The second palace gate slowly opened. The three experts had worked together to seize the initiative. The 500 guards could no longer stop them, and the first palace gate was in sight.
At the end of the 100-meter-long bluestone passageway, 1,000 guards stood guard in front of the first palace gate. No one dared to shoot because the princess was being restrained.
Without the threat of the rain of arrows, the three of them walked more easily. Meng Fuyao even walked leisurely behind Zhan Beiye with a whip in her hand.
Actually, she did not want to walk in such a disgraceful manner, but the wound on her thigh had coagulated and stuck to her dress. Every step she took caused pain, and since it was not the time to treat her wound, she could only walk sideways to cover it up.
The careless prince beside her suddenly turned to look at her, his gaze sweeping past her skirt. If not for the fact that he was still holding Pei Yuan by the throat, he would have torn her skirt with his own hands.
Meng Fuyao did not notice the strange Zhan Wangye. She squinted at the pale-faced Yan Jingchen, who was guarding the palace gate. He did not look at anyone but her. Meng Fuyao pursed her lips. She knew that her figure was too good. Even if she had disguised her face, she would not be able to fool familiar faces, such as Yuan Zhaoxu and Yan Jingchen.
"Hello!" She waved her hand. "Young Marquis Yan, I've brought your poodle here. How are you going to thank me?"
Yan Jingchen's face paled even more. In the darkness, he looked as if he had been smeared with frost. His previous gentle demeanor was nowhere to be seen.
After a while, he said, "Let the princess go."
"Sure," Meng Fuyao nodded. "Open the door."
After a moment of silence, Yan Jingchen said, "Stay here and I'll let them go. Otherwise, I'll order an attack."
Pei Yuan turned her head abruptly, her pupils dilating in shock. Her whole body suddenly trembled, as if she had never expected Yan Jingchen to respond in such a manner. She trembled like a leaf in the wind, which fell helplessly and became brittle in an instant.
Meng Fuyao's eyes widened as well, and she hissed through her teeth. There really was no scariest, only more scarier. The last time they met, she was already so shocked by his proposal that her eyeballs almost popped out. This time, he actually said something like that in front of Pei Pei.
Zhan Beiye was already enraged. His fingers moved, and Pei Pei's neck bones cracked. He frowned and glared at Yan Jingchen. "Pretty boy, this king doesn't need a woman to sacrifice herself to escape. If you dare to let her live, then I dare to let you live!"
Yun Hen did not say anything. He merely took a step forward and shielded her behind him.
Yan Jingchen's expression changed. His gaze swept past Zhan Beiye and Yun Hen's faces, and a blazing wildfire rose in his eyes, causing his usually gentle expression to turn ferocious. The light from the torches danced, and his face seemed to twist in the heat. After a while, as if he had made up his mind, he silently took a step back and chopped down at Zhan Beiye with his palm!
Pei Yuan immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. Zhan Beiye swung his sleeves and said angrily, "Spit it out if you want, but don't let your dirty blood splash on me!"
Behind him, General Pei, who had rushed over, roared, "You brat from the Yan family, you!"
"Father-in-law! Jingchen is guarding the last palace gate, and this matter is of utmost importance. I dare not let my personal feelings affect this important matter! "Yan Jingchen did not look at General Pei. The veins on his cheeks were bulging, and his eyes were bloodshot.
Meng Fuyao looked at Yan Jingchen's hand gesture, which was actually directed at Zhan Beiye and Pei Yuan. She could not help but cross her arms and laugh coldly.
Thousands of sharp blades were pointed at Zhan Beiye and Yun Hen. Yan Jingchen's face was ashen as he stared at Meng Fuyao. "Come here!"
Meng Fuyao looked up at the sky and ignored him.
Yan Jingchen took a deep breath. He had been guarding the first palace gate today, and when he saw the Crown Prince escape, he knew that it would be difficult for the palace to be seized. The Pei and Yan family's dreams of glory and splendor would be shattered. There was no longer any meaning in caring for Pei Yuan, and seeing Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiye 'whispering sweet nothings to each other' made his heart burn with jealousy. In a fit of rage, he decided to take this opportunity to make Meng Fuyao stay.
Even if he had to tie her wings, it would be better than watching her roam the pugilistic world with someone else and laugh heartily in someone else's arms.
Yan Jingchen gritted his teeth, the words coming out from between his teeth.
"Come here! Otherwise, even if I have to sacrifice a thousand men, I will chop them into minced meat! "
Meng Fuyao turned her head and glanced at him. After a while, she said, "I would rather be minced meat with them, as long as you can eat it."
Her tone was light, but firm. Yun Hen turned his head and looked at her with a complicated gaze. The sparks in his eyes grew even denser. Zhan Beiye threw his head back and laughed. "Good, good girl! I've decided that I'm going to marry you! "
Meng Fuyao was stunned. What was this guy's brain made of? Did he know where she lived, how old she was, what her personality was, what her preferences were, what her bra size was, what was her father's name, and what was her mother's name? How could he say such things so casually? Was he joking?
After some thought, Meng Fuyao decided that it was indeed a joke.
She did not know that her laughter had reached the ears of Yuan Zhaoxu, who was about to leave the first palace gate. He was about to mount his horse when he stopped and looked down at Lord Ingot. "Hey, someone's trying to snatch my woman."
Lord Ingot waved his claws, as if to say, 'Snatch my woman, is it Meng Fuyao? Good, good, let's make it a happy ending.'
Yuan Zhaoxu raised his eyebrows. "Don't you think I'm losing face?"
Lord Ingot squeaked and excitedly revealed his chest, then opened his big buck teeth which he thought were very beautiful.
Yuan Zhaoxu raised his beautiful eyebrows and looked at him strangely. After a while, he said, "Sorry, I'm not interested in you."
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