Tyrant's Consort Too Arrogant

"Shut up." He Lan Xue rudely interrupted him and said, "I only know how to do my best, I never know how to measure my strength!" He did not dare lower his head, his neck stiffened as he looked forward, "Yi Jian, hang on for a little longer, I will count to ten. As long as you count to ten, you will fall, is that alright?"

Yi Jian looked at the side of He Lan Xue's face, his handsome face was extremely serious, his eyes had a sense of confidence and domineering, he could not help but nod.

"Good — —" He Lan Xue steadied her sword, took a deep breath, then with all her strength, she rammed her elbow backwards — — In the end, his body was still made of flesh and blood. One, two, three... Even his shoulder and elbow had been torn to shreds by the broken bricks.

"Prince …" Yi Jian was shocked as he watched, exclaiming in a low voice.

He Lan Xue gritted her teeth. She was afraid that the moment she opened her mouth, she would vent all the strength in her body.

Eight, nine … Ten! In his last strike, he practically had his head and shoulders smashed in as well. Brick dust flew out from his hands as Yi Jian fell to the ground.

He Lan Xue caught him.

The eight people seemed to have just recovered and started attacking.

Holding onto Yi Yeyue's sword, He Lan Xue's last strike caused the already crumbling wall to collapse. He rolled on the ground, rolling across the stone tiles and quickly left the ruins, leaping towards the wilderness.

Under the cover of the terrain, they finally escaped.

After escaping to a bush near the lake, she finally ran out of strength and fell to the ground.

At this time, Feng Jiu and his wife had just come ashore.

Rao Xiu landed on the shore and rushed towards the direction of the Imperial Palace.

It was already late at night, she couldn't hire a carriage, so she could only carry her skirt and run. When she arrived at the capital, just as the city gates were about to close, Soo Soo shouted out, "Wait!" The soldier who was in charge of the door stopped and looked at her uncertainly.

As Rong Xiu approached, the soldiers held out their arms to stop her. "You can't enter the city anymore," they said in a rough voice.

It was impossible for her to do so. She could only reveal her identity and say, "I am the current empress. You must let me in!"

As he said this. Murong Xiu was full of vigor.

The soldier gave her a suspicious look. He was skeptical, but then he remembered: There was a rumor in the palace that the empress was suffering from a disease and was living outside the palace. It was not impossible to rule out that possibility.

"Hurry up and let me in!" With a sullen face, she put on the airs of a queen and scolded him harshly.

The soldier trembled as he looked at the sky. After thinking for a while, he decided to let her in since it was a gate that had just been closed.

Thinking this way, the soldier moved a small crack away. Without caring about anything else, Rong Xiu crawled into the crack and started sprinting towards the palace.

Coincidentally, the small patrol officer had arrived here. Seeing the situation, he asked the soldier, "Why is that woman running so anxiously?"

The soldier scoffed. "I don't know. He claimed to be the empress – probably a lunatic from somewhere."

Xiao Jin's heart trembled. He remembered that when He Lanqin had let him come over, he had instructed him to pay attention to any unusual movements in the capital.

Now, in the middle of the night, a woman who claimed to be the empress hurried to the palace. Empress Lan had just passed away, and His Majesty had added a new little prince as well.

Even though General He Lan Qin had already lost his life in the sea of fire, his little right hand felt that he still had to complete the task he had been given.

"Report all of this to General Chen who is stationed five kilometers away. Tell him that there is something different tonight." After giving his orders and thinking for a moment, he walked in the direction of the imperial palace.

He'd better find out for himself.

On the other side, Rong Xiu used the fastest speed she could muster to pass through the streets and alleys of the capital and soon arrived at the entrance of the palace.

In the past, Rong Xiu had come in and out of the palace many times, so it was quite strange to see her at first glance. However, he did not obstruct her and quickly went to inform the Minister of Imperial Household and His Majesty.

Rong Xiu couldn't be bothered to care about them. She continued walking at an extremely fast speed, heading straight for the Town Hall that He Lan Chun stayed in every night.

Thinking about it this way, He Lan Chun was a diligent emperor.

For the past five long years, every time she stood on the steps of the hall and looked out at the Town Hall, she could always see the lights burning in front of her. They were burning very late, very late.

Thinking of this, Rong Xiu's heart skipped a beat. She suddenly realized that she had been paying attention to him for a long time. When their relationship was at its coldest, she was also waiting for the lights in the Town Hall to go out so she could sleep peacefully.

However, at that time, she didn't know.

Like him, he had never known her feelings.

Thinking of the incident at the Pei Mansion, Rong Xiu's heart was filled with tenderness. She stopped in front of the main entrance of the Town Hall.

The door was brightly lit. A group of emperor's personal guards were guarding the door, and Rong Xiu was looking up at them, staring at the bright lights coming from the gap in the door. Her anxious and flustered heart suddenly calmed down as she walked up the stairs step by step.

The soldier at the front did not seem to see her face clearly, as he routinely stretched out his hand and blocked her path. "Stop! Who are you!? "

"She is my empress. Let her in." Before Rong Xiu could answer, He Lan Chun's calm voice came through.

Tears suddenly gushed out of her eyes.

The soldier, filled with fear, let her come and bowed to her. Without even looking at him, she walked towards the door calmly and firmly.

He placed his hand on the carved vermilion wooden door, then gently, gently, pushed it open.

Light poured out.

The people in the room were standing in the middle of the light, dressed in bright yellow robes, with a little gold crown on their hair, a book in one hand and a hand behind their back.

He turned around to look at her. His indifferent and cold expression remained as cold as jade for countless years, as if the biting cold of the sunlight was unable to leave him with a single trace of warmth.

Although the room was full of lights, they couldn't touch even the tiniest bit of his clothes.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at the scene in front of her.

"Where are the shoes?" He Lan Chun looked at her for a long time, and suddenly frowned and asked.

Before, when she was dancing on the drum, she wore shoes with thin soles. However, after a while, her shoes were broken and left by the roadside.

Now, standing in front of He Lan Chun was Murong Xiu. He was wearing a gauze dancing dress, barefooted, his hair was disheveled, and his face was covered in sweat. He was in an extremely sorry state.

When she heard this, she lowered her head and rubbed her left foot against her right foot, causing tears to fall onto her clothes.

He Lan Chun took a step forward. He picked up the sandals he had placed in the conference hall, bent down, lifted her feet, and gently put her feet, which were already red from the cold, into the shoes.

For a moment, she didn't know what to say. She just silently cried, and in the blink of an eye, she was sobbing.

She began to cry.

He Lan Chun, on the other hand, had already stood up, took a step back, and sat in the seat of honor, coldly looking at her.

His coldness always came too suddenly. While he was putting on her shoes, she felt that he was so close and so far away in the blink of an eye.

"What happened?" He Lan Chun stared at the pear blossom with a dewy expression and asked in a low voice.

Rong Xiu was still crying. All the way here, she only wanted to give him a warning, but when she stood here, she hesitated – snitch would mean pushing her father into a desperate situation. He had abandoned her at the last minute, but after more than twenty years of upbringing and days and nights spent together, she had been brought up by her father when her mother had passed away. Although the rich family did not need to poop and piss, it was their duty to teach and learn, to play with each other, and to not leave anything behind. How could all these favors be written off just like that?

"What happened?" He Lan Chun impatiently repeated his sentence.

She threw herself into his arms and sobbed, "Let's go, you take me with you to a place with no one else. I'll give you a lot of children, and we'll happily live together for the rest of our lives, okay?"

He Lan Chun's body stiffened a little as he let Rong Xiu hug him, his expression unchanging.

Rong Xiu hugged him, but it was as if she was holding a lifeless doll. She finally stopped sobbing and raised her head to look at him pitifully.

He Lan Chun's face was calm. He wasn't moved by her words, but seemed to be deep in thought.

"Your Majesty …" she called weakly.

However, He Lan Chun suddenly stood up.

With a clench of her tongue, she fell to the ground.

"Is there a problem with whether or not you keep them?" He Lan Chun didn't look at her, but looked ahead and asked calmly, "You're not sick at all. The person I went to visit yesterday was fake!"

"Your Majesty …" Rong Xiu crawled to the ground. She wanted to get up, but she felt completely powerless. She was as cold as an icehouse.

"Someone, come!" He Lan Chun said haughtily, "Help Empress Dowager back to the palace to rest and notify the imperial guards to gather immediately and surround the Grand Preceptor's estate!"

With that, He Lan Chun walked out of the light into the heavy darkness outside the door. The darkness that was as thick as ink engulfed him in the blink of an eye.

Rong Xiu was still lying prostrate on the ground, watching him leave in near despair. The moment he completely disappeared, she suddenly laughed out loud.

A shrill and mocking laugh.

When her husband and Feng Jiu returned to the inn they had previously agreed upon, they waited left and right, but there was no time for He Lan Xue to reply.

The rest of the people who were sent to rescue Yi Jian had already arrived, leaving only the eight remaining to carry Yi Jian, Yi Jian and the prince.

Feng Jiu's thoughts were quick. After a moment of thought, he knew that something had happened.

"Hurry and send people to find the prince," he ordered somewhat anxiously, "The main thing is to search the vicinity of the temple, the river, and the forests of the villages along the coast!"

Everyone accepted their orders and left. Feng Jiu exhaled and turned around to see his wife staring at him.

"Did something happen to A Xue?" the woman asked.

Feng Jiu hesitated for a moment, then honestly replied, "We did encounter a little problem. Moreover, it's so late, the prince still hasn't informed us. I'm afraid that the situation we're in is quite troublesome."

Her lover lowered her head and pondered for a moment. Then, she raised her head and said, "Then let's go find him."

"Someone has already been sent out."

"I want to go too." Her tone was not a plea at all, but a conclusion.

Feng Jiu originally wanted to retort, but he could not find a reason to convince his wife. He paused and finally compromise, "Alright, let's take a walk along the coast."