Chapter 107: Fear of Losing
Concubine Yu left the cold palace in a panic, but found that the palace was very strange today.
The palace maids and eunuchs were walking in a hurry, looking nervous. Everyone was very busy, as if something big had happened.
No one noticed her.
Concubine Yu didn't care about so many things. Before finding her confidant, she didn't dare to talk to any palace servant, for fear that she would be captured and sent back to the cold palace again.
She doesn't want to stay in the cold palace anymore, she wants to see the prince.
Concubine Yu returned to the palace where she once lived. When she saw a palace maid in emerald green clothes, her anxious eyes lit up and she walked towards her.
The bony hands grabbed the maid's shoulders.
"Xiao He."
Xiao He immediately squatted down, holding her head with her hands, and screamed in fear, "Don't kill me!"
"Xiao He, it's me."
The voice seemed familiar. Xiao He looked up and was so scared that she sat down on the ground and moved back a few steps.
"You... who are you?"
Concubine Yu felt bitter in her heart. She knew that she looked very scary now, and she subconsciously covered her cheeks with her skinny fingers.
"You are Empress Yufei!"
Xiao He, who was sitting on the ground, took a closer look, then stood up in surprise and looked at her slightly protruding belly.
"My Lady, how did you become like this? What happened?"
The tone was still as concerned as before, and Concubine Yu breathed a sigh of relief. She had indeed found the right person.
"Xiao He, help me give this handkerchief to Eunuch Xi. He will know what to do."
"And find me a place to stay, a room where I can hide safely."
"You're the only one who can help me."
A dark light flashed in Xiaohe's eyes, and she reached out to take the handkerchief.
"Okay, my lady. The palace is not safe right now. You should have seen it along the way. Come with me."
Xiao He brought Concubine Yu into a room.
The moment he turned around and closed the door, Xiao He's sneer appeared from the gap of the half-open door.
Bang! The door slammed shut.
A club hit Concubine Yu on the back of the head.
Concubine Yu turned her head with an expression of disbelief. She was not stupid.
"You are a chess piece placed by someone else beside me..."
Then he fell to the ground, Xiaohe lowered his head, put down the stick in his hand, and sighed softly.
"If you were still Empress Yu, I would never do this. I have my reasons."
"You won't blame me, will you?"
…
"I won, I survived."
"Very good!"
In the post-war victory carnival, King Wukang's body was dragged onto the city wall like a dead dog.
There was still someone else's blood on Guo Zha's face. He knelt respectfully on the ground, bowed his hands and smiled in a ruffian way.
"Thanks to your majesty's wisdom, you were able to see through the traitor's schemes and tricks, allowing me to find an opportunity to shoot him dead."
Xin Hongying, still full of energy, sheathed his sword and said calmly, "Everyone, get up. King Wukang is cunning. Are you sure this is his body?"
Guo Zha stood up and said in a strong voice, "I can confirm that it is King Wukang."
"Okay, let's hang it on the city wall as a warning to others." Xin Hongying waved his sleeves.
He said this in a familiar and light tone, as if he was talking about hanging a piece of clothing.
whoosh!
Suddenly, a cold silver needle shot out from the sleeve of King Wukang, who was pretending to be dead on the ground. It was a final counterattack in his determination.
King Wukang looked up with a crazy look in his eyes.
“Go to hell!”
He was determined to lose and fought to the death.
Thinking about what would happen if he failed, he would never let the tyrant off easily if he lost, "Hahaha..."
"Your Majesty, be careful." Guo Zha shouted loudly.
The silver needle was glowing with a black light. The two people were very close to each other and their speed was extremely fast.
Even Xin Hongying was unable to dodge in time.
The trajectory of the silver needle was right in front of him, and Shen Tingyu jumped out of the tyrant's palm.
The silver needle is poisonous, and she can't let anything happen to the tyrant.
The doll leaped into the air, but was pierced by a silver needle in mid-air and fell from mid-air.
"No!"
Xin Hongying's eyes were about to burst out as he raised his hand to take it.
Shen Tingyu pulled the poison needle out of his body safely and threw it on the ground: “It’s just a needle, it’s okay.”
Snap!
A tear fell from the tyrant's slightly red eyes onto her arm.
Shen Tingyu was stunned, tilted his head and asked in confusion: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? I'm really fine, it doesn't hurt at all."
"Promise me." Xin Hongying felt as if her heart was being pierced by thousands of needles. Through her doll-like appearance, he could see into her heart, and felt a little distressed.
"If there is a next time, you must never stand in my way again."
The tears disappeared in an instant, as if they had never appeared.
Xin Hongying admitted that he was scared just now, he was afraid of losing her.
She was as weak as a doll, yet as strong as a goddess. She seemed to be protecting herself all the time, while he seemed to have done nothing for her.
If he were not the emperor, would she still treat him like this since he was so incompetent?
Xin Hongying thought in a somewhat despicable way.
He knew that the fairy had always had some ulterior motive by staying with him.
Transformation! Ascension!
It was what she had always longed for.
And by then, could he really let her leave?
He doesn't know.
Shen Tingyu felt that the tyrant was in a bad mood, but she didn't take it seriously and just thought he was scared by her.
He nodded reassuringly.
King Wukang failed in his first attack and wanted to try again, but Guo Zha cut his throat with a knife and he was completely dead.
The remaining soldiers, still in shock, stabbed him again in the heart to make sure he was dead.
[Ding! The progress of the Mingjun cultivation task has increased by 8%. The current progress of the Mingjun cultivation task is 74%. Congratulations to the host, and flowers...]
Xiao Qi’s prompt startled Shen Tingyu.
Suddenly I felt the surprise of walking down the street and discovering I had won the lottery.
"Xiao Qi, when did the mission progress become so high? Didn't it reset to zero last time?"
After Xiao Qi explained, Shen Tingyu finally understood why Xin Hongying was so deeply touched that day.
So where does today's 8% progress come from?
Shen Tingyu always felt that the progress of the mission was weird. It could be ejected and take off, or it could return to zero immediately. It was unpredictable, even faster than the speed at which the sky changed its face.
On the city wall, bright red blood seeped into the cracks between the bricks, and King Wukang's body was hung high.
The victors are the kings and the losers are the bandits. This has been the case since ancient times.
Shen Tingyu felt a little emotional, thinking of the spoiled young master and the soldier's broken arm.
Desire can never satisfy inflated ambition.
"Don't look, lest your eyes be polluted."
Xin Hongying raised her hand to block her view and walked down the city wall.
Although he was a little slow, Xin Hongying began to try to keep her. Even if she would eventually ascend and leave, he would have no regrets.
His voice was gentle and nostalgic, "Fairy, what do you like? What do you want?"
The dazzling sun poured out its light, illuminating the earth equally, while their shadows were trampled under their feet.
That's a good question.
Shen Tingyu didn't speak for a while, and looked down at his own tiny figure.
The mission is not yet completed, she is a person who cannot see the future.
She said slowly, "I want...a peaceful country and a peaceful life for the people."
This is of course another 'half' lie.
She is a person without a home. The world is so big and she is a soul from another world. Naturally, she wants to live a normal life.
If you want, who would want to be a doll forever?
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