The group of five floated in front while the hemp-robed man chased after them.
Even further away, the palace guards, sorcerers, and sorcerers were all following them.
Fuyao had no intention of rescuing Ya Lanzhu's parents in one go. The other party must have taken strict precautions, and it would be difficult to find a person hiding in Fufeng. Rather than taking the risk of finding them amidst a mess of spells, it would be better to get rid of the Grand Chancellor who controlled the palace.
No matter what, Ya Lanzhu's dynasty had not been overthrown. She was still a legitimate descendant of the royal family. When all the royal family members were under control, she was the only one who could legitimately stand up and seize power.
No matter how powerful the Grand Chancellor was, he had always used the guise of being a subject of the Qiang royal family. There was no reason for him to rebel against the rule of the royal family.
The person who attacked the Qiang royal family was probably thinking of a smooth transition. First, he would control the royal family, then seize power. With power in hand, what goal could he not achieve?
This was also why Zhu Zhu was in danger. She was the only descendant of the Qiang royal family who had been stranded outside. Once she was out of the control of the other party, she would naturally be eliminated.
The other party was indeed very powerful. He was actually able to almost take Zhu Zhu's life in front of Lei Dong, Zhangsun Wuji, Yun Hen, and herself. If it wasn't for the sudden appearance of a Battle Emperor, Ya Lanzhu would probably be a meat patty by now.
Since it was not a violent seizure of power, she could not be blamed for taking advantage of the loopholes.
Therefore, she had to let Zhu Zhu reclaim her power first!
As for her lack of connections, reputation, and authority, she would help her build them!
The rebirth of the new regime would inevitably be built on the ruins of the old regime. What she wanted to help Ya Lanzhu now was to turn the current regime into ruins!
The great leader said, "There is no room for compromise on the issue of routes. You will be trampled to death!"
The great leader said, "Anything that is reactionary will not fall unless you attack it. Roll up your sleeves and defeat the reactionaries!"
The great leader said, "Friendship or aggression?" Was there a need to ask?
= = =
She led them all the way to the palace gates. She looked ahead. Hmm, there were many people. The officials and sorcerers who lived near the palace had basically all been lured out.
Looking back, there were a lot of people. Even the palace guards were alarmed, and a large group of people rushed out.
She grabbed Ya Lanzhu and whispered a few words into her ear. Ya Lanzhu's eyes widened and she hissed, "That's fine too?"
"Why not?" "Since his witchcraft is amazing, you can use it to defeat him and let the people of Fufeng understand that all reactionaries are just paper tigers. You can also use this opportunity to reverse your reputation of being a love-struck princess." Meng Fuyao
"But it's true that I'm not good at magic arts …" Ya Lanzhu mumbled. "I've never liked those things, so I practice martial arts more than magic arts."
"It doesn't matter." Meng Fuyao patted her shoulder and handed her a bag. "Go ahead and criticize them boldly. The Fuyao Party is your strong support."
Ya Lanzhu turned her head and looked at the hemp-clothed man who was aggressively chasing after her. She thought of the extinguished lamp in the secret room of the Holy Soul Palace, and her eyes gradually grew cold.
She turned back and stood under the banner that read "The Prime Minister is X" with a black background and red words. She faced the hemp-clothed man who floated over like a piece of paper.
"Who are you?" the man shouted, his face ashen under the light of the torch.
Ya Lanzhu waved her hand arrogantly. Meng Fuyao immediately took a step forward and shouted, "Who are you?"
"The Prime Minister of Faqiang, Kang Ci!" the hemp-clothed man shouted coldly. "Where did you come from, little thief?
"The Queen of Faqiang, Ya Lanzhu!" Meng Fuyao shook her head. "Come and pay your respects to your king!"
The crowd was shocked, but after a moment of surprise, they all laughed and started whispering.
They spoke very softly, but everyone's hearing was good enough to understand.
"Ah, that love-struck princess!"
"No, it's the Double Crazy Princess, love-struck and idiotic. I heard that her magic arts are the worst in the royal family!"
"The shame of Faqiang … Wasn't she chasing after men all over the five continents? Why is she back?"
"She didn't succeed, did she? The Han Emperor looked down on her even when he was a prince, let alone now. "
"How did she become a queen? Isn't the king doing fine on the throne? "
"Did she lose her mind because she couldn't get a man? Fantasizing about being a queen? Fantasizing that the Han Emperor is a prince? "
"Haha … now she's a triple crazy …"
Meng Fuyao's face darkened.
She was really angry.
She knew that Zhu Zhu had been criticized for chasing after Zhan Beiye and that she had not been in Fufeng for many years, so much so that even her father and mother had given up on her. But she did not expect that the Faqiang imperial court's evaluation of her would be so terrible.
Zhu Zhu had always played down these matters. She did not know that this was what she had to face!
Zhan Beiye's face darkened as well.
He naturally understood Ya Lanzhu's feelings for him, but he had never despised her because of it. At most, he felt that she was annoying at times. After meeting Meng Fuyao, he suddenly understood her and felt that they were in the same boat. It was only because of the closeness between the two that he had to avoid arousing suspicion. But no matter what, they had been on the run for so many years, especially when he was just a prince who had been ostracized. That colorful child had warmed up his lonely life, and in his heart, she was a very close friend.
He had never known that she would endure such a reputation and pressure to pursue him!
Yun Hen's eyes were also very cold. Among them, he and Ya Lanzhu had interacted the least, but he was the one closest to her. Back in the Han Empire, Ya Lanzhu had thought that the two of them were sad people who had fallen from grace. She would often drag him out to get drunk. She usually did not say much, but after getting drunk, she would ramble on about her pursuit. She would talk about how disappointed her parents were at her best, and she would talk about how her siblings looked down on her and ostracized her. He knew her situation the best, but when he heard it with his own ears, he still found it hard to bear.
Sparks spun in the cold youth's eyes. Every flicker of light was filled with a rare anger.
Ya Lanzhu stood there calmly, showing no sign of anger, nor did she blame Meng Fuyao for pushing her into the eye of the storm. Ever since she met him at the age of 12, her life's worth of praises had been erased. She had long gotten used to those words, but now, she had heard them all at once.
Now that she had nothing left, she did not want to think about anything. What did the world's honor matter? What did love matter? All she wanted was to save her loved ones!
"Oh, it's Princess Ya." Kang Che was slightly taken aback, but he quickly put on a respectful but disdainful smile. "You've returned? How rare. " He looked around, pointing at Zhangsun Wuji and Beiye Yunhen, and laughed mockingly. "You've finally achieved your wish? Which one of them is your son-in-law? Tell me, and I'll help you arrange it. "
Another wave of snickering came from below. Zhan Beiye raised his eyebrows and moved his finger, but Meng Fuyao immediately pulled him back. What's the rush?
"My marriage is an important matter that can only be decided by the royal family. Since when did you have the right to arrange it?" Ya Lanzhu turned a deaf ear to the laughter, and replied calmly and sharply, "No wonder I heard that the Prime Minister had great power and no respect for the king when I returned. Now, it seems that it was true."
Kang Che's expression changed, and he scrutinized Ya Lanzhu. He had never met this little princess before, but he had heard a lot of rumors about her. There was not a single good word about her. In general, she was a love-struck idiot, nothing to be worried about.
Of course, he also knew that Princess Ya had a good relationship with the leaders of the seven nations, especially with the Great Wan Empress. But no matter how good their relationship was, there was no reason for her to interfere in another nation's internal affairs. Besides, wasn't the Great Wan Empress still governing the country?
Kang Che knew too little about Queen Meng. Her Majesty made her fortune by stirring up trouble. After messing with others, she messed with herself, and after that, she messed with other nations. She would always have something to do.
"Princess, you're exaggerating." Kang Che bowed, neither servile nor overbearing. "I'm just reporting to Her Majesty to arrange the wedding."
"That's also my business," Ya Lanzhu replied quickly. "Since you put it that way, invite my father out."
Kang Che immediately said, "The King is waiting for you in the palace. You didn't return to the palace to pay your respects to the King and Queen, but instead brought a bunch of riffraff to the palace and came up with such insulting couplets. I really don't understand what you mean, and I don't think the King is happy about it."
Behind him, the Prime Minister's trusted aides made a ruckus, waving their hands to signal for the guards to silently surround them.
"I don't need you to figure out my father's intentions." Ya Lanzhu glanced at the restless shadows and curled her lips. "I don't need you to comment on my actions."
Kang Che finally grew angry. He raised his head and shouted, "Princess, you're looking down on the ministers of the imperial court! I'm the Prime Minister! Even the King has to be respectful to me! "
"Then invite my father out. Let me see how he's going to be respectful to you." Ya Lanzhu didn't budge an inch. Her eyes were sharp as she smiled.
Kang Che was displeased. He coldly replied, "I don't have that authority!"
"Is that so? But I have the authority to dismiss you!" Ya Lanzhu pulled down the 'Prime Minister is X' banner and sneered. "The Prime Minister is incompetent. The Royal Family has the right to replace him!"
"I'm incompetent?" As if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, Kang Che threw his head back and laughed. His hemp robe fluttered in the wind like a huge flag. The surrounding crowd laughed along with him.
"The Prime Minister is incompetent?"
"First place in the Sorcerer Tournament, shocking the world with his Green Flame Spell!"
"Princess, what do you mean? Have you lost your mind and bite people? "
"Princess, are you going to use your toy-like Gu worms to fight the Prime Minister's strange beasts?"
"Haha …"
"What's the point of saying so much nonsense?" Ya Lanzhu raised her head. "Today, I'm going to prove your deceitful reputation in front of my Faqiang subjects. According to the rules of the Fufeng Tournament, witchcraft, healing, telekinesis control, soul spells, and strange beasts, you can choose any three. Let us all see what it means to be a real weakling."
"Since the Princess wants to question me, I'll play along." Kang Che was so angry that he laughed. His hemp robe shook as he said coldly, "But I don't think I need to waste time choosing. Princess, on the other hand, I wonder which one you're good at? I heard that when you were learning telekinesis control, you managed to control a pig until it went crazy. It's really amazing, amazing. "
The crowd couldn't help but roar with laughter. Fufeng was a special country. Witchcraft and administrative abilities were equally important. No matter how high the status of a member of the Royal Family was, they wouldn't be respected if they couldn't use witchcraft.
"Yes, I can use it to control you." Ya Lanzhu smiled. "Then let's use healing, telekinesis control, and strange beasts."
Kang Che glanced at the nine-tailed fox on Fuyao's shoulder and sneered without saying a word. Someone beside him spoke on his behalf. "Princess Ya, that beast is a nine-tailed fox, isn't it? You're really lucky. You don't have to compete in this round."
Fuyao immediately stuffed the fox into her sleeve with a smile. The fox was big and the sleeve was small, so the fox was squealing. Fuyao knocked it on the head to shut it up. She then said unhurriedly, "Princess Ya won't use a top-grade strange beast to take advantage of a weakling like you. You don't have to use this."
"Alright!" Kang Che took a step forward. "Then, let's win two out of three rounds. If I lose, I …" He hesitated. Although he could tell that Ya Lanzhu's witchcraft had not improved much and he was confident of his victory, he suddenly felt a little guilty when he saw her confident expression. He couldn't bring himself to say, "I'll immediately hang up my crown and beg to leave."
"You don't have to do anything if you lose." Ya Lanzhu stared at him and smiled coldly. "It's up to you if you want to. Let's see if you can still do that."
"Just like how Princess Ya can't stay in Faqiang," Kang Che said lightly. "If that's the case, please."
The first round was healing.
The Soul Extermination Courtyard in the west of Gale City was a place set up by the imperial court to treat patients with severe infectious diseases. There were all kinds of patients, and no one dared to approach within three miles of the courtyard. There was no one more suitable than these people to compete in healing.
Kang Che waved his hand, and immediately, people covered their noses and mouths to carry the patients away. Along the way, Kang Che winked at Meng Fuyao. She squinted her eyes and winked at Yao Xun, who was mixed in the crowd.
Yao Xun slipped through the crowd without a sound. He was a Rakshasa Islander from Fufeng Erhai. He did not have many strong points in his life. Apart from his talent in business, which had been discovered by his master, his forte was Qinggong.
After a while, two stretchers were carried into the square and into a tent that had been set up temporarily. The people on the stretchers were motionless, and the people around them moved far away. Meng Fuyao caught Yao Xun making a hand signal to her.
She understood his gesture and was instantly enraged.
One of them was dead!
"Which one?" she asked telepathically.
Yao Xun's skill was not good enough, so he could only shake his head, indicating that he could not tell.
Meng Fuyao's gaze fell on the two stretchers. Both were motionless and on the verge of death. One seemed to be suffering from leprosy, while the other seemed to have no problems with the naked eye.
Initially, Meng Fuyao had thought that with the exotic beast and Zong Yue's medicine in hand, as well as a smokescreen, there would be no reason for her to lose in terms of treatment. Who would have thought that Kang Chui would be so shameless as to bring a dead one? If Zhuzhu made the wrong choice, she would definitely lose the first round.
If she lost the first round, her morale would be dampened. Even if she won the subsequent rounds, it would be difficult for her to achieve the effect of damaging Kang Chui's reputation.
Meng Fuyao closed her eyes and quietly listened to the two people's breathing. However, there were too many people in the square, and their breaths were all mixed together. It was too difficult to tell who was not breathing.
Two arbitrators walked forward and carefully opened the tent to take a look. Then, they came out and announced to the crowd that the two patients were dying. One was suffering from leprosy, and the other was suffering from gangrene.
Everyone was excited. Of course, no one had much hope for Ya Lanzhu's witchcraft, but it was still a feast for the eyes to see the legendary Grand Chancellor display his amazing abilities.
More and more people gathered around the square. The commoners had heard about the dispute and wanted to broaden their horizons. The huge square in front of the palace was so packed that not even a drop of water could trickle through.
Kang Chui sneered and asked Ya Lanzhu to pick a random patient to treat.
Meng Fuyao was anxious. Just as she was trying to think of a solution, Zhan Beiye suddenly shouted from behind.
"Tut!"
The roar of a wild lion shook the five continents!
The roar of a huge internal force condensed by 120% of his Qi was like an iron pestle that could support the heavens and the earth. It was like a thunderbolt that exploded in mid-air. The fallen leaves on the ground swirled and formed a formless, sharp wind. In an instant, a nuclear bomb exploded, a tsunami broke out, and Gonggong knocked down Mount Buzhou.
The crowd let out a "Ah!" as they were forced to hold their breaths and gasp.
Gasp!
Meng Fuyao instantly understood Zhan Beiye's intention.
When everyone in the room inhaled, the two patients who did not take a deep breath could be distinguished from each other!
She quickly glanced at the two patients. One of them was motionless, while the other's breathing was erratic, and his fingers seemed to move slightly.
Meng Fuyao immediately transmitted to Ya Lanzhu, "The one on the left is dead!"
Kang Chui frowned and looked at Zhan Beiye angrily. "What are you doing?"
Zhan Beiye casually spat at Kang Chui.
"Nothing, just an itch in my throat."
Meng Fuyao immediately spat as well. Before Kang Chui could react, she giggled and said, "Ah, me too."
Kang Chui's face turned ashen. He was about to walk to the right when Ya Lanzhu suddenly took a step forward and said, "Our Fufeng Royal Family respects the right. If that's the case, I'll choose the one on the right."
Kang Chui tilted his head and looked at her with a gloomy expression. "If that's the case, Princess, please."
His expression was calm, but the corner of his mouth was curled into a sinister smile. Meng Fuyao's heart tightened. 'There's something wrong with this guy's expression. What's wrong?'
Ya Lanzhu walked over, but when she reached the patient on the right, her body suddenly stiffened.
She did not need to lift the curtains. With her martial arts, she could already tell that the person was dead!
Meng Fuyao's heart sank when she saw that. She didn't need to ask her telepathically to know what had happened.
She tilted her head and looked at Kang Chui.
With a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, he walked into the tent on the left. As he walked, a pale red light gradually appeared in the center of his palm. The air around him also seemed to become purer. There was a faintly refreshing aura in the wind. The people around him already showed an intoxicated expression.
The patient in the tent, who had been motionless all this time, suddenly woke up and moaned.
Although this sound was soft, it immediately made the crowd excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
"Ah! The Grand Chancellor is really amazing! He can actually heal from afar! "
"Look, the gangrene patient is actually moving!"
"The Grand Chancellor is an all-rounder …"
"Ha, why isn't Princess Ya moving?" Someone laughed. "Could it be that she's stunned?"
Amid the snickers, Meng Fuyao started grinding her teeth.
This Kang Chui was even more treacherous than she had imagined. He had actually predicted that she would send someone to check on him. He had purposely cast a spell to trick her into thinking that he was playing a trick of life and death.
What should she do now?
She was the one who had pushed Zhu Zhu to the heart of the struggle. If she did not help her establish her authority today, the last bit of her dignity in Faqiang would be trampled on. She would no longer have a chance to regain her throne. Even if she used force to help her regain her throne, her throne would become a puppet in this kingdom where witchcraft reigned supreme.
Kang Xiu smiled and slowly walked towards the tent. With every step he took, the red light became brighter and the sound made by the patient in the tent became more obvious. In the end, the patient even trembled and slowly tried to sit up.
Naturally, there was no movement from Ya Lanzhu. No matter how many treasures Meng Fuyao had given her, it was impossible to bring a dead person back to life.
Kang Chui smiled proudly and walked forward slowly and cautiously in the red glow. Meng Fuyao really wanted to strike him down with her Air Splitting Palm, but so what? Striking him down was equivalent to announcing to the world that Ya Lanzhu was up to no good.
But that was the only way. It was better than letting him heal the patient and embarrass Zhu Zhu. Meng Fuyao rolled up her sleeves and was ready to strike that bastard down.
Suddenly, someone took a step forward.
"Great!"
The crowd burst into thunderous cheers, naturally for Kang Chui. Just as Kang Chui was about to lift the tent, the patient finally sat up and slowly lifted the tent with his skinny fingers.
The curtains parted slightly, revealing the patient's deathly pale face. His sickly face was so real that anyone could see that he was on the brink of death. That was why his action of parting the curtains was so miraculous that it was astonishing.
Amidst the deafening cheers, the mockery of Ya Lanzhu was overwhelming.
Ya Lanzhu stood motionless with her back to the crowd. Meng Fuyao stared at her petite, slender, and motionless figure and suddenly felt a pang of sadness.
How much had this child endured that she should not have? How much longer would she have to endure?
The tent was slowly lifted, and the patient slowly raised his head under Kang Chui's proud gaze.
The first thing he saw was Kang Chui's face. He gave him a grateful smile, but for some reason, his gaze suddenly drifted away.
In the patient's blurry vision, other than the people who were very close to him, the other people's faces and gazes were naturally blurry. However, there was a pair of gazes that were like reliefs on an ancient wall that had dust brushed off. They jumped out very clearly and floated in the chaotic and blurry background.
He couldn't help but open his eyes and look at those eyes.
They were dark and deep, like a bottomless abyss. One look at them would make one feel as if they were falling into the abyss, unable to struggle out.
He felt as if he was falling, falling, falling, and falling into the endless abyss of darkness.
Then, in the depths of eternity, a spark suddenly floated strangely and silently. It floated, rotated, and rose until it suddenly exploded in his mind!
Boom!
Shatter.
A loud clang sounded out of nowhere, and the sky was filled with fragments of souls and dazzling sparks.
It shattered the last bit of spirit that had been gathered by the healing technique.
Back then, Meng Fuyao, who had practiced Cleaving Nine Heavens and gone through ten years of arduous martial arts training, had also staggered backward in the face of such sparks. How could a patient without martial arts, who was on the verge of death and had barely gathered a bit of spirit?
It was impossible to completely cure him, but the healing technique had temporarily pulled out his spirit. Now, the spirit that had been pulled out with great difficulty was destroyed by the Bewitching Spectral Pupil.
The patient's face was just half revealed in the tent. Kang Chui's smile had just appeared on his lips when the cheers from all directions had just reached the climax.
He suddenly let go of the tent.
The tent closed.
The shadow behind the tent fell straight down and hit the wooden stretcher with a dull thud.
Then, he spat out a mouthful of black blood, twitched a few times, and stopped moving.
He was dead.
This was not a loud sound, but it instantly suppressed the loud cheers. The crowd's cheers were suddenly silenced, and their mouths were wide open in joy, surprise, admiration, and shock.
Tens of thousands of people in the square opened their mouths, strangely silent.
In the silence, Yun Hen silently took a step back.
At that moment, he used the Bewitching Spectral Pupil that he had not used for a long time.
This ultimate skill was taught to him by his first master, who was a top figure from the underworld. Back then, when he was chased by the white people, he was accidentally saved by Yun Hen, who then taught him this ultimate skill and swordsmanship. He became famous early on, far surpassing the children of the Yun family. However, he rarely used the ultimate skill of the Spectral Pupil. It was a killing skill, but it could not really kill the strong. If he did not use it well, he would hurt himself.
He had used it when he first met Fu Yao.
She was wearing ugly makeup on Xuanyuan Mountain, and when she met his Spectral Pupil, she staggered back. At that moment, she recognized the Spectral Pupil, and her eyes were filled with shock and hatred.
That shock and hatred still made him feel ashamed when he recalled it a long time later. Fu Yao was so open and bright, but he had actually used such a hidden martial art in front of her. From then on, he swore that he would never use the Spectral Pupil again, but only double his swordsmanship. He wanted to be able to walk side by side with her, but he would never use evil arts to taint her purity.
Today, however, he used this martial art again, and once he used it, he killed someone.
Just because he did not want to see her disappointed or blaming herself. He did not want to see her bright eyes covered with a faint trace of blood due to anxiety.
Yun Hen closed his eyes, pursed his lips, and silently retreated. She looked at him gratefully, using her eyes to express her gratitude. Then, she immediately turned her head and laughed loudly in the frozen silence.
"Ah ha, so magical, so magical. I've only heard of treating people alive or dying. I've never heard of treating people alive before killing them. Grand Chancellor, your healing skills are really special."
Kang Che's expression was very ugly. The failure of the healing skill halfway was worse than having no effect at all, because it meant that the caster had used an evil method of gathering Qi. The evil method of replenishing Qi was to make the person regain the last radiance of the setting sun, but it was only to overdraft the remaining spirit. It was not a true healing skill. Many of the people present were experts, so how could they not know? This was really a case of going for wool and coming home shorn.
He frowned, a faint doubt in his heart. In order to ensure that Ya Lanzhu would not be able to cure the patient, he had indeed chosen the sickest, most serious, and most lifeless patient. But with his skills, even if he had used the Soul Gathering Technique to raise his spirit, he should have been able to maintain it for at least an hour. How could he have fallen halfway and embarrassed himself on the spot?
Meng Fuyao's merciless mockery reached his ears, but he was embarrassed and could not fly into a rage. The few arbitrators looked at each other in dismay. Seeing that the patient on both sides had died, they discussed for a while before saying, "Both the princess and the Grand Chancellor have failed to save the patient. The first round is a draw."
Meng Fuyao immediately laughed coldly, which made the arbitrators feel very awkward. There was no doubt that their judgment was biased towards Kang Che. Using an evil method to impersonate a healing skill should have been a loss.
The more Meng Fuyao thought about it, the more indignant she became. When she recalled Ya Lanzhu's lonely back view in the arena, she could not help but feel a nefarious fire in her heart. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Zhangsun Wuji suddenly smile at her.
That smile made her feel at ease. She knew that Zhangsun Wuji would definitely have some control over the next round. She could not help but curl the corner of her mouth and smile back at him.
The second round was psychokinesis control.
A carpet was laid out on the ground. Ya Lanzhu and Kang Che sat cross-legged opposite each other. A psychokinesis control competition had always been simple. Both of them displayed their abilities, and the one who could control the other would be the winner. It was a dangerous competition without the shadow of a sword. In previous competitions, many people had been driven crazy and killed.
Both of them had their own supporters standing behind them. Kang Che had a large group behind him, while Ya Lanzhu only had a few people. It was a stark contrast.
Ya Lanzhu, on the other hand, was smiling happily. When she sat down, she gave Meng Fuyao a bright and grateful smile.
She drew a big circle, including the few people behind her, and then pressed it against her heart.
The curve of her mouth was perfect. Her smile was as bright as the stars in the night sky.
Meng Fuyao smiled back and urged her to sit down. Just as Ya Lanzhu turned her back, Meng Fuyao's smile fell.
Was she helping Zhu Zhu?
Was Zhu Zhu really suitable to be a queen?
Yes, she needed it. She had to bear the responsibility of saving the royal family. She was the only free person in the Faqiang royal family. If she did not do it, who would? If she did not work hard, who would? Even Zhu Zhu herself felt that she had to step forward bravely.
However, why did she suddenly feel that the best thing for Zhu Zhu was not to snatch back her authority, but to continue being the free and happy Ya Lanzhu?
Meng Fuyao sighed and suppressed the strange feeling in her heart. She focused on the battle, but her eyebrows immediately rose.
Before Ya Lanzhu could sit properly, Kang Che suddenly said, "The queen misses you very much."
His voice was low, and it didn't seem to come from his throat. Instead, it seemed to be forced out from his chest. Every word was vague but distinct, and every word had an echo and the strength of a nail.
Ya Lanzhu's body trembled.
"Despicable!" Fuyao almost blurted out.
'This bastard, sneaking an attack on Zhu Zhu before she was ready. And his first sentence was such a deadly one.'
Zhu Zhu had just received news of her mother's death, which was the weakest point of her mind. Kang Che's question would immediately throw her into chaos!
Ya Lanzhu was indeed taken advantage of.
She looked blankly into the void, her eyes slowly turning red. "Mother …" she murmured.
"What do you want to say to the queen?" Kang Che stared into her eyes. "You haven't seen her for a year. She wants to hear what you have to say."
"Mother …" Ya Lanzhu's body swayed. "… I was wrong …"
She said it in a very low voice, but it was full of grief. The girl's soft and weak voice spread across the square, no longer as bright as before. It was like a fallen flower slowly drifting away from the branch, desolate and helpless. Everyone's heart tightened. The noise in the square gradually faded, and everyone focused their attention to listen. Meng Fuyao also swayed.
Fuyao was also swaying. Zhuzhu said she was wrong. What … what did she mean by wrong? Why would this child, who had always insisted on herself and liked to move forward, say that she was wrong?
"What's wrong?" Kang Che refused to relax and continued to stare at him.
"... I shouldn't have abandoned you, abandoned all of you …" Ya Lanzhu gazed at her mother in the air and softly said, "... That day when I ran out, you actually knew that the bundle outside the palace gate was left for me by you … I … I kowtowed to your bedchamber at that time … Did you know? … It's your birthday in two weeks. I … I kowtowed to you in advance … I was unfilial … I was unfilial … "
Fuyao lifted her sleeves and slowly covered her face.
She did not need anything to block her eyes. Tears would probably spurt out.
"Zhu Zhu … Zhu Zhu …"
'You live with a brilliance like colored glass, but you also suffer a pain as fragile as colored glass.'
There was silence in the square. Everyone listened to the sorrowful confession of the royal girl, whose infamy had spread throughout the country, and heard the endless pain and desolation in her voice.
Kang Che, on the other hand, smirked. Ya Lanzhu was easier to control than he had imagined. Her heart was filled with pain and hesitation. She looked strong, but she was actually riddled with wounds. He had almost effortlessly grasped her state of mind. All he needed to do was add a few more potent drugs, and this child would either die or go crazy.
"Since you know you're unfilial, why did you abandon your family?" Kang Che sighed, imitating the reluctance and pain of a middle-aged woman. "I miss you so much … I miss you so much …"
"… I … I …" Ya Lanzhu's entire body was trembling. Her eyes were fixed on the void, and her fingers were convulsing as she grasped the simulated image of her mother in the air. It was as if she had suddenly passed through the space between Yin and Yang and grabbed the corner of her mother's clothes that carried a faint familiar fragrance. It was so deeply engraved in her heart. She felt as if she had been struck by lightning.
"… I love him!"
"I love the man who washes his mother's hair! I don't want those men in Fufeng who kick over the basin of water that their wives bring! "
"Father loves you, but he has thirty-eight concubines! You've been silently lamenting your entire life, accepting one concubine after another for Father. You've grown old early because you can't sleep well every night. I don't want to be the second you! "
"I heard him say to his mother that he would marry a wife for her, just one. He would bring water, and the wife would wash her mother-in-law's hair. I … I want to be one of the three members of that family …"
"I only want a person who will wholeheartedly love me, a pair of people for the rest of my life!"
She threw herself on the ground, sobbing mournfully. Her thin shoulders rose and fell like a pair of slender butterflies, trembling endlessly in the cold wind. The crowd in the square began to fall silent. In the middle of the night wind mixed with the young girl's sobs, they all fell silent.
They had heard the reputation of the little princess as a love-struck fool for many years. They all said that she chased after men without any sense of shame, that she chased after them to the point that she abandoned her home and left her country. She chased after them until she lost all the dignity of a royal family member. Moreover, it was a man from a different race. The men and women of Fufeng deeply despised her. They felt that this love-struck princess had lost the face of all of Fufeng and Faqiang. However, they had never thought that today, in the square, under the control of the mind control technique, they could hear this young girl who had carried an ugly reputation for many years. They could hear her different views on marriage, her fearless persistence, her only obsession in this life, and her painful sobs that echoed in the air above the square.
They could hear her crying. "When I was 13, I accidentally fell off a cliff to look for him. I broke my leg and only recovered after half a year. It was the guards you arranged to save me. I promised you that I wouldn't run away, but I ran away again after half a year … I was wrong!"
They could hear her crying. "When I was 14, I smashed Zhan Beiheng's betrothal gift. My father made me starve. You sent me food, and I promised you that I wouldn't look for him again. After I was full, I ran away again … I was wrong!"
They could hear her crying. "When I was 15, you held a grand ceremony for me. But I stole the jewels you gave me and sold them for traveling expenses … I was wrong!"
They could hear her crying. "… All these years, I chased him for thousands of miles, for thousands of days and nights, but the days I stayed by your side only added up to half a month … I was wrong!"
They could hear her crying. "… I never told you that he fell in love with someone else … He fell in love with someone else … He fell in love with someone else … That person is very, very good … I can't compare to him … Mother … You've tried to persuade me so many times … I understand … I understand … But how can I take back my heart? How can I take back my heart? I've already thrown myself out … I … I'm broken … "
Fuyao felt that she was about to break as well.
She was on the verge of collapsing amidst the heart-wrenching cries. She felt that every time the pitch rose, her heart would be pulled up high, pulling out a bloody wound. That child's cries, that child's pain, she had always known, but she had always been fooled by the child's bright and brilliant performance. It was her wishful thinking that it was not that painful, not that painful. However, she was wrong, that child had never been a careless and emotionless person, how could she not be in pain? How could a child who understood love at a young age not understand pain?
She had always been in pain. She just didn't show it to her, so she just pretended that she didn't feel any pain.
How selfish!
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