Chapter 20 The Southern Border Holy Son Obsessed with Gu Poison
Xie Rong was awakened by a system alarm.
[Warning! The main storyline has seriously deviated from its course! The host must take immediate remedial action!]
He struggled to open his eyes a crack and glimpsed Lu Yi sitting beside him, head down, writing something with a pen. Still half asleep, he asked, "System, what is he doing?"
The white slime, seeing that he had finally woken up, broke down in tears: [The protagonist is writing his resignation letter! Not only is he quitting his official post, but he's also kidnapped you on the way to the palace banquet to wander the world with you!]
[Host, he's gone mad!]
Xie Rong slowly sat up.
The slightest movement made the man turn around immediately. "Awake?"
Lu Yi's voice was hoarse, and he had a new wound on his shoulder. His dark eyes stared intently at him.
"You've already taken away a prisoner as guilty as me, so who are you pretending to write a resignation letter for?" Xie Rong yawned, a tear welling up in the corner of his eye. "You're so hypocritical."
“Hmm,” Lu Yi turned back to continue writing the letter, and said in a low voice, “The necessary procedures still need to be followed, so as not to give others cause for gossip.”
Xie Rong was amused by his verbal sparring and laughed until tears streamed down his face. But as he laughed, he remembered that Lu Yi hadn't actually been given the love potion, and his face instantly darkened, and he stopped laughing.
"Host... is there any hope for this plot?" the system stammered.
What kind of system are we?
[Villain System.]
"Okay, don't mention the word 'save' again, lest you embarrass yourself as a villainous system. Remember that?" Xie Rong said softly.
Anything related to saving someone is something the protagonist should do.
All he needs to do is carry on with his bad deeds.
Xie Rong moved closer to Lu Yi and reached out to grab his letter.
After reading the letter, he said, "Didn't you want me to talk to you? I'll write you a new resignation letter and send it to that old man, okay?"
Lu Yi was taken aback, then handed him a brand new sheet of letter paper. "Okay."
Xie Rong took the pen and wrote:
"Old man, I'll gladly accept your imperial henchman. He asked me to pass on a message to you: from now on, he's my henchman. He'll not only rescue me, but he'll even rebel. If you know what's good for you, just let us go obediently. Otherwise, he'll personally take your old dog's head."
After finishing writing, Xie Rong drew a big funny face at the end of the letter.
He curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.
When the Empress Dowager receives this letter, she will surely hate Lu Yi to death!
But Xie Rong's face turned cold again when he thought of the snake worms that had been captured by the eagle.
Just making that woman angry isn't enough.
[Host, you've done something naughty again!] The white slime nudged closer. [The plot is chaotic right now. If you keep causing trouble, I can't guarantee the main system won't notice.]
Xie Rong's eyes flashed with a hint of malice. He quietly folded the letter, put it in an envelope, and sealed it with beeswax.
"It must be delivered to the Empress Dowager, or I will be angry."
“Okay,” Lu Yi put away the letter, staring intently at him. “We’ll probably have to travel all night. You can get some more sleep. I’ll stay with you.”
Xie Rong was already half asleep, and upon hearing this, he immediately fell asleep.
Lu Yi stared at him in silence.
Knowing full well that the person before him had no compassion whatsoever, was obsessed with making Gu poison, and was capable of any evil deed for it, even a human life was less valuable than a single insect egg.
Vicious, arrogant, and with a bad temper, she easily loses her temper and slaps people. She's always baring her teeth and claws and loves to cause trouble.
Such a wicked person should be locked up in the imperial prison and taught a lesson.
But at this moment, Lu Yi was perfectly clear about what he was doing.
He rescued the wicked stray cat and abandoned everything to wander the world with it.
Perhaps by tomorrow morning, his and Xie Rong's wanted posters will be plastered all over Daliang.
Lu Yi has lived for twenty years and has never violated the laws of the Great Liang Dynasty, nor has he ever done anything that would make his conscience uneasy.
Tonight was the first time he covered his face with a veil, used a sleeping potion to knock out the guards transporting the iron cage, then used brute force to break open the cage with a knife, and stole the unconscious cat from inside.
As he left the palace gate, the imperial guards were puzzled as to why he had reappeared in the palace despite having asked for leave, and why he was wearing a cloak and carrying someone.
Lu Yi had no choice but to say that he had caught a cold, and what he was holding in his arms was the antidote for the cold that the Empress Dowager had given him.
Fortunately, he was usually upright and incorruptible, and none of the guards and colleagues he encountered on the road doubted his fabricated reasons. They even joked with him that now that he had been promoted, he should be more lenient in his dealings with others.
Lu Yi's hands were trembling as he held Xie Rong, but he forced himself to remain calm and carried her out of the palace with the speed of the wind.
Xie Rong is wicked, but they have done things that only married couples would do. He loves Xie Rong, and their sins should be intertwined.
The Empress Dowager, for her own selfish desires, disregarded the lives of everyone in the Misty Valley and sent people to forcibly break into the valley to capture Xie Rong. What kind of good person could she be?
Now that everyone in the valley has regained their freedom and is safe from harm, why should Xie Rong be dragged to the palace banquet by that woman, the Empress Dowager, and humiliated by thousands of people?
The mere thought of that scene filled Lu Yi with such rage that it consumed all reason.
A real man can face his ancestors in the underworld with a clear conscience what he does today.
Lu Yi held his breath and slowly lowered his head. Just as his lips were about to touch Xie Rong's forehead, the carriage curtain was suddenly pulled open from the outside.
"Lu—" Jin Jiuzhou, dressed as a coachman and wearing a straw hat, lifted the curtain and immediately shouted angrily, "Do you want to kiss him?"
Lu Yimu replied with a blank expression, "No."
Jin Jiuzhou's eyes turned red with anger, and he lashed his horse with a vicious whip, "If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have helped you."
"In terms of looks and family background, how am I inferior to you?" Jin Jiuzhou's voice gradually lowered. "It's just that I met him later than you."
"The Empress Dowager will not let you off easily, but as long as you write your resignation letter, countless people in the capital will be eyeing this newly vacant position of commander. She will then have no time to catch a useless pawn and a less important prisoner. At most, she will be angry that her dignity as Empress Dowager has been offended."
“I know,” Lu Yi glanced at the sleeping man, “He was afraid that I was too rigid and didn’t know how to be tactful, so he wrote a new letter for me.”
“Oh,” Jin Jiuzhou said expressionlessly, “then congratulations.”
After a day and a night of travel, the carriage finally stopped in front of a not-so-bustling village while the afterglow of the setting sun was still lingering.
Lu Yi carried the person down from the carriage.
“This is the most I can take you,” Jin Jiuzhou said, turning his face away and leaning against the carriage frame. “When he wakes up, don’t forget to tell him that I deserve half the credit.”
Jin Jiuzhou even envied Lu Yi for being able to decisively abandon everything. The Jin family was deeply entrenched, and he couldn't leave.
The hatred she felt when she was first captured and brutally bullied in the valley was real, but her awakening of first love was also real.
Xie Rong committed countless heinous acts, and everyone he captured in the valley truly hated him.
But he was so young, only eighteen years old. He had come to the Central Plains alone from the southern border when he was sixteen. His house was filled with snakes and poisonous insects. No elders taught him what love, right and wrong, or propriety and shame were.
Even after doing bad things, he would only be smug and think he was a local tyrant who everyone had to listen to. In reality, over the course of two years, not a single person died at his hands.
He shouldn't be trapped in the cold prison; he should experience what is wrong, what is right, and what love is.
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