Moreover, which top expert isn't an old man in his seventies or eighties? The youngest is at least forty or fifty. This woman looks to be only in her thirties, at most forty, but she is young and beautiful like a young wife. If she hadn't deliberately kept a low profile and made people ignore her presence, she would never have escaped the King's notice.
"I've seen this before, your wet nurse? But I never knew that this most inconspicuous person was actually your biggest trump card," the King teased jokingly.
Luo Zhiheng blocked the wet nurse's way and said expressionlessly, "What you consider insignificant is the most lovable and dearest in my heart. What you consider powerful may be meaningless to me. What I value is not only a person's ability, but also their heart towards me. Instead of wasting your time studying other people's affairs, Your Highness should hurry up and arrange the current matters. Don't let your debts delay your journey."
The King chuckled silently. He had experienced far too many assassination attempts since childhood; what was this? It was just strange that if someone were to come and ambush him, even if he didn't receive prior warning, he should be able to estimate who the assassin was. But this time it was utterly inexplicable. The assassination came too suddenly. Although it seemed meticulously planned, the steps were actually too chaotic, indicating that it wasn't well-prepared enough. It felt more like... he encountered them halfway and had no choice but to kill them!
"Master, we've made a discovery!" a subordinate reported.
"Speak!" The king waved his hand, and everyone's spirits lifted, all turning their gazes to the man.
"We found burn marks from copper and iron on the right shoulder of a dead assassin; it looks like a tiger!" the subordinate reported.
"White Tiger! People from the White Tiger Hall? The White Tiger Hall under the old noble family of the Southern Dynasty? When have I ever had any dealings with them?" The King was almost certain that the group of people were from the White Tiger Hall, but he was very puzzled. He had no connection with the Southern Dynasty, and even less with the Bai family. Why would the Bai family suddenly ambush and kill him?
"Master, we found another waist tag on someone!" Another subordinate handed over a silver waist tag with the character 'General' engraved on it.
"It's still the Bai family, from the Tiger Hall headquarters." The Prince chuckled nonchalantly. "Very well, I'd like to see what the Bai family is up to. Do they really think they can become royalty in a month just by adopting a son into the royal family? They even dared to lay a hand on me. Get ready and set off immediately. I can't wait to meet the Bai family!"
Luo Zhiheng was confused by what she heard, but she didn't care. She was just worried about what would happen next. If there were constant assassinations, wouldn't that be incredibly annoying?
She had just turned around when she saw Luo Ningshuang, whom she hadn't seen for several days, standing behind her. She was dressed in white even though it was late at night, and her whole body was visibly trembling. As soon as Luo Zhiheng saw her, she immediately said, "Sister, I was so worried about you. Are you alright?"
I was so worried about why you weren't dead! If that ambush had killed Luo Zhiheng, she would have just been frightened and it wouldn't have mattered. But Luo Zhiheng is still alive! Is she really a scourge that lasts a thousand years?
"Have you forgotten what I said?" Luo Zhiheng rejected Luo Ningshuang's kindness and instead asked coldly.
Luo Ningshuang choked, barely suppressing her anger. If she hadn't been terrified by the horrific scene just now, she wouldn't have gotten out to speak to Luo Zhiheng. If the carriage hadn't been impervious to swords and spears, she would likely be riddled with holes and dead by now. And Zang Tianwu, whom she had always considered her trump card, hadn't even appeared by her side. Meanwhile, Luo Zhiheng was extremely safe, with many protectors. For her own safety, Luo Ningshuang had no choice but to find a way to ride in the same carriage as Luo Zhiheng!
So even if Luo Zhiheng humiliates and hurts her today, she has to endure it in order to survive!
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185 Heartbreaking Words! Fate Calculation! (Bonus chapter for 10900 comments)
Updated: 2013-07-17 17:45:37 Word Count: 3519
"Sister, Shuang'er is really scared. It was so terrifying just now. How could there be so many bad people? Can Shuang'er ride in the same carriage as you?" Luo Ning Shuang said softly.
"No way!" Luo Zhiheng refused without even thinking. She was curious about Luo Ningshuang's brain. Did she think she was the leading lady? Did everyone have to revolve around her? Or was she a martial arts overlord who appealed to both men and women? Did everyone have to obey her every word? How ridiculous! Luo Zhiheng wasn't going to compromise herself by sharing a car with someone she didn't like just to be seen as a good person.
"You!" Luo Ningshuang was furious. Such a direct rejection, how could she save face? Luo Zhiheng was too hateful, that despicable person! Shuang was too much.
Seeing Luo Zhiheng board the carriage, Chun Nuan, who was so frightened she was almost collapsing into a puddle, helped Luo Ning Shuang up and said, "Miss, what should we do? Our carriage is at the very back, it's the most dangerous."
Luo Ningshuang's face was pale. She was scared too. Having finally been given a second chance at life, she didn't want to die here, and besides, she wanted Luo Zhiheng to die first. She really shouldn't have come along; she hadn't expected it to be so dangerous. But standing outside now was even more dangerous. Helpless, Luo Ningshuang could only return to her carriage.
The king's retinue dwindled to just over a dozen people, but none of the handsome men suffered any loss of fighting prowess; in fact, they made the group even more formidable.
They didn't waste any time and continued on their way. The ambush in the dark seemed like a joke; once it was over, no trace could be found. But for the next few days, the convoy was in a state of high tension, with everyone on high alert. Such a sudden and unexpected ambush was terrifying, as everyone feared it might happen again someday.
Luo Zhiheng snuggled into Mu Yunhe's arms, sweetly coaxing, "Little Hehe, are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"
Mu Yunhe's eyes were fixed on the book in his hands. He leaned against the softly cushioned carriage wall, his body swaying slightly with the gentle rocking of the carriage. His face remained indifferent, ignoring Luo Zhiheng, but in reality, his mind was already racing. The girl's soft body leaned unguardedly against his chest, and each sway of the carriage brought them into close contact.
Those soft, elastic breasts pressed against my chest, creating an absolutely overwhelming, fiery sensation.
Mu Yunhe was innocent and pure, but he possessed all the typical male reactions, even more intensely. He appeared to be sitting there giving Luo Zhiheng the cold shoulder, but in reality, he desperately wanted Luo Zhiheng to cling to him a little longer, to rub against him a little more. The carriage swayed more violently, so the two of them could be even more intimately pressed together. 15.
Ugh, that feeling of being powerless is back. He'd been away for days without being able to detoxify himself. Now, confined in this cramped carriage, with the two of them glued together all day, it only fueled his uncontrollable, fervent passion. But with Luo Zhiheng constantly before him, there was nothing he could do. Whenever this happened, the mere thought of that beast, the Prince Shi, still alive instantly extinguished all his anger; his erection no longer felt like it would explode. He was deeply saddened, left only with a burning rage.
Luo Zhiheng pouted. Seeing that Mu Yunhe's expression not only didn't soften but instead darkened, she completely lost her temper. She cupped Mu Yunhe's face tightly, looking at him with a coquettish tone, and said, "What do you want from me to stop being angry? If I hadn't gone out that day, my conscience would have bothered me for the rest of my life. I'm perfectly fine now, aren't I? Little Hehe, you've become naughty! You're giving me the silent treatment! If you keep this up, I'm really going to get angry! Don't cry if I ignore you!"
Mu Yunhe sighed, put down his book, and pulled her into his arms. He whispered, "I'm not angry. I'm just worried about your carelessness. You always put yourself in such danger. Even if you come out unharmed, do you know how worried I am? You're like this while I'm still alive. What will happen after I die? Do you want me to die with regrets?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Luo Zhiheng said coldly, pinching his chin fiercely. "Don't talk about death. You will definitely live to be a hundred years old. Why are you always so pessimistic? We are going to the Southern Dynasty now. When we come back, we will try to ride horses and gallop back. All the scenery along the way will have to rush past us. Do you think that would be wonderful?"
"I'm afraid I won't have the chance to see it," Mu Yunhe said with a self-deprecating laugh, his eyes dim.
Luo Zhiheng felt extremely distressed and shook him, pouting, "You're not allowed to do this! Give me back my old Xiao Hehe! You weren't like this before. If I told you not to cry, you would have sneered and mocked me, 'Who would cry for you? Stop being so conceited.' Look at you now, you look like you're seventy or eighty years old! I don't want you like this! Change back to normal right now! Just like those concubines of the King, have a complete transformation!"
Mu Yunhe didn't join Luo Zhiheng in her antics. Instead, he sighed and said, "Even if I'm not by Aheng's side in the future, Aheng must remain as strong and happy as she is now. That way, even in the afterlife, I will be happy."
"Why are you always like this? You're such a spoilsport!" Luo Zhiheng pushed him away and sat down to the side, fiddling with her teacup.
A deep pain welled up in Mu Yunhe's eyes, which could no longer be concealed and poured out.
Ah Heng, it's not that I'm trying to spoil your mood, but I really feel it; I'm not going to make it. Can you understand the fear of life slipping away from your body little by little each day? Do you know the despair I feel every time the night is quiet, the pain in my internal organs that feels like they're being torn apart by insects? Do you know I'm about to have a seizure?
Those painful days seem to be approaching again. Every six months, I experience a relapse, with excruciating pain and torment that intensifies with each passing year. But each time, I've managed to pull through. However, this time, I truly don't know if my already deteriorating health can withstand this ordeal.
If I don't make it through this ordeal and suddenly pass away, what will you do? What will happen to my Ah Heng? Who can I entrust you to with peace of mind? Who can take care of you and love you until old age? Who can give you a stable future? I know nothing, I can do nothing. If I can't even be sure if you will be strong and happy in the future, how can I leave in peace?
Mu Yunhe suddenly closed his eyes. There was so much pain he couldn't bear, but he had to. There were so many words he couldn't say to her, so he could only endure them silently. He couldn't bear to see Luo Zhiheng cry hysterically again, he couldn't bear to see her break down because of his impending death. Mu Yunhe thought that between Luo Zhiheng's desperate cries and the torment of illness, he would rather choose the latter, at least he could leave with a clear conscience.
Unwilling to let Luo Zhiheng see his ugly and terrifying appearance when he was ill, and unwilling to let Luo Zhiheng worry and be frightened now, Mu Yunhe fell into deep silence.
These past few days, Mu Yunhe had felt something was wrong with his body. He couldn't pinpoint the exact date of his illness, but he knew it was coming soon, very soon. And he had to kill the World King before this disaster struck! Otherwise, he would truly have no other chance.
How exactly can one get close to the King?
Seeing Mu Yunhe's furrowed brows and closed eyes, Luo Zhiheng felt a pang of pity. His health wasn't good to begin with; she should give him more leeway. With a soft snort, she playfully poked Mu Yunhe's chest and said, "Hey, I forgot to ask you that day, how did you know it was an ambush? And you were so accurate? Do you have super hearing?"
Mu Yunhe opened his eyes, looked at her gently, and smiled, "It's settled." 16007714
There was nothing to hide from Luo Zhiheng. Outsiders didn't know about his affairs, and even his mother didn't know everything clearly. But if Aheng wanted to know, he would tell her. Anyway... his time was running out.
Luo Zhiheng's eyes lit up, and she asked with genuine interest, "You can calculate it? How do you do it? Fortune telling? I didn't know you had this skill. I've never heard of it."
Mu Yunhe reached out his hand to Luo Zhiheng, gesturing for her to come into his arms. Luo Zhiheng hesitated for a moment, then, seeing his haughty "I won't tell you if you don't come" attitude, she reluctantly pounced on him, wrapping her arms around his neck and saying, "Hurry up and tell me."
“I studied divination, but I was too young when I started, and my teacher was an unreliable old man. Later, my health deteriorated, and I couldn’t continue studying for less than two years. My teacher said he was going to find some kind of magic pill for me, but he never came back, and my divination practice was abandoned. I only know a little bit, but I’ve never used it all these years, nor have I ever needed to. That night was the first time I used it,” Mu Yunhe said slowly.
"Fortune telling? That sounds amazing! You even have a teacher? You're really keeping your abilities hidden. But your teacher doesn't seem like much, having not returned for so many years. If you can do this, how come you didn't foresee that I would marry you by some twist of fate?" Luo Zhiheng was incredibly curious.
Mu Yunhe pinched her delicate nose with a helpless expression and said, "I've already told you, I've only learned the basics, not even the in-depth ones. Back then, my teacher said I had a natural talent for this and good intuition, which is why he taught me this. But this thing can't predict one's own fate; it can only predict the perilousness of one's surroundings through one's intuition. Do you understand?"
Luo Zhiheng nodded and said, "So, you actually sensed there might be danger that day, which is why you started calculating?"
"That's good."
"Wow, that's amazing! Then calculate it again! Even if you can't predict our fate, at least calculate whether we can successfully reach the Southern Dynasty." Luo Zhiheng urged impatiently. Damn it, she hadn't even realized she had a fortune teller like Xian'er by her side! She'd wasted so much time on this. She suddenly snapped, "Wait a minute! If you can calculate, why didn't you calculate it for me during the competition? And why didn't you predict the danger you faced that time?"
While calculating with his fingers, Mu Yunhe said casually, "What important matters can my half-baked skills predict? How can I predict for you when you're not by my side? I can sense if I'm in danger, but what good will it do to predict it? Sooner or later, I'll just die anyway."
In the past, even though he could easily predict the most ominous events, he never did so because he had resigned himself to his fate. But for Luo Zhiheng, this was the first time Mu Yunhe had ever predicted such an event.
His thumb suddenly stopped at the upper joint of his index finger, and his usually calm and composed face finally turned serious! And in that instant, he finally found a legitimate reason to get close to the King.
186 A Farewell Kiss! A Death Ultimatum! A Dangerous Clash!
Updated: 2013-07-18 15:16:51 Word Count: 7632
"What's wrong?" Luo Zhiheng noticed Mu Yunhe's unpleasant expression and her heart tightened.
Mu Yunhe said with a solemn expression, "If my calculations are correct, there will be an even greater calamity tomorrow!"
"What?!" Luo Zhiheng exclaimed in disbelief, still hesitantly asking, "Could it be a miscalculation? If it really is, is there any way to avoid it?"
"No." Mu Yunhe shook his head, his face grim. "No wonder I felt something was off today. We won't get through this calamity, and it will be even more ferocious. Aheng, I need to tell the Prince of Shi this news so he can prepare accordingly."
“Yes, we need to be on guard whether it’s true or not, but I’ll go tell the Prince.” Luo Zhiheng wouldn’t let Mu Yunhe see the Prince. What if the Prince really took her little Hehe for himself?
"No, I must go myself. If you go, the King won't believe you and will definitely demand to see me. Don't worry, I'm just telling the King; nothing will happen. You can't stop me from doing this; it concerns our fate. I know how to get through this, but I can only tell the King myself; I can't tell you." Mu Yunhe completely shut down Luo Zhiheng's attempts to stop him.
Luo Zhiheng's face was grim. She had her reasons, but Mu Yunhe insisted on this, and his previous calculations had indeed been accurate. Luo Zhiheng preferred to believe it rather than not, so even though she was extremely reluctant, she had no choice but to nod in agreement.
Mu Yunhe's lips curled slightly, his eyes flashing with an unseen, cold light. He had finally found an opportunity to get close to the King. This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance, and he would not let it slip by.
"I will meet the King at dusk today. Now, Aheng, please prepare a sharp, concealable dagger for me," Mu Yunhe said calmly. With a dagger, he could assassinate the King.
“Yes, we should find you a weapon for self-defense. Your wet nurse should be able to get one.” Luo Zhiheng nodded vigorously without question. She was worried about the Prince. What if he saw Mu Yunhe and became lustful, wanting to take advantage of her little Hehe? Having a dagger would be a good way to surprise that beast.
"But why do you want to see the Prince at night?" Luo Zhiheng asked curiously. Wouldn't it be better to tell the Prince earlier so that you can prepare sooner?
Mu Yunhe smiled mysteriously and said, "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed!"
The chances of a successful assassination are much greater if it happens at night!
Just as night fell and the caravan was resting, Mu Yunhe received a dagger from his wet nurse.
A cold glint flashed on the sharp blade, and Mu Yunhe's fingers moved lightly along the edge, his gaze seemingly coated with a layer of cold light, as well as a resolute hatred and violence! His heart was roaring with excitement at the bloodshed and death he was about to witness, and his blood was boiling wildly.
Soon, he could finally do what a man should do! Finally, he could avenge his woman with his own hands! That scumbag, he would risk his life to take him down!
"I'll go with you." Luo Zhiheng couldn't quite figure out Mu Yunhe's expression, and a chill ran down her spine. She had a bad feeling and didn't dare let Mu Yunhe out of her sight easily.
Mu Yunhe looked up at Luo Zhiheng and smiled, saying, "No need. Let Xiao Xizi accompany me. You rest in the carriage and conserve your energy so that Aheng will have the spirit and strength to protect me."
Luo Zhiheng raised an eyebrow and smiled smugly. Then, watching Mu Yunhe's limp body stand up with Xiao Xizi's help, he was clearly on the verge of collapse but was struggling to hold on. This made Luo Zhiheng feel very sorry for him. Just as they were about to get off the car, Luo Zhiheng suddenly said, "Wait a minute!"
She quickly opened a hidden compartment, took out a cloak, helped Mu Yunhe put it on, and then put on the huge hood of the cloak, covering Mu Yunhe's face completely so that the King could not see him.
"Wear more clothes to protect yourself from the wind. Be careful as it gets dark and the dew is heavy. It's best not to take off your hat when you get to the Prince's place. Got it?" Luo Zhiheng instructed carefully.
Watching her babbling incessantly before him, every word filled with her deep concern for him, and the occasional worry on her face, made Mu Yunhe's heart race, a mixture of speed, intensity, and pain. A bittersweet feeling welled up inside him; he couldn't quite describe it, only that he longed to pull her into his arms, to embed her firmly within him, so that they would never be apart again.
And that's exactly what he did!
He hugged Luo Zhiheng tightly, as if suffocating, desperately inhaling her fragrance. Mu Yunhe's heart trembled silently, filled with sorrow and despair.
Today might be the day they say goodbye for the rest of their lives! Perhaps this embrace will be their last. After today, Mu Yunhe will no longer exist in this world; he might die tonight. He knew that going to an assassination attempt against overwhelming odds would be suicide, but he still went without hesitation. Nothing was more important than her! This was Mu Yunhe's only belief as he carried Luo Zhiheng home that day!
This belief was destined to be imprinted in his heart at that moment, and could never be erased for the rest of his life. 16022177