchief, put it to his nose and took a deep sniff. The sweet smell immediately filled his nostrils, making him smile even more.
"Give him this."
Wei Zilin smiled coldly, and held out his handkerchief to the deputy general, but his eyes were fixed on the horrified Shen Xingwan, as if he was deliberately telling her, "I want to see if he goes or not."
The deputy general immediately put away the handkerchief, took the order and turned away.
Shen Xingwan pursed her lips tightly, clenched her fists tightly, and stared at the deputy general's back as he disappeared into the night.
Wei Zilin groaned softly, as if he was exhausted, and rested his chin on the top of her head, "Why, are you worried about him?"
"..." Shen Xingwan clenched his fists even tighter, and his knuckles turned white.
Wei Zilin sighed faintly, "Can't you just worry about me?"
He turned her face and forced her to look at him, and raised the corners of his lips, "You tortured me, your husband, to death by bleeding."
He leaned over and kissed her cheek, whispering, "Have you calmed down?"
Shen Xingwan clenched his teeth and said nothing.
Wei Zilin sighed, looking a little helpless, and flicked her forehead, half-seriously and half-fakely scolding her, "You have such a cruel heart."
Seeing the faint glow of fire in the distance, Wei Zilin put away his joking expression, his eyes turned cold, and he immediately retreated quickly under the protection of everyone.
In the distance, blood was surging and the sound of killing was deafening.
Under the ruined palace wall, Yan Jinghuan was dressed in black, his sword dripping with blood, his eyes were bloodshot, like a Shura who had fallen into purgatory.
His dragon robe had long been soaked with blood, and corpses were scattered all over the ground under his sword. All around him were black-armored soldiers lying on the ground groaning. The air was filled with a bloody smell that was almost suffocating.
Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps came from the palace road in the distance, and a group of people with swords in hand broke into the formation through the thick smoke and flames.
The leader was wearing a deputy general's armor and had a solemn expression. He stopped a few steps away, with a hint of barely perceptible contempt in his eyes. He raised his hand and threw out a snow-white silk handkerchief, and shouted in a deep voice:
"Regent, the palace has been decided and the prince will soon ascend the throne. You have no way out."
The silk handkerchief slowly fell from mid-air, stained with blood and mud, and landed quietly at Yan Jinghuan's feet.
"If you want her to live, stop now."
Yan Jinghuan did not move. He lowered his eyes to look at the handkerchief and slowly raised it with the sword in his hand.
The night wind whistled, bringing the faint sweet fragrance from the silk handkerchief to his nose, and he suddenly recognized what that smell was.
"You guys," he whispered, his voice hoarse, his cold anger surging, "Who gave you the courage to touch her?!"
After he finished speaking, he suddenly drew his sword, a silver light flashed, and he chopped down with one move, blood splattering.
Before the deputy general could react, the two soldiers beside him had their necks cut and fell to the ground.
The team was instantly thrown into disarray. Some wanted to retreat, while others drew their swords to fight, but they were all forced to retreat step by step by Yan Jinghuan's sword after sword.
He was blood-thirsty and moved as swiftly as the wind, causing the entire team to fall apart in an instant.
Amidst the bloody battle, he grabbed the deputy general by the neck and pushed him against the rubble, his eyes bloodshot and filled with murderous intent.
"Tell me! Where is she?!"
The deputy general was out of breath and his face flushed. "She...she's still alive."
Yan Jinghuan suddenly tightened his grip and gritted his teeth, "If you say another word of nonsense, I will tear you into pieces."
The deputy general's face turned from red to purple, and he was obviously being strangled to death. He quickly whispered, "West Six Palaces... She is in a bedroom in West Six Palaces. It was the order of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince himself that she was placed under house arrest there."
Before he finished speaking, Yan Jinghuan loosened his grip, and the deputy general fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, gasping for breath and almost vomiting blood.
Yan Jinghuan turned around abruptly, flicked his sleeves, and stared at the direction of the West Six Palaces in the dark night, a fishy and sweet taste surging in his throat.
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