Second update! That's all for today. I'll keep working hard tomorrow, haha. Still asking for recommendations, comments, and monthly tickets! Please give Huasha motivation and support, my darlings! Huasha will work even harder. I'm adjusting and will gradually return to normal and update earlier. Don't worry, my darlings, Huasha is a loving mother and won't cruelly mistreat Aheng. Let Xiao Hehe get back at the bad guys, even if it's doubled!
400 One needle to kill the Ghost King!
Updated: 2013-10-22 22:33:17 Word Count: 3607
The wet nurse was filled with regret. If she hadn't listened to her young master and pressed the pressure point to put the young prince to sleep, if she hadn't followed her young master's instructions to stay home and protect the young prince, if she had been able to protect her young master every step of the way, she wouldn't be so anxious about the boy. Even if she were to die, she could have been the first to go for her young master.
The wet nurse knelt before Mu Yunhe with red eyes. Mu Yunhe had just woken up from his sleep and was sitting on the bed staring blankly at the wet nurse. His gaze seemed to be blank and helpless, but it was too direct and sharp. The wet nurse even had an urge to smash her head against a wall and die.
Shame, self-blame, fear, and worry overwhelmed the wet nurse's calm and composure.
"What did you just say?" Mu Yunhe had clearly heard every word his wet nurse had said, but he still asked again, not out of shock or fear, but out of disbelief.
"The young master has been captured by Prince Mu, and his whereabouts are currently unknown!" the wet nurse replied succinctly and solemnly.
Mu Yunhe's expression was a whirlwind of emotions, shifting from bewilderment to shock, then to gloom, and finally to cold indifference. He suddenly sat up in bed, staggering forward, his body trembling, his emotions out of control, his eyes blazing. He was completely out of control!
Just as he was about to rush out of the room, he suddenly stopped, his fierce aura instantly shifting dramatically. He retraced his steps, and under the nanny's panicked gaze, sat on the bed and methodically put on his shoes, one by one. He seemed to have suddenly calmed down from a raging dragon; if it weren't for the bulging veins on the back of his hands, no one would have guessed that this sudden change in his demeanor was truly due to panic. He had even forgotten to put on his shoes!
"You're saying there are guards above the General's Mansion? You're saying that person is very powerful, preventing people from leaving and from rescuing Aheng?" Mu Yunhe's voice sounded like the sharp crack of ancient porcelain, capable of easily tearing apart any nerve as thin as cloth.
He was too calm; his sudden, profound calmness was baffling, and the shock and panic outweighed the fear. 1.
"Yes, that person is the guardian of the Crown Princess of Silver Moon Kingdom." The wet nurse's teeth were almost grinding together, and her voice was choked with sobs, more unpleasant than crying.
"Empress Xian? So it was her! Very well, I was indeed too soft-hearted." Mu Yunhe put on his shoes and stood up, his words hitting the nail on the head: "Since she won't behave herself as the Crown Princess, she'll never have peace. You can leave now, let me think about how to rescue Aheng. Little Fox, stay here."
The wet nurse was extremely anxious, but due to the circumstances, she could not leave and could only place all her hopes on Mu Yunhe.
After the wet nurse left, Mu Yunhe's gloomy and chilling gaze suddenly fell on Luo Erduo. Luo Erduo's pale face turned even paler. Mu Yunhe's gaze was terrifying!
"Can you sense how Aheng is doing now? Tell me, is she alright?" Mu Yunhe's voice sounded quite calm, but it wasn't hard to hear the overwhelming anger and coldness that he was trying so hard to control.
Luo Erduo really cried, not from the pain, but from being terrified by the terrifying Mu Yunhe: "It hurts, it hurts so much! She must have been beaten, and it must have been really bad. I'm in so much pain, she must be finished too. I still don't know where she is. I feel like she's really far away from me. I have to chase after her and follow my senses to find out where she is. But I can't get out of here right now."
"Mother is staying here." Mu Yunhe appeared calm on the surface, but his heart sank. His eyes flickered, and his thin lips pressed into a cold, indifferent smile as he dismissed the little fox. He stood in the room, deep in thought for a while, but still couldn't figure out where Prince Mu could have taken Luo Zhiheng. He didn't want to grow up now; he didn't want Prince Mu to capture Luo Zhiheng. All he wanted now was to find his Aheng.
A hidden cold glint flashed in the curve of his eyes, like the icy sharpness of a sword tip. He took out a strange, needle-like object from his pocket. It was four inches long and as thick as a baby's little finger. Looking at the silver needle, Mu Yunhe hesitated and was confused for a moment, but in the blink of an eye, the hesitation in his eyes was replaced by coldness.
Nothing is more important than Ah Heng's life and safety! Including his own.
He summoned the wet nurse back in and asked calmly, "What's the name of that person outside? Has he done anything wrong? Like murder or arson, which aren't considered morally right?"
The wet nurse had no idea whether that person had done anything wrong. Besides, what time was it? The young prince wasn't in a hurry to rescue his master; instead, he was studying the man. The wet nurse said somewhat unkindly, "I only know that person is called Ghost Emperor. As for whether he has done anything wrong, I don't know. But in my heart, he is an absolute villain! He personally sent the young master into Prince Mu's clutches and prevented anyone from rescuing him. Such a person is inherently wicked, selfish, cruel, and vicious! If such a person isn't a villain, then I really don't know what kind of person is a good person, someone who hasn't done anything wrong!"
The wet nurse's words were a bit harsh; after all, how could a servant speak to her master like that? Seeing Mu Yunhe's displeasure, and fearing she might anger him and delay the rescue of her young master, the wet nurse steeled herself and said again, "This servant begs Your Highness to hurry and rescue the young master. This servant fears that if we are too late, it will..."
"I understand. You may go and wait outside." Mu Yunhe remained unmoved. Only after the wet nurse retreated, hesitant and uneasy, did Mu Yunhe raise his head, his gaze deep and cold. He took out something resembling a talisman, used cinnabar as ink, drew a strange symbol on it, and then wrote a name. The two characters, written in a powerful and unrestrained style, exuded a ruthless and decisive aura as the dust settled: Ghost Emperor!
Find the straw doll you made earlier, stick the paper on it, then murmur a few words, raise your hand, and without hesitation, the silver needle pierces the little doll's neck, penetrating the name on the doll.
At that moment, the two people locked in fierce combat in the sky had just separated briefly, and the Prince was clearly exhausted and unable to continue. Injured and outmatched, the Prince was fighting with great frustration and resentment, and was also very anxious. He wondered how the little girl was doing, and whether Mu Yunhe could hold on. He needed to think of a solution quickly, or he really wouldn't be able to hold on any longer.
This is no match for him! That bastard Ghost Emperor is too strong! With him around, Emperor Xian is like a tiger with wings. Won't he be even more unstoppable when doing bad things in the future? This is terrible!
The Ghost King, enraged, showed no mercy and disregarded the King's status. He retreated briefly before flying back up again, kicking the King in the chest with ruthless force.
The King was terrified, his scalp tingling, and he felt he was almost powerless to fight back. But at that moment, the situation took an unexpected turn. The Ghost King, who had been fighting so fiercely and with such ease, suddenly let out a muffled groan, his childish voice sounding extremely painful and terrified in the night.
Immediately afterwards, the Ghost King assumed an extremely strange posture. His legs were stretched forward with force, but his neck suddenly tilted back forcefully, as if bearing some kind of gravity. Unable to withstand it, he reflexively retreated and fell downwards unsteadily. It took him a long time to regain his balance.
The Ghost King was unable to fight and seemed to have been seriously injured. The World King was stunned, afraid that the Ghost King was playing some kind of trick and dared not step forward. But the next second, the Ghost King suddenly screamed helplessly, and the sound was so sharp that it could almost pierce the sky.
Then the Ghost King's body plummeted rapidly, and soon crashed heavily to the ground with a thud. The pain he endured, falling from such a height and at such a speed, was unimaginable.
The Ghost King fell and remained motionless for a long time before convulsing. He couldn't get up and lay sprawled on the ground, his expression blank, but his eyes were filled with terrifying horror. He seemed unable to move at all, but he kept muttering a sentence: "How could this be? Why can't I move?!"
The Queen had already flown down and was taken aback when she heard his words. Then she thought of a possibility: suddenly being unable to move, as if possessed... The Queen immediately thought of Mu Yunhe; such mysterious and unpredictable strange methods could probably only be performed by Mu Yunhe.
After kicking the Ghost King several times, the Ghost King was truly unable to move. Relieved, the World King stroked his chin and sighed breathlessly: "This kid, he's really something else when he makes a move... earth-shattering."
Soon, the King's guess was confirmed. Mu Yunhe, his face grim, hurried over with his entourage. His expression clearly showed he was in a very bad mood.
Mu Yunhe stopped in front of the Ghost Emperor and said in an extremely disheartening tone, "So you're that overconfident clown? Trying to stop us? Do you think you can?"
With that, Mu Yunhe coldly lifted his foot and stepped over the supposedly incredibly powerful Ghost Emperor!
The Ghost King stared in utter shock at the young man who had stepped over him, disbelief and rage alternating, gradually coalescing into a fierce fury. Unfortunately, the truly powerful Ghost King had truly fallen into a trap this time, encountering a formidable opponent. His own carelessness had allowed this young upstart to ambush him—truly hateful! 17722637
Mu Yunhe went out and mounted his horse. Before raising his whip, he said to the little fox, "You'd better pray that your senses are right, that Aheng is not injured, and that we can find Aheng quickly and smoothly. Otherwise, you, Xiao Ming, will be finished."
Luo Erduo shivered violently. She knew Mu Yunhe's words were true, and she felt a tragic urge to cry. She hadn't offended anyone, so why was everyone taking their anger out on her? She also wanted to find Luo Zhiheng quickly, otherwise she would live in constant fear.
"Tell me, which direction is Aheng in now?" Mu Yunhe asked coldly and impatiently.
Luo Erduo nervously sensed for a while, until he heard Mu Yunhe's impatient and anxious voice in the air. Luo Erduo shuddered and quickly pointed to the other side of the road, saying, "Over there! In that direction."
Without a second thought, Mu Yunhe spurred his horse and charged off. The horse galloped, but it couldn't dispel the anxiety and cracked emotions on his face. Only one voice roared in his heart: "Aheng, wait for me! I'll be back to save you soon!!"
Sorry it's so late, I'll only update once today. I really need to rest now. Please give me your recommendation votes, comments, and monthly tickets. Group kisses, goodnight my darlings.
401. Brutal beating! Child? Miscarriage!
Updated: 2013-10-23 11:24:45 Word Count: 7600
This was a somewhat dimly lit room. The darkness before dawn made the room seem even more sinister and terrifying. A strong stench of blood filled the room, along with the sharp, piercing sound of something tearing through the air.
With a sharp crack, the whip sliced through the air with deadly force, followed by a muffled groan as it struck the person squarely. The whip pressed against skin and flesh, producing a soft, dull thud accompanied by a painful groan. Then, one lash after another fell without hesitation, each strike landing on the person bound to the torture device.
This was clearly a small prison cell.
The clothes on the bound person were torn, and the bright red clothes were covered in a sticky, wet substance that clung tightly to their body, making it almost impossible to see any blood on the bright red fabric.
"Why isn't he awake after being beaten like this? Could he be dead?" someone muttered under their breath, their voice tinged with apprehension.
"What nonsense! Didn't you hear her respond? She's still alive. This kind of vixen is wicked and vicious; she won't die easily. The prince has been terribly harmed by this vixen, and we don't even know the extent of his injuries yet. We can't show this vixen any mercy." Another person said gruffly.
"But...but she is the prince's daughter-in-law, the young prince's wife. If we do this, and they reconcile in the future, won't we be the ones who suffer? The prince is angry right now, you bastard..." The man who had spoken earlier said hesitantly.
The man behind slapped the man in front, saying impatiently, "What are you babbling about! This is the Prince's order. Do you intend to disobey the Prince's orders?!"
"Your subordinate dares not."
"Then hurry up! The prince instructed us to leave the demoness a breath of life, and beat her with all our might!" The man finished speaking fiercely, sighed, and then said sinisterly, "Don't forget, this demoness killed several of our brothers. They were our comrades-in-arms from the battlefield, like brothers, and she killed them all like that. It's truly... damn it!"
After the man finished speaking, a surge of anger drove him to raise his hand and lash out viciously at Luo Zhiheng's slender body with a whip. Instantly, a large gash appeared from her left shoulder to her right waist and abdomen, the skin and flesh torn open, blood almost gushing out, a horrifying sight.
"Ah!" Luo Zhiheng, who had been unconscious, groaned. The intense pain brought her back to her senses. She gasped for breath, her mind was foggy, but the pain was like a bone-eating insect, tearing at her nerves. She opened her eyes in a daze, feeling completely powerless and limp.
"Oh, she's awake now? I told you she'd be a scourge for a thousand years! This kind of vixen deserves a beating." Seeing that Luo Zhiheng had actually woken up, the man felt that Luo Zhiheng deserved a beating, and he wasn't so worried anymore. Still not satisfied, he lashed out with all his might with a whip, causing Luo Zhiheng's whole body to convulse and making her scream even louder.
Just as she began to regain consciousness, before she could even think, she was struck by a whip. The pain almost made Luo Zhiheng grind her teeth to pieces. Her muddled mind finally cleared, the pain bringing her to her senses and instantly giving her strength. She abruptly raised her head, glaring fiercely at the people in front of her. Her gaze was so deadly, so ruthless, that it startled the two burly men, causing them to involuntarily take a few steps back.
When they realized what was happening, the two men, feeling humiliated, lashed out with their whips again, striking Luo Zhiheng's neck and chest. They said in a vicious and menacing tone, "What are you looking at! You wretch! You're still alive after being beaten like this, you really deserve a beating."
Luo Zhiheng was whipped, and although the pain made her tremble, she didn't utter a sound this time. Her gaze grew sharper and colder as she stared intently at the two people in front of her, a faint smile of anger on her face: "Who are you?"
She remembered she could walk before, but what was with that ghostly face that suddenly appeared behind her? Was it one of Prince Mu's men? If so, why did it take him so long to appear and help Prince Mu? If not, why did he attack her? The man's identity was unknown, but his methods were extremely ruthless; she still felt excruciating pain where he had been attacked. She needed to figure out who was in her hands now.
"Hmph, you dared to set fire to Prince Mu's villa in the dead of night, and now you know fear? It's too late! The prince will not let you off this time." The burly man sneered rudely, as if he were looking at Luo Zhiheng as if she were a dead man.
Prince Mu's men!
Luo Zhiheng breathed a sigh of relief. As long as she was in Prince Mu's hands, it was better than being in the hands of that strange masked man. Moreover, she was currently outnumbered and outmatched, so she still had a chance to fight back in Prince Mu's hands. Besides, Mu Yunhe would definitely come to rescue her as soon as possible.
"Do you know who I am?" Luo Zhiheng's voice was hoarse beyond belief, but her aura was in no way inferior to anyone else's. Her cold gaze and indifferent demeanor made her appear noble despite her disheveled state, making her impossible to ignore.
The two men were taken aback. The man, who was always rude to Luo Zhiheng, said coldly, "Your status? So what if you have a status? Aren't you our prisoner now? Don't think you're so great just because you have the young prince backing you up, and that you can do whatever you want! You're dreaming! If the young prince finds out that you dared to set fire to his villa and even burned him, do you think he'll side with his own father, or with you, this insolent, audacious, and disrespectful vixen?"
Luo Zhiheng, however, showed no fear whatsoever. Her disheveled face betrayed no emotion, only her delicate, mocking voice rang out: "Don't you know that Mu Yunhe has severed his father-son relationship with Prince Mu? To Mu Yunhe, I am his only family in this world. If you dare to harm me, Mu Yunhe will not let you off. Furthermore, I am incomparable to Prince Mu. Mu Yunhe might do anything for me, but he will not show mercy to Prince Mu! If you harm me, you'd better be prepared to kill me without Mu Yunhe finding out. Otherwise, I guarantee that none of your ancestors for eighteen generations will escape unscathed!"
Her words were too assertive, too confident, causing the two men to hesitate, a sense of panic creeping into their hearts. But they were soldiers, men of Prince Mu, and Prince Mu valued loyalty above all else; naturally, he wouldn't abandon them. Moreover, Prince Mu was their master, and if he ordered them to deal with Luo Zhiheng, they would have no choice but to comply.
"You vixen, stop spouting nonsense! Do you think you can fool us brothers into letting you go with just a few words? Your death is imminent! You dare to defy your own father-in-law! The Prince will not forgive you. Save your breath, don't think we'll let you go. You killed so many of our brothers, you will pay with your life!" After saying this, the burly man lashed out with his whip, striking Luo Zhiheng squarely in the abdomen.
Luo Zhiheng felt a sharp pain coming from her lower abdomen. A layer of cold sweat instantly covered her body and face, and beads of sweat fell from her face in an instant. Her expression changed drastically, and her eyes were unfocused and frightened for a moment. This time, she couldn't help but scream. To be precise, this time her scream pierced the night, muffled, urgent and shrill!
The scream startled the man, who was about to deliver the second lash, causing him to instinctively stop and stare at Luo Zhiheng with a blank, wary expression. This woman was the most resilient woman he had ever met. He knew better than anyone how painful and powerful the whip was, yet Luo Zhiheng could endure it. Such composure and tenacity would be admirable in a man, but in a woman, it was terrifying.
"You...you're nothing special. I thought you were tough, but you still ended up screaming. Hmph." The man sneered weakly, but he didn't dare to strike her a second time. He just felt that Luo Zhiheng's current state was very strange.
Luo Zhiheng gasped for breath, her gasps rapid and strained. She felt utterly drained of strength, as if she had exhausted all her energy for this single breath, only to have it shattered by a whip. The pain was excruciating, a pain she had never experienced before. She felt a vague sense of terror, yet also a profound sense of bewilderment.
She felt something sinking down in her lower abdomen, and the pain was so intense that she almost twisted her body in knots. Even her breathing became light and she dared not exert any force. She convulsed from the pain, and the wounds left by the whip on her lower abdomen burned with pain. Inside her lower abdomen, something was churning and spreading little by little. She could no longer hold back her muffled groans, which sounded as if she was about to suffocate.
The person who had been worried all along turned pale upon seeing this, and pulled the burly man aside, whispering anxiously, "What's going on? I feel like something's wrong. Could something have happened? She looks like... she looks like she's about to die?"
If they really kill Luo Zhiheng, that would be a real disaster.
The burly man was also wondering to himself, but he couldn't believe that Luo Zhiheng was really so weak. So he said with a lack of confidence, "What could possibly happen? This vixen is very cunning. She must be bluffing to deceive us. Have you forgotten what the prince instructed? Just leave her alive and torture her as much as you can. If we show mercy, wouldn't that be disobeying the prince's orders?"
The short man fell silent, but his gaze grew increasingly worried.
For a moment, both men fell silent. They looked at Luo Zhiheng, ultimately not daring to use torture again.
After enduring the excruciating pain that made her want to bang her head against a wall, Luo Zhiheng finally let out a long breath, her entire body soaked as if she had been pulled out of water. In just a few breaths, she felt as if she had just escaped death.
Xiu Mei frowned. She vaguely heard the two men's anxious conversation. Her mind raced, her eyes flickered a few times, and then she slowly raised her head. Sweat washed away the messy dust on her face. Her gaze had lost its sharpness and intensity, and even the intimidating aura had disappeared. Her eyes were gentle, as if tears were about to fall, and gradually, fear rose in her eyes. She just stared blankly at the two men.
Under the flickering candlelight, her expression looked sorrowful, sad, and terrified, finally showing the demeanor of a typical woman.
But the way she showed that expression at that moment made people freeze, their blood run cold, their scalps tingle, and they were terrified!
What does it mean that Luo Zhiheng, who is more fierce and tough than a man and kills without blinking an eye, shows such a vulnerable expression? It means that something might really be wrong with her, that she might not be able to bear it anymore, and that they might have really beaten Luo Zhiheng into serious injury!