The sedan chair was already waiting on the side.
Yuan Yao glanced at it and said, "Too slow!"
She glanced around and said to Poyue, "Horse."
"No!"
A nearby, older eunuch quickly stepped forward to stop her: "Princess, horses are not allowed in the palace!"
Furthermore, the Emperor has just passed away…
"You expect me to fly to Haoran Palace without riding a horse?" Yuan Yao glanced coldly at the eunuch. "I'm going to save my father. If the Emperor is watching from heaven, he won't blame me!"
After saying that, she reached for the reins.
The eunuch was about to speak again: "Princess..."
"Let her ride!" Xie Zhi, who had just dismounted, leaped back onto the horse: "Xiao Yao'er, let's go."
Yuan Yao nodded.
She awkwardly climbed onto the horse, grabbed the reins, bent down, and whispered to Poyue, whose face was hidden by a veil: "Contact Canfeng and have him summon all the assassins from the Killer Hall back to the capital."
In addition, send one person from Shirubu to the outside of the city to fetch Tangyuan.
"And you?" Po Yue said coldly, "I can't leave you..."
Yuan Yao asked, "Do you have any suitable hidden weapons?"
hidden weapon?
Po Yue rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a black folding fan, which he handed to Yuan Yao.
Yuan Yao took the folding fan: "This is..."
Po Yue coldly said, "This is a folding fan made of the thinnest black iron. Its edges are sharper than a blade. After opening the small cover at the top, it can be used as a sword."
The hidden clasp on the fan handle can be rotated twice to the right to fire a hidden needle.
This was originally a coming-of-age gift I wanted to give you. I've been working on it for several years, but they said they were afraid it would hurt you, so I've kept it all this time.
Be careful not to hurt yourself when using it.
This was the first time in so many years that Po Yue had spoken so many words in one breath.
Yuan Yao's eyes stung.
She looked at Poyue: "Thank you..."
Po Yue lightly patted the horse: "Go, go see His Majesty."
Upon receiving the command, the horse immediately began to trot.
Yuan Yao blinked hard and called out, "Giddy up!"
The horse swished its tail, trotting along the paving stones, and galloped towards the Haoran Hall.
The sound of horses' hooves was exceptionally crisp and loud.
Behind him, Xie Zhi glanced at Yuan Yao's retreating figure, then turned and beckoned to the people from the Pingnan Prince's residence—
"Pass on my order: immediately dispatch fifty iron cavalrymen, carrying thirty catties of fresh beef and two live deer, to search for Princess Yuan Yao's white tiger along the official road after leaving the capital!"
"From this day forward, all hunters within the territory of the Great Qi are prohibited from hunting. Anyone who violates this rule will have their entire family, spanning three generations, imprisoned!"
"If you find Tangyuan, immediately send a message back to the capital. Do not frighten it!"
"..."
The elderly eunuch was still slapping his thigh and crying out to Yuan Yao's retreating figure, "Reckless! Reckless! What will we do if we disturb the Emperor's spirit..."
Xie Zhi glanced in that direction, frowned, and said, "Drag him away!"
"yes!"
Two imperial guards stepped forward, covered the old eunuch's mouth, and dragged him away.
Yuan Yao wasn't very good at riding, but having lived in the palace for over a decade, she was familiar with every path, so she rode the horse fairly smoothly.
Wherever he went, the palace servants knelt down and made way for him.
After a cup of tea, the horse came to a steady stop outside the Haoran Hall.
Yuan Yao lifted her skirt and jumped off the horse.
The guards of Haoran Palace immediately bowed upon seeing her: "Greetings, Princess..."
"Keep an eye on my horse!" Yuan Yao said, then lifted her skirt and ran into the palace gate.
After entering the main gate of the Haoran Hall, there is a spacious square; further in is the inner hall where meetings are held...
The distance wasn't far, but when I started running, the road seemed to stretch on and on...
Yuan Yao was chilled to the bone by the autumn wind; her hair was disheveled, and her hairpin had fallen out, but she didn't care...
Inside the inner palace, the palace servants guarding the door were all stunned for a moment when they saw her. They immediately knelt on the ground, their foreheads touching the ground, not daring to look at her for long.
Looking at the wide-open palace gates, Yuan Yao stopped, panting.
Inside the main hall, there were sounds of arguing.
However, she was so tired from running that her ears were ringing and she couldn't hear what was being said inside.
She was panting heavily, feeling dizzy and lightheaded.
In the blurry vision, a tall and slender figure in plain clothes stood gracefully in the center of the hall, with black hair cascading down like a waterfall.
Yuan Yao held onto the palace door and was about to call for help.
Suddenly, the man abruptly turned to the side.
Crimson blood spurted from his mouth...
That color was too glaring.
Yuan Yao's pupils constricted sharply: "Father!"
She opened her mouth and tried her best, but found that she couldn't make a sound at all.
She lost her voice!
Yuan Yao's mind went blank, her chest ached, and she frantically tried to run into the hall.
Inside the main hall, a commotion erupted—
"Long live the Emperor!"
"Your Majesty is coughing up blood!"
"Quickly summon the imperial physician! Summon the imperial physician!"
"..."
Yuan Yao's vision blurred, and after running only a few steps, she fell to the ground.
My palms are burning with pain.
She pushed herself up with her elbows.
Suddenly, a dark figure landed in front of her, sighed, bent down, and picked her up.
A very faint, cool fragrance wafted from my nostrils.
"Yun...Yun Chan?"
Yuan Yao made a hoarse, faint sound.
"It's me."
Yun Chan hugged her, glanced at the still kneeling palace servants, and quickly slipped behind a golden pillar that was as thick as two people could hug.
He lowered his voice: "I'll take you away!"
Walk?
Upon hearing this word, Yuan Yao became much more alert.
She's not leaving!
She stared at Yun Chan, who was shrouded in black mist, and said coldly in a hoarse voice, "Put me down!"
Yun Chan shook her head.
Yuan Yao began to struggle: "Let me go!"
"Yuan Yao!" Yun Chan whispered, "Trust me this once, come with me. You shouldn't be here right now."
Yuan Yao's eyes reddened: "What do you mean by that?"
Why shouldn't she be here?
What is Father going to do?
He vomited blood!
Seeing Yuan Yao's flustered state, Yun Chan hesitated for a moment: "It's not convenient to talk here, let me take you away first..."
Suddenly, a cold voice rang out: "Where are you taking her?"
Yun Chan frowned and looked up.
Xie Zhi, dressed in a black outfit, strode towards them.
As he walked, he flexed his wrists and fingers.
The joints made a "creaking" sound.
Beneath the black mist, Yun Chan frowned: "Xie Zhi?"
Xie Zhi had seen him long ago, so he deliberately walked quietly until he was close enough that Xie Zhi could hear him...
When Xie Zhicai was two meters away from Yun Chan and Yuan Yao, his expression turned cold: "Yun Chan, I know it's you. Let go of Xiao Yao!"
"Her title is that of a princess of the Great Qi Dynasty, and the Ninth Prince is still in the palace. Where are you taking her?"
“Your Highness… no, now that things have come to this, I should address you as the Second Prince.” Yun Chan stared coldly at Xie Zhi.
Xie Zhi's face darkened: "Yun Chan, let go!"
Yun Chan said coldly, "Taking Yuan Yao away is His Highness's intention. I advise the young master not to stop it, otherwise you will regret it."
"I'll only regret letting you take Xiao Yao'er away!" Xie Zhi's voice turned cold: "Yun Chan, don't force me to take action!"
Yun Chan's voice was as cold as ice: "Thank you, Master..."
"Yun Chan, let go!" Yuan Yao shed two lines of tears: "Don't force me to hate you."
Yun Chan: "..."
He frowned: "Yuan Yao..."
Suddenly, a blinding flash of sword light appeared.
From his arm, the sound of cloth and flesh being torn apart came, and blood gushed out.
Yuan Yao was taken aback: "Yun Chan..."
She hardened her heart, raised her hand, and tapped Yun Chan's elbow.
Yun Chan let out a muffled groan of pain and reflexively let go.
Yuan Yao lifted her skirt and ran quickly into the palace.
Yun Chan clenched his fist, blood gushing out and soaking his sleeve.
He nearly lost his voice: "Yuan Yao! The person in the hall, he's not..."
"Splash..."
Another sound of flesh being torn open rang out.
The next moment, my neck felt icy cold.
The blade, gleaming with a chilling light, pressed against Yun Chan's neck.
Xie Zhi's voice carried the chilling and intimidating tone of someone who had been through countless battles: "Say one more word, stop her one more time, and I'll slit your throat!"
The cold blade was like a venomous snake.
Yun Chan glanced sideways at the people who had already rushed into the hall, and clenched her fists.
Blood accumulated more and more on the floor tiles.
Yun Chan sneered: "They're right, Xie Zhi, you're really in the way."
Is it in the way?
Xie Zhi was stunned for a moment.
Suddenly, his eyes widened: "You mean..."
A trap?
The Ninth Prince orchestrated a whole scheme!
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