Chapter 110 Regret You Will Regret...
The night was dark, the mist hung low, and a blood-red waning moon hung obliquely in the sky, illuminating the West Six Palaces with a gloomy and dead silence.
Yan Jinghuan was dressed in a black python robe and holding a long sword. Behind him followed dozens of black-armored soldiers, all of whom had fought with him in the palace.
His eyes were bloodshot and filled with murderous intent. In his hand, he held a plain white silk handkerchief embroidered with orchids. The corners of the handkerchief were stained with scarlet blood, but there was still a hint of sweet fragrance, light and lingering, which was the unique scent of Shen Xingwan.
His chest heaved violently and cold sweat rolled down his forehead. They fought their way into the West Six Palaces, but did not see any trace of Shen Xingwan.
The group searched the palace room by room, and every time they opened a door, his heart sank a little.
"Your Majesty, there is none here."
“Neither here.”
"Quick, go over there and take a look!"
His subordinates sent anxious reports one after another, but all of them found nothing. Yan Jinghuan frowned, his blood boiling, and he almost had a fit.
"Keep looking!"
He roared loudly, and swung the sword in his hand fiercely. The vermilion palace door in front of him shattered with a loud bang, and wood chips flew like rain.
Suddenly, a very faint whimper came from a side hall in front, like a woman's suppressed cry, which was particularly harsh in the dead silence of the night.
Yan Jinghuan suddenly stopped in his tracks, and clenched the handkerchief tightly in his hand until his knuckles turned white.
"Xingwan..." His heart was pounding and he suddenly drew his sword and rushed forward.
"Your Highness, be careful!" the guard exclaimed, but his agile figure was as fast as the wind, and he had rushed into the side hall in a few jumps.
The hall was dim, but the incense burner was burning with a strong scent of incense, and the smoke was round and captivating.
"Xingwan!" he called out sharply, unable to hide his anxiety, "Where are you?!"
No one responded.
The crying sound seemed real and illusory, and became more and more vague, as if it came from the depths of the temple.
Yan Jinghuan walked with sword in hand, following the sound.
The next moment, there was a loud "bang!"
The palace door suddenly closed and was locked tightly. The iron chain made a "clattering" sound, startling the birds on the roof and making them flap their wings and fly away.
The subordinates who followed closely were blocked outside the door. They pulled the chain and knocked on the door in fear: "Prince! Prince!"
Yan Jinghuan turned around, rushed over and slapped the door of the palace, but the door did not move at all, obviously someone had tampered with it.
Almost at the same time, flames suddenly rose from the four corners of the hall, a strong smell of kerosene wafted into the nose, the flames rose up with a "boom", and the flames instantly surrounded the entire side hall!
The raging fire jumped up the beams and pillars, engulfing the curtains. The wind blew the flames, and the hall was suddenly like a hell of fire. The red light was blinding, and the smoke was billowing. He choked and coughed so hard that he could hardly open his eyes.
"Xing Wan!!" Yan Jinghuan shouted, frowned, turned around and ran towards the inner hall, but after searching the entire inner hall, he did not find even a piece of the woman's clothes.
His eyes were bloodshot, he gritted his teeth, turned around and rushed to another inner room.
The fire grew more intense, the wooden beams began to creak and seemed about to collapse.
He was forced to retreat step by step by the heat wave, fireworks billowed, and thick smoke immediately swallowed him up and penetrated into his neck. He suddenly felt suffocated, his center of gravity shook, and he almost fell to the ground.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of breaking wind.
"Bang!!"
The palace door suddenly exploded, and a black shadow broke in with the sound of wind. The long wind wrapped around the flames. The man was wearing armor, and his red cloak fluttered like blood. A long spear with a cold and sharp light swept out and chopped the obstacle in front of him!
"Shen Yunchao!" Yan Jinghuan recognized him at the first sight.
Shen Yunchao was full of blood and his eyes flashed with coldness. "You really know how to cause trouble for others. Go away quickly. I don't want my sister to be a widow."
"No!" Yan Jinghuan said anxiously: "I haven't found Xingwan yet!"
"Not this." Shen Yunchao's eyes were cold, "Let's go, this is a dead end!"
"If you don't leave now, she will really be gone!" Seeing Yan Jinghuan hesitate, Shen Yunchao shouted, kicked over the wooden cabinet beside him to block the fire, and dragged him out, "She is not here! They deliberately deceived you and tricked you into coming here to die. If you really die here, wouldn't it be a bargain for Wei Zilin!"
Before he could finish his words, there was a loud "boom" above his head, and half of the beam collapsed!
Shen Yun suddenly pulled Yan Jinghuan over and they rolled over together to avoid the flames. The raging flames devoured the beams, burning people. The two were almost buried alive!
"Walk!!!"
Shen Yunchao roared, his eyes red, and suddenly stood up and swung his gun across, clearing a path for the collapsed wooden beams.
Yan Jinghuan forced himself to turn over, gritting his teeth to hold him, "I'll block the way, you go first!"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Shen Yunchao pushed him forward, and the two of them rushed out the door like crazy.
The fire waves roared like a dragon, flames were everywhere, thick smoke covered the sky and the sun, and the black-armored soldiers outside the palace frantically fetched water to put out the fire.
The two men broke through the siege in the flames. Shen Yunzhao shot in half the beam of the palace gate and pushed open the last door.
The air outside the door suddenly circulated, cool breeze blew in, and the flames flickered.
"Get out!" Shen Yunchao growled and pushed Yan Jinghuan out.
The next moment, tongues of flames jumped onto his back, and the hair on his forehead and the corners of his robe were instantly burned. Fortunately, the flames were completely extinguished with a bucket of water from the black-armored soldier who rushed over.
The two men rolled out of the fire and fell on the stone bricks of the palace road. Flames rose high behind them, lighting up half of the night sky blood red.
"Cough... cough cough..." Yan Jinghuan coughed violently, his face turned pale, and his chest heaved.
Shen Yun looked like a drowned chicken but didn't care. He wiped his dripping chin, leaned over to pull him up, and said coldly: "If you were a moment later, you would be burned to charcoal."
"Thank you." Yan Jinghuan's throat was hoarse and he clenched his handkerchief tightly. "But where is Xingwan..."
Shen Yunchao raised his eyes, his gaze was cold and sharp, "Wei Zilin has already hidden her, I have sent people to search for her."
Yan Jinghuan raised his head, murderous intent surging in his eyes.
"Where is the army? Contact reinforcements immediately. Even if we have to dig up the Wei Palace three feet deep, we must find her."
Shen Yun nodded coldly, "Don't worry, we'll be there soon."
The two men stood side by side, the night wind was howling, fire was like a prison behind them, and there were sounds of killing in front of them.
All of Wei Zilin's personal soldiers who were lying in ambush in the West Six Palaces appeared in an instant, drew their bows and pointed their arrows at them.
While flames were rising from the Six Western Palaces, in the secret passage deepest in the imperial city, there was a scene of deathly silence.
Shen Xingwan was pulled into a dark passage by Wei Zilin. The stone bricks under her feet were as cold as iron, the air was damp and the lights were dim, it was extremely scary.
She struggled, but he held her wrist tightly. Her fair skin was swollen and painful from being pinched by him. In her ears was his voice that was suppressed until it was hoarse:
"Be good, bear with it a little longer, we're almost there."
Shen Xingwan's eyes were filled with disgust. She shook her head fiercely, turned away to avoid his lips, and refused to look at him.
"Stay away from me," she whispered through gritted teeth.
Wei Zilin seemed not to hear and continued to hold her tightly and drag her forward.
His body was covered in blood, his clothes were soaked with blood, his eyes were full of madness and obsession, he pulled his arms together and held her close to him.
"Let me go!" Shen Xingwan suddenly kicked him in the calf, and while he was dodging, she struggled hard to break free, turned around and ran back!
She had a slender figure but ran very fast, her long black hair fluttering in the wind, and she was wearing a gold-embroidered palace skirt as she passed by in the dark corridor like a startled wild goose.
She couldn't pretend anymore. At this moment, she just wanted to escape, escape from this madman, escape from this ridiculous disaster.
The secret passage was narrow and deep. She almost bumped into the corner of the wall several times. Her ankle was scratched by gravel, but she didn't care about the pain and rushed out desperately.
But before she could get far, a shadow suddenly flashed behind her. Wei Zilin chased her like a ghost, hugged her from behind, and pulled her so hard that she staggered and fell heavily on the cold stone ground.
"Shen Xingwan!" He yelled, his voice trembling, and pressed her tightly against the cold gravel with both hands, "Do you have to force me to this point?!"
Shen Xingwan was panting and coughing, her hair was disheveled, and blood from her bruised forehead was slowly running down her cheek. She sneered, "You're crazy, Wei Zilin, you're crazy."
"Yes, I'm crazy." He growled in a low voice, "If you keep torturing me like this, I'm really going crazy!"
Shen Xingwan said nothing, just stared coldly at his bloodshot eyes, as if she wanted to see through him.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard at the end of the secret passage.
Wei Zilin turned his head suddenly, a look of vigilance flashing in his eyes.
Two figures in palace attire were outlined by the firelight. They were the Empress Dowager and Concubine Zhang, who he had ordered to be brought to the secret passage to hide.
The Queen Mother saw Shen Xingwan being pinned to the ground in a panic, and her eyes suddenly turned cold. "Why is this bitch here? Didn't you say someone would kill her?"
Zhang Concubine's eyes were also filled with viciousness, she sneered and said, "It was indeed she who caused the mutiny in the palace and the fall of the palace gate! Lin'er, what are you doing? Why don't you kill her now!"
Wei Zilin's eyes darkened, and he slowly pulled Shen Xingwan up and held her in his arms, "She can't die."
"You are confused!" The Queen Mother scolded sternly, "This secret passage is extremely confidential and no one knows about it. Even the guards can only guard the outside and don't know the key to enter the secret passage. If you let her live, won't it cause more trouble?"
Shen Xingwan sneered as he watched the three of them confront each other, his eyes full of sarcasm and a disdainful smile.
"Are you afraid?"
"Shut up!" Zhang Concubine took a step forward and raised her hand to slap her, "Bitch, you are not worthy of speaking..."
Before she raised her hand, Wei Zilin had already grabbed her wrist with such force that she opened her eyes wide in disbelief.
"I said, she can't die." Wei Zilin looked at Zhang Bin with a firm gaze, speaking every word.
"Wei Zilin!" Concubine Zhang shouted, "Do you still recognize me as your mother? You are actually going to disobey me for this bitch?"
Wei Zilin's eyes gradually turned cold, like a sleeping beast turning into a real madman. His voice was very light, but very cold: "From the moment you entered this secret passage, here, I have the final say."
"you!"
"She is my woman." He looked down at Shen Xingwan in his arms, "Even if she doesn't want to, I want her."
Zhang was so angry that she almost lost all her dignity and composure. She didn't look like a concubine in the palace at all. She immediately beat her chest and stamped her feet like a street shrew, pointing at his nose and cursing: "How could I give birth to such a useless thing like you!"
"You are the Son of Heaven, you can choose any woman in the world. You will never have to worry about not having a wife. I can easily pick out a bunch of noble ladies for you, whether plump or thin, for you to play with. Why are you so obsessed that you have to get under the skirt of this bitch! Are you born cheap? Why do you have to be so self-deprecating?! You..."
Wei Zilin suddenly raised his eyes, with murderous intent in his eyes, and gritted his teeth and said, "Mother, please be careful with your words."
Zhang was about to yell and curse, but the empress dowager immediately stepped forward, held her back, and shook her head at her.
Zhang Pin realized that she had lost her composure, and seeing that the secret passage was dark and she was isolated and helpless, she immediately lost her temper and could only wipe away her tears and cry.
"You will regret it, Lin'er... You will regret it..."
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