Song Tangxue gave him a medicine bottle containing a panacea. The man seemed very interested in the pill, but Zhan Ming quickly put it in his mouth before giving him a chance to look at it.
"Alright, let's begin." Zhan Ming had taken off all his clothes and felt much lighter, even his strength had increased.
The two sides stood on opposite sides. There were more people here to watch the competition than ever before. Meanwhile, Meng Youyu was anxiously looking for Song Tangxue.
"Song Tangxue, Your Highness the Crown Princess!"
Where are you?!
They had been searching for almost a whole day, but still hadn't found her. It was already completely dark. She hadn't appeared since she met Song Tangxue during the day. Could she still be in the palace?
Wen Yinzheng searched the entire capital, but still found nothing. The members of the delegation gathered in the streets, their faces reflecting their fruitless search.
"If all else fails, let's go straight to the palace. The Crown Princess is staying there." The head of the delegation thought the Emperor had left Song Tangxue there. What a despicable act! They had promised to help them leave, and now they were doing something so vile!
"No, I'm speaking for the Emperor. He certainly didn't do it. I heard from the palace servants that they saw her come out around 3 PM."
But they had searched every corner of the area. Surely Song Tangxue couldn't be dead already; even if she was, they wanted to see her body intact.
Wen Yinzheng suddenly thought of a place, but then swallowed the name. Song Tangxue probably wouldn't be there, since only poisoned people could go in.
The feeling in my heart grew stronger and stronger. I had a feeling that Song Tangxue was indeed in that place. If so many people went, it would be too conspicuous. Only one or two people could go.
"Come here for me."
Before the head of the delegation could react, Wen Yinzheng grabbed Meng Youyu's hand and ran away.
"Where are you taking me? I haven't found Song Tangxue yet!"
"I'm taking you to see her."
...
The arena.
This is the first time in recent years that so many ordinary people have appeared in the venue, all calling out the man's name, something like Luo Sheng.
Just as everyone was looking forward to it, the competition began. Luo Sheng was very fast. He circled around to Zhan Ming and his first move was aimed straight at his vitals. The latter dodged it neatly without taking out his weapon.
"Why aren't you using weapons? Are you looking down on me?"
This is why Zhan Ming was wronged. He had never used these weapons. As a member of the Dark Gate, he was used to fighting with his bare hands, and carrying weapons would be too conspicuous.
"Winning is all that matters!"
Zhan Ming's attacks were deadly, and Luo Sheng quickly became unable to defend himself and fell into a disadvantageous position. The man wanted to see his true strength and was still struggling to hold on. Zhan Ming did not want to waste any more time with him and knocked him back with a punch.
"Can we go now?"
Luo Sheng gestured for him to proceed.
After leading them away, Luo Sheng revealed a strange laugh: "Gentlemen, you've seen enough of this show today, so please go back now."
...
Song Tangxue and the boy looked at each other, and suddenly felt a headache coming on. In a fit of anger, she had brought him out without thinking about where to settle him.
What's your name?
"Black." He was quite cold-blooded, showing no trace of his earlier panic.
Song Tangxue felt that the boy looked familiar, as if she had seen him in her past life, but that shouldn't be the case. If she hadn't saved him today, she would definitely have died here.
"Do you remember where you live? Let us take you back."
The boy grabbed her sleeve: "I don't want to go back. My parents sent me here and have already taken a large sum of money. Even if I go back, I'll just be sent back again."
The boy's pitiful words stirred a pang of sympathy in Song Tangxue.
"How about this, I'll take you back first, maybe someone will be willing to take you in."
And so, Song Tangxue brought a boy home, which startled Meng Youyu. She stared wide-eyed and circled around the boy.
"No way, you went out for a while and you even had a baby?"
Meng Youyu thought she was still half asleep and even rubbed her eyes. The child in front of her had a refined and elegant air about him, and his appearance was different from Song Tangxue's.
"What are you thinking? I found him. He was abandoned by his parents and had nowhere else to go, so I brought him back temporarily."
Meng Youyu breathed a sigh of relief: "You scared me to death. I was thinking that he must be a child by now, so it's impossible that you secretly gave birth to him."
Fortunately, there was a spare room in the inn, so Song Tangxue temporarily settled him there, still undecided about whether to take him back to Yongfeng Kingdom.
Zhan Ming was wide awake, leaning against the windowsill drinking alone, his thoughts drifting to the past.
A few years ago, after being taken out of that dark room by the boss, he practiced diligently every day. In order to ensure that no one would dare to look down on him again, he became the Right Protector by virtue of his own abilities. On his first day, he killed all the guards who had humiliated him in the past.
He was no saint; what sustained him was nothing more than the hatred in his heart. After killing his enemy, he was at a loss for what to do. His days in the Dark Gate were rather boring; he did nothing but take on missions and daydream. So he took to drinking.
He would go to the market to buy some wine to drink on weekdays, but his face was too conspicuous. Every time he went out to buy wine, he would attract the hearts of some women. Unable to bear it any longer, he bought a mask and wore it all day long. Over time, it became a habit, and he would even wear it when completing missions.
In particular, the eldest brother found him and gave him a token.
It is a ring-shaped jade pendant with a lifelike phoenix carved on it; this is something only the Empress possesses.
"Your next task is to deal with the Empress and leave the jade pendant in her palace."
Zhan Ming didn't ask why. After all, their rule was to only accept missions and never pursue the matter to the end. He would receive a corresponding amount of silver after killing someone, and he saved all of this silver to help refugees.
Strangely enough, Zhan Ming, who had taken many lives, used the money he earned from killing to treat ordinary people.
Zhan Ming arrived at the palace that very night after receiving the mission. The palace was heavily guarded, but those blockheaded guards were nothing to him. He appeared above the Empress's bedroom like a ghost and could vaguely hear voices coming from inside.
"Is this really a good idea? What if the Emperor finds out...?"
"Your Majesty, please rest assured. His Majesty is too busy with state affairs to notice anything. As long as you give birth to a prince, he will definitely become the Crown Prince in the future!"
The man's voice sounded familiar; he was a court official.
At that time, the current emperor had not yet ascended the throne.
The late emperor spent all his time governing the country and rarely visited the harem. He usually spent his time in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. The concubines felt miserable and tried every means to gain the emperor's favor, but the emperor was focused on governing the country and completely ignored the three thousand beauties in the harem.
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