Chapter 107 "Return"
Xiao Qing was genuinely frightened.
The bloodied hand loomed larger and larger in front of her, but she could only watch helplessly as Fu Mingyi reached out his hand, preparing to take the child's hand.
No, no!
Xiao Qing regretted that she had been so hesitant and indecisive. She had already wavered, so why couldn't she have just gone back sooner?
Now that the original owner has returned, her spiritual and physical connection with the other person is definitely much stronger than hers. Besides, if she were to go over there now and try to drive her away, it would be like a cuckoo taking over someone else's nest.
But, but!
Xiao Qingzhen was truly filled with resentment.
But she also knew very well that if she just let him watch, this guy would hurt the people around him because of his resentment.
Fu Mingyi was the first to be affected.
Fu Mingyi is so beautiful, it would be such a pity if she were to be hurt like this.
Besides, isn't Fu Mingyi very powerful? He's the one who bullies her, and she's never fought against him. How can she let him be bullied by others?
Xiao Qing's mind raced with various thoughts, none of which she was even aware of why, but at this moment, she desperately wished she had the power to fight against the raging wind.
Jueyin, Li Qinghe, and that ghostly bird...
Whatever it is, someone please help me!
"Don't hold her hand!" Xiao Qing shouted, her hair practically standing on end in her anxiety.
Xiao Qing smiled at her and placed her fingertips one by one on Fu Mingyi's palm.
Xiao Yan saw Xiao Qing looking ahead with her chin slightly raised from outside the door.
Although he didn't know what "Xiao Qing" was looking at, he instinctively sensed the difference in the young emperor.
This feeling is very subtle.
Xiao Qing himself might not realize it, but Xiao Yan, having lived in the palace for a long time and struggled to survive in the cold palace, had seen all sorts of people in the palace. He had even seen the twins whom Emperor Tianhe regarded as the apple of his eye.
Actually, when he was brought back to Nanhua Palace by Fu Mingyi, he had some instinctive doubts when he first saw Xiao Qing.
But now, that feeling of facing those twins has returned.
He couldn't help but straighten his shoulders and back, clasped his hands together tightly in front of him, and every cell in his body seemed to tense up.
For Xiao Yan, this might be a sensitivity related to bloodline.
He didn't feel that way when he was with Xiao Qing.
“Your Majesty…” Fu Mingyi felt the coolness of her palm and fingers. He looked up at Xiao Qing’s eyes and saw that she was looking at him with her eyes half-closed. The temperature in her eyes seemed to be the same as that of her fingers.
But she was still smiling.
"Grand Tutor," she said softly, her voice carrying a strange, unfamiliar quality due to her long silence.
Fu Mingyi's heart sank.
He lowered his head slightly, remained silent for a moment, and then tightly grasped "Xiao Qing's" hand.
Poor Xiao Qing was caught in the fierce wind, her tied-up hair flying wildly in all directions. Apart from clinging tightly to the door and watching helplessly as the Grand Tutor gently led "Xiao Qing" off the carriage, there was nothing she could do.
"Hey! He didn't kill you. Tell me who killed you, and I'll help you get revenge, okay?" Xiao Qing was still making a last-ditch effort.
Xiao Qing ignored her completely, standing elegantly by the carriage door, frowning as she looked at Ma Hong beside her.
Ma Hong was also taken aback.
"Kneel down."
Xiao Qing's face showed a mixture of displeasure at being offended and a sinister intent to deal with the offender.
Xiao Qing was also taken aback.
Having served in the palace before, Ma Hong, though unaware of the details, quickly grasped the meaning of "Xiao Qing."
He quickly knelt down close to the carriage.
Fu Mingyi's eyes flashed with a storm of emotions, but he had to quickly suppress them.
Xiao Qing then stepped on Ma Hong's back and pressed down with her foot before walking down.
She was only a ten-year-old child and didn't have much strength, but the force with which she pressed down on Ma Hong's back almost crushed his will.
Ma Hong bent his neck even more, kneeling even lower.
Xiao Qing stared at the scene in surprise, and when she saw Ming Xiu's shocked expression, she didn't know what to say.
She herself disliked stepping on people to dismount from her carriage, so ever since she took up residence in the body of this young emperor, she had gradually refused to do so, except for a few times at the beginning when she reluctantly complied to adapt to the environment. Therefore, everyone around her was aware of this habit of hers.
She would rather jump down herself than step on someone else to get down.
So later, whenever she rode in a carriage, there was always a slightly lower step at the disembarkation point.
She could have walked on by herself!
Xiao Qing continued to look at Xiao Yan, tilting her head slightly and narrowing her eyes, seemingly lost in thought.
Xiao Yan lowered his head and respectfully greeted, "Your Majesty."
Xiao Qing didn't seem to care much. His eyes swept over Wang Xiang, who had disembarked from the carriage, and the officials below the carriage, before finally returning to Fu Mingyi.
Wang Xiang sensed the young emperor's lack of attention and indifference towards him.
Worse still, her entire demeanor seemed to have changed.
At this moment, Xiao Qing was extremely grateful for the existence of that red thread, because it allowed her to be like a balloon held by a string, so that even if she encountered a strong wind, she wouldn't be blown very far.
Thanks to the incredibly resilient red thread.
However, she thanked him too soon.
Just as she was thinking this, the power of the red thread seemed to weaken. She quickly looked down and then noticed that the red thread seemed to have become lighter and thinner.
Good heavens! What's going on here?!
Xiao Qing was terrified. She wanted to follow, but black wind swirled around "Xiao Qing," making her almost a risk herself, and it became increasingly difficult for her to get close.
She called upon Jueyin, Li Qinghe, and the Bird of the Darkness once more.
However, there was still no response.
The master of ceremonies said, "Your Majesty, this way please. Master Jueyin has made all the preparations."
When Xiao Qing saw a group of monks sitting neatly on the high platform from afar, his expression immediately changed.
"Your Majesty?" the Grand Tutor asked softly.
Xiao Qing gripped his hand tightly, her eyes conveying her rejection.
"I hate monks," she said to Fu Mingyi without any hesitation. "I want to go back to the palace."
Holding the old armor, Wang Xiang felt like a fool.
The ministers who were nearby were even more shocked.
Zhao Youchen blinked, somewhat disbelieving them.
Xiao Qing could only grip the door tightly and shout, "Jueyin! I promised! If you don't come out now, don't blame me for breaking my promise! You better not give me a chance, otherwise once I go back, I'll find him and kill him within two years, no, within two months, let alone twenty! Jueyin! Jueyin! Did you hear me!"
Xiao Qing suddenly turned around, gently opened her mouth, and no one heard what she said, but Xiao Qing heard it.
"It's so noisy."
A fierce wind blew, and the red thread was pulled violently, so much so that one could almost see the red threads breaking and turning up.
Little by little, there was a faint "squeaking" sound, but Xiao Qing felt terrified, as if her eardrums were about to burst.
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