"Ah!" Meng Fuyao let out a startled cry when the palace doors opened. She had never seen such a chaotic battle between hundreds of thousands of people in her previous life. Now that she was witnessing it, she realized that imagination was indeed limited, and reality was the cruelest.
In front of them, a boundless black mass of human heads rushed into their eyes. The vast Tianjie Square reflected the mountain-like palaces, and the moonlight was like water, but it was a mountain of flesh and bones, a sea of blood, undulating and struggling like wild beasts. The wind howled above the heads of the people who were fighting each other, and the howls carried a bit of blood and murderous intent. The imperial guards in red armor and yellow robes tightly surrounded the capital soldiers in black armor and golden robes, like two giant snakes, one red and one black, twisting together. Wherever they passed, howls and pieces of flesh flew together, and the blood was the color of the sky.
Zhan Beiye and Yun Hen, on the other hand, were experienced experts. They were not as surprised as Meng Fuyao and did not even look at them. They only cared about protecting Meng Fuyao as they rushed out. The three of them kept pushing away the entangled bodies, kicking away the fallen limbs, and stabbing the unconscious soldiers to death. Before they had even taken two steps, they were already bathed in blood, and their faces were covered in bits of flesh.
Meng Fuyao turned around and looked at Yuan Zhaoxu, who was sitting high on his horse. He did not look at the chaotic battle outside the palace, nor did he look at Qi's Imperial Army that had gathered behind him. He only looked at her.
In the darkness, his robe fluttered leisurely, dyed with the moonlight and starlight, like the robe of an immortal from the Nine Heavens. And in the bloody rain of the battlefield, his smiling posture of pulling the reins, was still as elegant and noble as before.
Meng Fuyao was carried forward by the crowd, getting further and further away from him. She felt as if his gaze was drifting like a willow's silk, like a flying catkin, pulling and tugging at her. Eventually, it landed on her back, burning her heart with a slight pain.
Meng Fuyao bit her lip, feeling a little depressed. 'Isn't he being too thorough in helping others? Why is he still here at a time like this? Why is he still making plans for Qi Xunyi?' She did not resent Yuan Zhaoxu for standing against her. Political decisions had nothing to do with personal feelings. From a certain perspective, she was the one who had ruined his plans.
She opened her mouth and had the urge to yell at him to run away. But after thinking about it, she gave up. Yuan Zhaoxu was a man with his own mind. She couldn't change his mind just because she said so.
She sighed softly and turned her head helplessly. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a snow-white plump ball burrowing out of Yuan Zhaoxu's arms. He was giving her a "safe journey" gesture.
Fuyao's face darkened as she cursed, "You damned rat!"
Zhan Beiye glared at her. "Why are you scolding me all of a sudden?"
"Sigh, you're not even as good as that damn rat!" Fuyao was infuriated, while the unlucky Zhan Beiye looked at her in shock. He had no idea what was wrong with her to make life difficult for a rat.
The three of them made their way through the chaotic killing field. Whenever they saw someone pouncing on them, they would slash at them. With their martial arts skills, the soldiers could no longer hurt them. Seeing that there were still many soldiers and imperial guards fighting on the streets, Meng Fuyao heaved a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to speak, Yun Hen, who was beside her, collapsed without a sound.
"Aiya! The poison has taken effect! " Fuyao reached out to catch him. His snow-white face had turned even paler. Even the thin veins on his forehead could be seen. Beneath his long eyelashes was a faint layer of black mist. It was a sign that the poison had spread.
She took his pulse and pushed him to Zhan Beiye. "He's already injured and has been holding on for a long time. He's exhausted from protecting me at the palace gates. He's already at the end of his tether. He has to be treated quickly."
"Let's go to my posthouse. I have good medicine there. You can also get someone to buy some for you." Zhan Beiye helped Yun Hen up. She nodded and stuffed a pill into his hand. "Feed him one first."
Zhan Beiye took the pill and fed it to Yun Hen. Just as he turned his head, he saw Fuyao dashing out and into an alley on the south side of the square. "You treacherous woman!" Zhan Beiye roared. He picked up Yun Hen and gave chase. Fuyao shook her head without turning back. Like a gust of wind, she swept past the soldiers fighting in the alley and shouted, "Brothers, the general has ordered that the man in black chasing us is a spy. Whoever captures him alive will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold. Kill him and you'll get one tael of silver!"
The soldiers, who were already dizzy from the fighting, had no idea whether the 'general' was on their side or the enemy's side. They subconsciously brandished their swords and blocked the entrance of the alley. The gleaming swords danced in the night sky, creating a snow-white arc as they squeezed to capture the spy alive! Zhan Beiye was infuriated to find himself blocked by them. With a flick of his robes, he raised his leg and sent seven or eight of them flying. Blood spurted from their mouths in mid-air, raining down like a rain of blood from the sky. The crowd was so shocked that they scattered and made way for him. However, it was this delay that allowed Meng Fuyao, whose Qinggong was pretty good, to begin with, to get far away.
Zhan Beiye stood at the entrance of the alley in a daze for a long time.
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