Ke Luo Zhiheng was very worried that the King would really do that!
She was shocked by the drastic change, but remained calm and even rebuked him with righteous indignation: "You think too highly of yourself! His Highness the King is a noble prince of the Silver Moon Kingdom, of noble status, not someone you can easily trample on and bully. Your two ambushes caused the King to lose many outstanding talents and disturbed him. How dare you negotiate with him? Do you think the King is as worthless and demeaning as you? If the King gives you face today and listens to you, his reputation will plummet tomorrow. People will laugh at the King for being led by the nose by a nobody and a shameless scoundrel! I think you are a wolf in sheep's clothing, extremely vicious! You are ruining the King!"
After Luo Zhiheng said it, what she said made perfect sense, and that was indeed the case. Although Luo Zhiheng was exaggerating a bit, once the Prince was really willing to give them up, then the Prince would have solidified his reputation of being led by the nose by an unknown nobody, and he wouldn't be able to wash it off.
"What a sharp-tongued Luo Zhiheng! And what a beautiful skill you possess! But you will pay a heavy price for it! Luo Zhiheng, our lord wants you. Even if you argue until the heavens break, your sharp tongue won't save you today." That was the arrogant and contemptuous statement.
Luo Zhiheng sneered, "Oh? So what you're implying is that you'll take us away today regardless of whether the King agrees to hand us over or not? You really don't take the King seriously at all. Who gave you the audacity to be so presumptuous in front of the King!"
Luo Zhiheng was very cunning. She avoided mentioning her own abilities in every word, instead subtly pushing the Prince forward. She knew perfectly well that the Prince possessed the strongest fighting force here, and with his numerous male favorites and henchmen, this group of people clearly couldn't harm him in the slightest if he so desired. She and Mu Yunhe were safest only within the Prince's ranks, but she feared he might actually entrust them to this group. Therefore, Luo Zhiheng could only use words to force the Prince to side with them, to make him consider societal norms and public opinion, thus giving her and Mu Yunhe a sliver of hope.
Despite the unknown identities of the individuals, it was clear they didn't want them alive. Luo Zhiheng racked her brains, trying to figure out who would want them dead? Consort Li? The Li family? Or someone else entirely?
"Hmph! You can still calmly debate with me now; I hope you'll be just as composed when you die." After saying this, the top expert turned to the King and said, "Your Majesty is a smart man; surely you wouldn't want to get into trouble. I guarantee that no one else will know about what happened today. Your Majesty has absolutely no need to worry about your reputation. So, hand the man over to us?"
The King watched them with interest, but couldn't discern his true attitude. Instead, he asked Luo Zhiheng, "What do you think? If I really agree to them, you and your Mu Yunhe will be in big trouble."
Luo Zhiheng gracefully wiped away the blood that was almost flowing into her eyes and slowly smiled, "It's all up to the King. If you really have no backbone and are forced to compromise by a bunch of lowlifes, then there's no point in me, Luo Zhiheng, being on your side. Even if it's a fair trade between us, I still expect to be helping someone who deserves my help. Similarly, I, Luo Zhiheng, am definitely someone who feels the need to be helped. You should know in your heart who is closer to the King, me or those people, right?"
The implication is that if you have no shame and aren't afraid of being called useless, then you might as well hand us over to those people.
The King narrowed his eyes, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips. This was wonderful; Luo Zhiheng always managed to surprise him. Her audacity and wildness made him want to strangle her every time. Only she dared to be so presumptuous as to contradict, mock, and ridicule him, but he truly couldn't give her up.
The king's silence was so long, as if he was trying to figure out whose advice to follow. But this waiting made both sides anxious and uneasy.
The fact that the top expert dared to speak to the King in this way did not mean that he was not afraid of the King. He also felt that if the fight continued, both sides would inevitably suffer heavy losses, and they might even suffer more casualties. That's why he wanted to suggest that the two families could stop fighting and that they could take the person away smoothly.
Finally, the King raised his head and looked at Luo Zhiheng, a half-smile on his face, as if he were troubled: "You've caused me a lot of trouble along the way. Mu Yunhe just stabbed me in the shoulder! Luo Zhiheng, what do you want to do about this? If you handle it well, I'll wipe out this group of people immediately, leaving no one alive. But if you can't give me a satisfactory answer, I'll immediately hand you and Mu Yunhe over to them and let you die at their hands."
What?! Mu Yunhe stabbed the King?! That's impossible!
Luo Zhiheng's first thought was that it was impossible, but then she suddenly remembered that Mu Yunhe had asked for the dagger earlier. Could it be that he wanted to assassinate the Prince? But why? He knew that the Prince was his only hope for survival, so why would he still want to kill him? 16022192
Faced with the King's obvious predicament, Luo Zhiheng was extremely cautious. This man was neither entirely good nor evil, and since it concerned their fate, she had to treat him with care.
The top expert said coldly, "Your Majesty, don't bother thinking about it. Hand them over to us, and I will immediately have Luo Zhiheng killed to apologize to Your Majesty."
Luo Zhiheng suddenly looked up, and the King also narrowed his eyes. There was clearly something wrong with what this person said.
It was clearly Mu Yunhe who stabbed the King. Even if someone had to be killed, shouldn't it be Mu Yunhe who was killed as an apology? Why kill Luo Zhiheng?
Two clever people grasped the key to this seemingly insignificant statement. These women must have come for Mu Yunhe. They wanted Mu Yunhe but wouldn't let him die, yet they wanted Luo Zhiheng but wanted her dead. Or perhaps Luo Zhiheng's life or death didn't matter, but Mu Yunhe had to be brought back alive to their master?
In an instant, Luo Zhiheng determined that this group had nothing to do with the Li family. The Li family would only want Mu Yunhe dead immediately, not live him. So who exactly were these people? Who else had a grudge against Mu Yunhe?
"Luo Zhiheng, what do you think?" The Prince seemed quite interested and asked with a playful smile.
Luo Zhiheng could not hesitate. No matter how bitter or difficult it was, she had to get through this ordeal. She looked up and smiled, "Since it was my husband who stabbed you, then I will stab myself as an apology!"
Luo Zhiheng's words surprised everyone, but her next move shocked everyone even more!
As soon as she finished speaking, she swiftly raised the dagger, aimed the tip at her left shoulder blade, and without hesitation, plunged the blade into her shoulder blade from front to back with a loud thud!
This woman is truly ruthless! She can be so ruthless towards herself that she doesn't even blink an eye when she harms herself!
Everyone stared in stunned disbelief. A night breeze swept through, sending chills down their spines. Gazing at the woman's slender body, adorned with a uniquely sharp dagger, the blade gleaming menacingly in the darkness. She casually raised an eyebrow, the blood between her brows adding a touch of alluring beauty to her face.
Such a stab wound must have been incredibly painful, and it was a woman who had stabbed herself. Even the King couldn't help but twitch at the sight, and his male favorites couldn't help but gasp in surprise!
But Luo Zhiheng didn't even frown, and asked the King with a smile, "Is the King satisfied with this?"
She apologized on behalf of her husband, without complaint or regret. Regardless of Mu Yunhe's true motives for assassinating the Prince, and whether it was real or not, the current situation was undeniable. Even knowing the Prince was deliberately making things difficult, she had no other choice. If Mu Yunhe had indeed stabbed the Prince, then her own act, Luo Zhiheng's, wouldn't be unjust; she would consider it Mu Yunhe's act of venting her anger prematurely. She had already gone this far; surely the Prince wouldn't have the face to continue making things difficult for her?
Looking at the deep sarcasm and strength in her stubborn eyes, the King's heart clenched. He roared out his vicious words with powerful anger: "Guards, come out! All those who have ambushed me, leave no one alive, kill them without mercy!"
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189 Become a man like a god of war! Strip down and show it to me!
Updated: 2013-07-19 14:36:14 Word Count: 3446
At the king's command, several people hidden in the shadows appeared like a whirlwind and wiped out the group of assassins. The top expert was also swiftly and decisively killed by the king.
That night, the official road leading to the Southern Dynasty was stained with blood, and corpses littered the fields!
It was on this night that Luo Zhiheng realized that the King was actually a master among masters! A true master doesn't reveal his abilities.
Luo Zhiheng shocked everyone with this ruthless method and saved her own life, but the price was terrible!
Luo Ning Shuang, who had been captured by the assassin, now slumped beside the dead assassin, staring blankly at Luo Zhi Heng. Her hatred intensified; this disaster had all started because of the nude photos. Damn Luo Zhi Heng! Why wasn't she dead? She wished that one stab had ended Luo Zhi Heng's life.
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Luo Zhiheng calmly watched the assassins die one by one, then swiftly drew her dagger, blood gushing out like a jet. Cold sweat covered her face and body, but she gracefully turned and walked towards Mu Yunhe.
Everyone watched her turn away with a haughty air; her back was stubborn and slender, yet in the night, her charm and domineering presence were undeniable.
"My lord, let me bandage you." Lady Huoyun had arrived and hurriedly said upon seeing the wounds on the king's body.
The King withdrew his gaze from Luo Zhiheng's retreating figure and said coldly, "No need. Go and treat Mu Yunhe. I want him to live. This is a scheme I set up, and no one can leave prematurely unless I call it off. As for Luo Zhiheng, she also has to live well for me. I want to see if this girl can remain so stubborn and arrogant."
Unsurprisingly, Luo Zhiheng's actions today once again shocked the King. He had only intended to test her, but he hadn't expected Luo Zhiheng to be so ruthless and decisive. This blow hadn't just pierced Luo Zhiheng's body; it had also pierced the King's eyes. Having lived so many years and experienced so much, he, at his age, wouldn't have such strong emotional fluctuations. Yet, this young couple, who shouldn't have entered his life, had repeatedly brought him shock and emotion!
Didn't we already stop believing that there was genuine affection between them? But how exactly can the feelings between Luo Zhiheng and Mu Yunhe be expressed in words?
A person's actions often reflect their true feelings. Mu Yunhe risked his life to assassinate Luo Zhiheng, knowing full well the disparity in strength, yet he still went without hesitation. Such a peerless and handsome man. Luo Zhiheng, for Mu Yunhe, was willing to brave dangers and accept challenges and disasters time and time again, even stabbing herself in the process. How many women in this world could be like that?
His heart, which had been lonely and indifferent for so many years, miraculously began to beat hot in this otherwise bloody and cruel night. But if true feelings truly exist in the world, why could he never experience such emotions? The lost family ties and the betrayed love no longer belonged to him.
The king touched the blood on his shoulder blade with his fingers, his eyes gleaming with cold light as he murmured, "You'd better hold on to your feelings. You can't give me a change of heart only to fail to live up to it."
The long night passed in silence. On the tenth morning of their journey along the official road, after numerous delays, they finally arrived in the territory of the Southern Dynasty. With just two more days and nights of travel, they would be able to enter the Southern Dynasty's capital.
The Southern Dynasties, a place whose customs and traditions were completely different from those of the Mu Dynasty, a land of fierce spirit, warm-hearted people, and bustling trade, was the richest country in the land, the most peaceful place. Here, there was no war, no need for hundreds of millions of soldiers to guard it; it was a paradise on earth!
Because here resides a war god, one of a kind in the world for the past hundred years!
The God of War had fought on the battlefield for many years, conquering all corners of the land and leaving his name in every place. With his blood and unparalleled military prowess, the God of War swiftly crushed the ambitions and courage of those who came from all directions.
A name shrouded in mystery by history laid the foundation for the stability and prosperity of this nation, a powerful pact that ensured that neighboring lands would never invade! Yelü Cangsheng, a name that could almost be considered the second hegemon of the world, was etched into history. For a century, no one could break his record! Nor could anyone replace his revered status as a god of war!
His brief three-year military career etched his life's achievements into a record of 1,300 battles, all of which he won!
Luo Zhiheng leaned back on the soft couch, put down the miscellaneous notes on the customs and traditions of the Southern Dynasty in her hand, and moved slightly. Her shoulder blade still hurt a little, but she had also witnessed the power of Lady Huoyun. In just two or three days, she was able to heal her wound to about 70-80%, at least it didn't look so terrible from the outside.
Looking down at Mu Yunhe, who was still fast asleep, Luo Zhiheng felt a pang of heartache. Mu Yunhe was seriously injured this time, and Madam Huoyun had really done everything she could to save him. She barely managed to save Mu Yunhe's life, but in the past two days, Mu Yunhe had been in a coma for a long time. If he hadn't been breathing, she was afraid she would have collapsed.
If Mu Yunhe doesn't wake up, she won't know exactly what happened between him and the Prince that day. Xiao Xizi will never say this, even if it means death, but every time he looks at her, there's a look of heartache, admiration, and gratitude in his eyes, which confuses Luo Zhiheng.
"Does the wet nurse know about that God of War? Is he really that powerful? Does he have any descendants?" Luo Zhiheng asked the wet nurse, bored.
"The God of War is the first in the world in a hundred years. Yelü Cangsheng is a very legendary figure. He had many confidantes in his life. He was the General Who Protects the Nation of the Southern Dynasty and made great contributions to the Southern Dynasty throughout his life. His achievements were enough to make him king. However, in the end, he chose to leave the Southern Dynasty with his beloved woman after pacifying the world, and disappeared from the world. No one knows if he had any descendants, but every general wants to be like him. Rising rapidly in three years is not something everyone can do, and maintaining a winning record in every battle is even more of a myth." The wet nurse told her in detail outside.
Luo Zhiheng was listening intently when a hoarse, teasing voice suddenly came from beside her: "Aheng, you really want to become the God of War? Could it be that you and the King yourself will become the God of War?"
Luo Zhiheng looked at Mu Yunhe with delight. Seeing that he had woken up and was even smiling at her, Luo Zhiheng was overjoyed. She hurriedly moved closer, carefully avoiding touching his fragile body, and said with a sweet smile, "What kind of war god would I, a woman, be? I'd be so happy if my little Hehe could become a war god. No, my little Hehe will definitely break the record of the war god Yelü Cangsheng!"
She was just joking; she was overjoyed that Mu Yunhe had woken up. But Mu Yunhe took it seriously. His watery eyes held a deep, earnest gaze.
So, Ah Heng wanted him to become a soldier? He wanted to fight on the battlefield like his father, galloping across the land, he wanted to be a war god! To achieve great deeds and protect her! But with his physique, how could that be possible? He was destined to disappoint Ah Heng.
Mu Yunhe lowered his eyes, his pale, handsome face filled with desolation.
Luo Zhiheng realized she had said the wrong thing and quickly changed the subject, saying, "Are you hungry? You can really sleep. You slept for so long, did you dream about me?"
Mu Yunhe raised his eyes and smiled, "Yes, I dream of my Aheng."
His bluntness made her a little shy, but secretly she felt incredibly sweet. She pouted and looked at him, and they both giggled foolishly. The king ordered an execution.
Neither of them mentioned that night again, because it was unnecessary; the past was the past. If Mu Yunhe wanted to tell her something important, he would. Luo Zhiheng also didn't tell Mu Yunhe that she was injured. This rare, brief moment of warmth was shattered by the King's men.
"Miss Luo, His Highness has sent me to inform you that due to an urgent matter, the caravan must speed up its journey. The carriages will not stop any further, and we must strive to reach the capital within a day and a night."
Luo Zhiheng was immediately dissatisfied. Mu Yunhe's current physical condition was completely unsuitable for traveling quickly, but she could not stop the King's decision and could only snort to express her dissatisfaction.
"It's alright, Ah Heng. You've survived this broken life. If you had died on the road, it would have been fate." Mu Yunhe comforted her with a light laugh and pulled her to his side. The two of them stood close together, and their hearts calmed down.
Throughout the arduous journey day and night, Luo Zhiheng was constantly on edge, fearing that Mu Yunhe might be unwell. When they finally arrived at the capital of the Southern Dynasty, Luo Zhiheng had no interest in observing the local customs and instead checked into the royal palace in the Southern Dynasty. She immediately ordered Lady Huoyun to examine Mu Yunhe's health.
"You're just too tired, get some rest. You still need to continue taking medicine for your internal injuries. As for you, you haven't had your dressing changed for several days. Come here, let me take a look at your wounds." After examining Mu Yunhe, Madam Huoyun said to the nude portrait.
Luo Zhiheng blinked at her, but it was too late.
Mu Yunhe asked with a look of astonishment and suppressed anger, "You're injured? What happened that night? Why didn't you tell me!"
It's me again! Oh no, he's angry! Luo Zhiheng now understands Mu Yunhe's problem: whenever he says "I am the King," it means he's angry.
"You've been unconscious, so I didn't want you to worry. It's just a minor injury, nothing serious," Luo Zhiheng said coquettishly.
Mu Yunhe didn't let her off the hook either, saying in a way that brooked no refusal, "Where are you injured? Show me!"
"No! It's on my body, on my chest." Luo Zhiheng quickly refused. Wouldn't that give her away immediately? A bright, clear bloody hole was right there. 156.
Mu Yunhe was panting with anger, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Then take off your clothes and show them to me!"
Luo Zhiheng's face flushed red instantly, and she glared at him angrily! Mu Yunhe, you bastard, you flirted with her!
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Chapter 190: The Older Sister Mu Yunhe Speaks Of! (Bonus Chapter for 23,000 Recommendation Votes)
Updated: 2013-07-19 19:17:04 Word Count: 3582
Luo Zhiheng clutched her clothes tightly, her pretty face filled with a wronged and helpless expression. She looked at Mu Yunhe with teary eyes, her pitiful and weak appearance making her incredibly adorable to anyone.
Luo Ningshuang's fragility seems real, but it's actually fake and pretentious, making her nauseating.