In the dead of winter, a northwest wind rose, and the fire grew larger.
The fire surged towards Ji Xiaoxiao and her group from all directions with unstoppable force. The flames were so intense that everything in their path burned, glowed, and heated, turning to ashes.
Different strokes for different folks. The original owner didn't care about this country, but Ji Xiaoxiao loved it very much, after all, she had taken care of it for a whole year!
Did you hand over the fruits of your labor to Xue Feishuang?
Damn it, Ji Xiaoxiao must be crazy to do that! She only showed weakness temporarily; she didn't really want to give up the throne. Xue Feishuang's word was law, and Ji Xiaoxiao had no worries. Her wish had been fulfilled, and she was now once again the emperor, wielding power over the world and enjoying the company of beautiful women.
"The Lü Dynasty, a thousand-year-old dynasty, was destroyed by my hand. If I had not put up any resistance, I would have no face to meet my ancestors. I would appreciate your kind words on my way to the underworld."
Several guards quickly closed the gate, which was then firmly held shut by large iron bars.
"Lü Ying, you've gone back on your word!"
"Where have I gone back on my word? You want to seize my throne, and I'm not allowed to resist?"
Inside the main hall, swords, spears, and halberds clashed and gleamed. The expressions on the faces of the crowd varied; some were filled with fear and unease, some remained calm and composed, and some gritted their teeth...
"Kill her." The enraged man, harboring a desire to emulate Ji Xiaoxiao.
The situation was extremely critical, and death was imminent; most people would have extreme thoughts. Xue Feishuang, worthy of being a candidate for emperor, remained calm amidst the volcano and flames, clearly understanding the priorities of the matter.
"Stop! Do you want to die? The most important thing now is to break down the door, not Lü Ying's life or death!" Xue Feishuang shouted, his neck turning purple and red.
"This is not a city gate. If we work together, we will surely escape this calamity."
Xue Feishuang's words were true; the door of this main hall, though seemingly sturdy, was actually made of gold and jade. If it were hacked with swords, chopped with knives, kicked with feet, or smashed with hands, the sheer number of people and their combined strength would surely break the door.
Ultimately, life was of paramount importance, so the soldiers turned and rushed towards the gate, desperately trying to break it down and escape. In about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, the escape route was breached.
After Xue Feishuang and his group came out, they looked back, but Ji Xiaoxiao was nowhere to be seen.
"Where did that scoundrel Lü Ying escape to?"
Having nearly lost his life due to Ji Xiaoxiao's scheme, the crowd was indignant, as expected.
Xue Feishuang didn't care much about whether Ji Xiaoxiao was alive or dead. What could move her was whether the country was safe and sound, whether the people of the world were alive or dead, and whether her son's life was at stake.
"Jinghan?" Xue Fei's eyes widened as he suddenly remembered Xue Jinghan, who was still unconscious and unable to move in Kunning Palace.
After besieging the palace for a month, Xue Feishuang sent people to protect Xue Jinghan's safety. Now that the fire has spread and she is on the verge of death, those who were protecting Xue Jinghan have probably already escaped.
Rushing towards Kunning Palace, Xue Feishuang blamed herself all the way.
"Why didn't I bring Jinghan out of the palace back then? No matter how dangerous it is outside, it's still better than this palace that eats people alive! How could I forget? How could I not learn my lesson?" Xue Feishuang stopped, slapped herself hard, and, with a sense of self-reproach and renewed determination, sprinted at full speed.
Wherever it passed, the once magnificent palace halls and exquisite, simple corridors and pavilions were reduced to ashes. Eunuchs, palace maids, and imperial guards all screamed in terror and fled in all directions.
"Jinghan, Jinghan..."
Kunning Palace was engulfed in flames, with flames spewing smoke and scorching the skin.
Xue Feishuang stood dumbfounded outside Kunning Palace, helplessly watching Xue Jinghan perish in the flames. Could her beloved son, whom she had cherished her entire life, not escape such a tragic fate?
"Lü Ying." Xue Feishuang suddenly realized, "Yes, it's all Lü Ying's fault!"
The pain of losing his beloved son was too much for Xue Feishuang to bear alone. "Better to sacrifice a friend than myself," so Ji Xiaoxiao was promptly dragged into the mess.
"Find her, even if you have to dig three feet into the ground, find Lü Ying."
With a single order from the future emperor, the soldiers, who already harbored treacherous intentions, seized the opportunity to act.
However, in this vast world, searching for a single person is like finding a needle in a haystack.
Amidst the inferno, the culprit, Ji Xiaoxiao, walked cautiously with her head down, a wet towel covering her mouth and nose. Her frail body nimbly and quickly dodged the falling beams and rubble from above.
"Ah Qiu".
While walking along, Ji Xiaoxiao sneezed, and in a moment of distraction, a large, burning log struck and injured one of her hands.
The sparks leaped onto her clothes, claimed the high ground, and then began to invade and expand. Ji Xiaoxiao reacted quickly, but her burns remained severe. Starving, Ji Xiaoxiao sniffed the sparks and became even hungrier.
"Damn it, I made you stupid, I made you crazy, now you're going to die. God, why do I care about Xue Jinghan anymore!" With her escape route cut off, Ji Xiaoxiao couldn't help but curse.
While Xue Feishuang and his group were focused on breaking down the door and escaping, Ji Xiaoxiao used a secret passage to easily turn the tide. Halfway there, Ji Xiaoxiao suddenly remembered that Xue Jinghan was still in Kunning Palace.
You treated me with sincerity, and I will return that sincerity to you. Xue Jinghan was wholeheartedly devoted to the original owner of this body. The original owner, imprisoned, couldn't help but recall the past, remembering Xue Jinghan's kindness time and time again.
After much hesitation, Ji Xiaoxiao decided that Xue Jinghan had to be saved for the sake of the mission's success.
"You asked for trouble, you asked for trouble!"
Ignoring her injuries, Ji Xiaoxiao turned left and right until she finally arrived at Xue Jinghan's bedside. Xue Jinghan's brows were furrowed, and her fair face was covered only with ashes. Ji Xiaoxiao looked her over carefully; Xue Jinghan was truly lucky to be alive, not only was she not dead, but she was also completely unharmed.
People of the same kind have different fates.
Ji Xiaoxiao sighed, resignedly picked up Xue Jinghan, found a quilt, and before she could even cover herself with it, a cold touch pierced through the back of her head.
With his legs giving way, the body collapsed with a thud.
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