"Your Highness! Something grave has happened!
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Xiuyu's face couldn't hide her panic.
That's great, Linlang thought to herself. She had been worried that nothing would happen.
"What happened? Explain carefully."
The imperial concubine's slender hand was holding a plain bowl of goat's milk. The sugar sprinkled over it was like fine crystals.
After taking a sip, a strong smell immediately spread in her mouth.
Linlang covered her face with her sleeve and smacked her mouth quite indecently.
En, sweet and delicious.
The other person didn't see her small movements and thought the consort covered her face to hide the shock.
Xiuyu spoke with a grave expression, "They say His Majesty made a bet with the prince. Whoever hunted the most ferocious animal would be declared the winner. His Majesty immediately went into the depths of the forest to search. Later on, a tiger appeared, and His Majesty was inspired to give chase, but the imperial guards were lost."
"What? There was such a thing? No, I must go see!"
Linlang immediately put on a distressed expression. She ignored the servants' obstructions and ordered the guards to bring her along. However, the chief guard resolutely refused.
This was not a light matter. The person standing before him was His Majesty's favorite consort. If even a strand of hair was lost on her head, they could only watch on with fear and trepidation, to say nothing of going to the dangerous woods.
They did their utmost to persuade her to go back, their hearts dropping further as things went on. It was horrible. The imperial consort was crying in a brusque manner, not bothering to lower her voice in front of any of them.
Linlang acted out a weeping scene before this group of guards, who were absolutely moved by her grief-stricken performance.
Like that, the image of the deeply affectionate consort was easily established.
Xiuyu made sure to coax the restless concubine to lie down before leaving the tent. Her expression was as solemn as before.
A person dressed as a eunuch hurried past her and slipped a note in her palm.
She found a hidden place to open it up and was immediately stunned.
His Majesty, he...
No, Her Highness must not know of this. Otherwise, she'll become more desperate.
After destroying the note, she turned around and walked into the tent, feeling ill at ease.
"Your Highness, you shouldn't cover the quilt over your head. This is not good for your health." She lowered her voice and slightly tugged at the brocade quilt.
The inside turned out to be a bundle of rolled-up clothes.
"Your Highness!" She screamed in a loud voice and immediately alerted the patrolling soldiers.
When a group of people fell into the panic over 'the noble imperial consort's disappearance', Linlang avoided the guards searching nearby and chose some remote pathways.
It only took less than half a cup of tea for a chill to arrive from behind.
Here we go.
It's time for another show!
There was a smirk on the corner of Linlang's mouth. Turning around, she pretended to be pleasantly surprised and say, "Your Majesty!"
Then, her expression instantly hardened.
The visitor was dressed in a bright red riding outfit. Official garments, black hair, and a face resembling crown jade.
"What a shame, the one to arrive is Ben Wang. Is Your Highness disappointed?" His reddish lips outlined a seemingly non-existent smile, but it was an expression dipped in malice.
The man's eyes reflected her pale and beautiful face, and her lip-biting left deep marks.
Oh, afraid?
She didn't hesitate to stab him in the chest before.
It was just half an inch away.
Hah, his life was truly big for him not to have died.
That being the case...
He got off his horse and walked towards her at a leisurely pace. Every step was like treading on a blade, both graceful and fatal.
"Your Highness? What a coincidence, did you come to look for His Majesty as well?" Linlang forced herself to remain calm. Her fingers had already touched her waist where a small dagger was hidden.
He chuckled softly. The sweet-sounding laugh had an air of demagogy.
"Unfortunately, it's no coincidence at all. Ben Wang waited here especially for Your Royal Highness."
Linlang immediately fled.
Although her clothes are very light and convenient to move, men obviously had a great advantage when it came to physical fitness and speed. Wei Yu nearly overtook her without much effort.
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A cold glint flashed.
The man smiled as he held the dagger that cut through his flesh and stained his entire sleeve.
Linlang's shoes could not avoid the blood dripping down.
She seemed to be shocked by his brutal action of grasping the blade with his bare hand, and for several seconds, she could only stare at him in a stupor. Taking advantage of this gap, he immediately seized the dagger, twisted his palm to grab the hilt, and pressed it against the opponent's slender neck.
The guest and host were now reversed.
"Imperial Consort, Ben Wang advises you not to act rashly. This knife has no eyes. If something were to happen to your body, Ben Wang will not be responsible." He leaned close to her ear, and the warm breath had a titillating quality.
"What do you want? If it's to kill, then just do it." The woman furrowed her brows.
"Not to worry, Your Highness. Ben Wang will not kill you for the time being. The game has just begun. Right now, Ben Wang wishes to show you something good." He firmly tied up Linlang's hands as he said this.
Linlang tried to take him by surprise and kicked him halfway through the journey. While she did manage to struggle free from the ropes, she was soon recaptured.
The man seemed to enjoy her resistance. He had a graceful smile on his face the entire way, but it only made one's hair stand on end.
After tying her up again, he carried her to the horse and shackled her in front of his chest.
"Do not move, or do you wish to be trampled under the horse? Such a demise would not conform to your noble status."
Sure enough, once he said this, her vigorous struggle waned.
After all, girls always love beauty. Even if they had to die, they would choose a beautiful end.
Wei Yu bit her earlobe and carefully tasted it. The swaying leaves cast shadows over the delicate face, like a phantom that increasingly enchanted people.
"Don't touch me!" she said with disgust.
"That won't do. Your Highness must grow accustomed to Chen's violations, otherwise..." The hand holding the reins turned the horse down another path.
"Otherwise what?" Linlang provoked fearlessly.
"Otherwise... Ben Wang will take you right here." With his other hand, he touched the imperial consort's embroidered belt, its warm temperature penetrating her thin clothing straight to her skin. Linlang shuddered and didn't dare to move again.
Having sensed her anomaly, the man laughed in a low voice that made his chest vibrate.
"So sensitive, Your Highness."
"You're despicable!"
"En, Chen is a villain!"
"..."
Has this prince been switched out?
How can the painting style change to this!
Linlang, who did not perceive herself to be the perpetrator, ridiculed him silently.
Of course, she pretended to be humiliated on the surface and stubbornly turned her head to avoid his kiss.
To her surprise, he wasn't angry. Instead, he immediately rubbed his head lightly on her neck. There was a subtle sense of numbness in the limbs.
In this way, two people rode on a horse. Each one had ulterior motives in their hearts as they slowly made their way into a small forest.
Then, they stopped moving.
Linlang showed a cold smile. "Why, do you wish to dispose of me here? Being killed and dismembered in the wilderness is not a bad way to die."
"How can that be? Ben Wang hasn't played enough. Your Highness may be at ease for the time being." The man signaled with his hand then leaned close to her ear with a bright smile on his face, as if luring an unwitting lamb. "Listen closely to that sound. There will be a surprise if guessed correctly!"
"What sound? Except for the wind—"
Her voice stopped abruptly because, within the blowing wind, there were ambiguous moans of a woman.
There were also deep gasps.
Her originally rosy complexion immediately turned deathly pale.
"This, this is..."
Prince Wei was in a good mood and deliberately taunted her. "Ah, can't Your Highness hear His Majesty's voice? Why don't we get a little closer?" As he said, he pulled the reins and moved them forward.
Scattered clothing could be vaguely seen.
There was also a black hunting cloak, the same one that had been used to cover her.
The woman was thunderstruck.
"Oh, it's still not clear. Moving a bit closer should do." Wei Yu carried on his provocations.
"Enough," she said.
"Enough? How is this enough? This hasn't been seen clearly. What if the wrong person is recognized?" Wei Yu went against her intentions. There was a sense of delight in his heart.
Linlang did not speak.
Drip——
Her tears dripped onto the back of his hand that held the reins. Warm droplets merged.
The man's eyes darkened slightly, and the corners of his mouth had a derisive smile.
Hah, she wants to draw his sympathy with a few tears? Was lying to him not enough? Does she really take him for a fool she can play around with?
Wei Yu cued the horse to advance.
The pair only stopped to a halt when the scene was clearly exposed.
Tears trickled down Linlang's cheeks.
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"Even if I die, my ghost will never let you off."
Her voice was calm when she said this. It was like her heart had turned to dust.
This was obviously the result he wanted most, but why was his heart beating faster, as if it was going to be smothered?
Enduring the heartache, he prepared to stab her with a sentence or two when she suddenly fell forward and dropped straight to the ground.
Although stunned by the unexpected change, his body had already reacted by pulling her to his chest. He protected her as they rolled several times on the grass, but the other person had already lost consciousness.
Her face was abnormally pale and without vitality.
Wei Yu pressed her philtrum, but there was no reaction.
He hastily grabbed the hand dangling next to him and explored her pulse.
How, how is this possible?!
Wei Yu's eyes turned listless, devoid of any spirit.