"Our army... is retreating continuously!"
"Boom!"
As soon as the words fell, Pei Jinheng felt a wave of dizziness, the world spinning around him.
When a person suddenly faces a great upheaval, they lose control of their body, becoming numb all over, just like Pei Jinheng at this mont.
He felt his body turn cold, devoid of any warmth, unable to hear, unable to see, not even aware that people around him were shaking him!
Defeated, defeated, he was defeated?
After planning for so many years, vying for a day, and yet defeated?
Victors beco kings, losers beco bandits, hahaha...
"Young Master, go, hurry up, we’ll escort you out!"
It took Pei Jinheng a long ti to gradually regain his senses, hearing several loyal death soldiers beside him speaking.
"Heh, hahaha... Sure enough, it was a façade, secretly crossing the river, Qi Yun! You old fox, you colluded with Cao Yin and the others, didn’t you?!"
Qi Yun sat steadily on the Dragon Bed, looking at him coldly.
At this mont, he truly seed like a deity above the Nine Heavens, controlling everything in the mortal world, with everyone as his pawns in his hands to manipulate!
"Hahaha, I see, I see! You all are acting, you, you, and you! You are all a bunch of actors! You’re putting on a show!"
Pei Jinheng understood, the truth was revealed!
It turned out that from the start, Qi Yun knew of their existence, biding his ti all these years, just to catch them all in one net!
Now, the inner palace had the Imperial Army, and outside were the Cao Family Army and Prince Lingjiang’s forces, trapped like turtles in a jar!
"Qi Yun, you’re so vicious, you’re so vicious!"
Pei Jinheng knew he was done for, his Chen Country army too, so he had no respect left, shouting madly!
Qi Yun looked at him coldly, sternly saying, "Seize him!"
To dare address him by na, this person was truly tired of living!
Soon, the Black Armored Forbidden Army surged forward, continuing to fight with the death soldiers beside Pei Jinheng.
Inside and outside this palace, blood flowed like rivers, the scent of blood filling the air.
"A Mu..."
Long Yue and Li Qingmu were safely protected by the Black Armored Forbidden Army inside, Long Yue finally reunited with her husband after several months, her eyes brimming with tenderness.
Tenderness like water, like the warm spring sun, lting a person’s heart with just a glance.
Li Qingmu’s pupils contracted sharply, his heart raced, and his breathing beca rapid, after months of lonely separation, how unbearable the loneliness? Now, the little woman was so charming and alluring, he was stirred.
While the killing continued with constant roars, the couple here exchanged tender glances, a scene truly hard to watch.
Qi Yun shook his head slightly but acquiesced, a couple separated for so long, with the wife expecting, it’s natural to desire closeness.
"Capture the ringleader first, kill that Dog Emperor!"
As the situation turned sharply, suddenly soone shouted loudly, followed by more death soldiers charging toward Qi Yun!
"Quick, protect the Emperor!"
Fortunately, Qi Yun was already surrounded by the Black Armored Forbidden Army, the death soldiers’ attack was dood to fail, but the scene was deadlocked, with many ministers and palace concubines being innocently involved and injured.
"Kill, protect the Emperor, punish evil, clear the Emperor’s side, eliminate traitors, kill!"
Cries from outside suggested reinforcents had arrived, instantly, the Black Armored Forbidden Army and others felt relieved.
Great General Cao Yin led his army, securing their side.
Sure enough, with the arrival of the Cao Family Army and the troops led by the Prince Lingjiang, the battle in the Imperial Palace ended quickly.
Pei Jinheng escaped thanks to the charge of the death soldiers, but most of the others perished.
Qian Yi was miserable, feeling he’d reached the pinnacle of life, only to turn and find an endless hell, heaven and hell, just a thought away!
He was desperate, but desperation was useless, he was taken away.
Before leaving, he desperately cried out, "Father, spare , I know I was wrong," but what use was that? Qi Yun remained indifferent, emotionless toward this so-called son.
The interior and exterior of Qianlong Palace were in chaos, corpses and blood everywhere, the stench strong, Long Yue already pregnant, vomited upon slling it, so Li Qingmu quickly took her away.
As for the aftermath, it wasn’t his place to manage.
The two reunited after a long separation, with much to say to each other, not even pausing to bid farewell to grandfather Cao Yin or Prince Lingjiang’s Heir Qi Jingyu before leaving.
On their way out of the Imperial Palace, Li Qingmu pulled Long Yue into a deserted alley, lifting her delicate face to kiss her, impatiently!
Cool lips still so sweet, unforgettable once touched, the long months of waiting seed all for this mont’s reunion.
The feeling was so wonderful, almost forgetting the passage of ti.
Long Yue’s breath too quickened, yet she had no intention to let go, the two wrapped in tenderness for so ti.
After what seed like an eternity, Li Qingmu finally released her sweet lips, looking at the still petite figure beside him, feeling a pang of heartache.
"I’m sorry, Yue’er, for making you suffer."
He softly murmured, his magnetic voice gravelly, looking at her with eyes full of guilt.
Leaving without a word, not sending even the tiniest ssage, he didn’t know what she faced during these days?
Despair, helplessness, grief?
Surrounded by such emotions, her days must have been painful.
Long Yue comfortably leaned against Li Qingmu’s broad arms, feeling warm and secure, "It’s fine, I’m alright, it’s all in the past, as long as you’re back by my side, nothing else matters."
Indeed, as long as they could reunite, what did anything else matter?
...
In a long, narrow alley, a white figure walked slowly.
A woman in a water-blue dress suddenly appeared ahead, her face looked ordinary, the kind that would blend into a crowd and be lost.
She hurried forward, her path suddenly blocked by a white-clothed man.
"Sir, is there sothing you need?"
The woman slowly raised her head to look at him, her tone very calm.
"The skin of the living dead, wearing this every day, isn’t Lady Xue tired?"
The white-clothed man lowered his gaze slightly, looking at the woman across, his right hand lightly gripping. In his palm appeared a silver needle.
The woman laughed, "I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir, if there’s nothing, please let pass."
The white-clothed man looked at her, shaking his head slightly, "Sorry, this path is closed."
With just one sentence, the atmosphere between them changed abruptly, the warmth of spring turning into coldness, snowflakes began to fall within a ten-foot radius!
Snowflakes fluttered continuously, the hems of their clothes billowing, the air gathering swiftly toward them.
"Courting death!"
The woman shouted sharply, her right hand spread open, her nails instantly growing, and her palm turned pitch black!
Upon closer inspection, the blackness was filled with densely packed poisonous insects!
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