"Yue Xilou, you traitor shall not die!"

Qi and blood surged, and a strong hatred that had never been felt before invaded Yun Shi's consciousness.

She jumped up with her eyes heavy with red and lunged at her enemy with all her might, reaching for his neck.

Yue Xilou laughed scornfully and kicked her backwards with a flying leg.

Yun Shi fell out onto the hard floor a few feet away, choking on blood and letting out a pained _groan_.

Wamochi stretched his neck to look at it, grinning imploringly.

Tsukishiro looks at the samurai on either side :)

"Don't just stand there, take her down and keep her under good guard, she'll be of great use in the future."

"Slow down ......"

Yun Shi forced to endure the pain of bones about to break trembling climbed up, far away from looking at the abyss Ya Qing, the expression of desolate:

"Your Majesty, I have something to say to you, please send the counselor."

Empress Yuanya immediately spread her arms to embrace and protect the teenager.

The teenager swung away from her decisively, rising slowly as he locked eyes with Yun Shi, and opened his mouth to pour out fluent Chinese: .

"There is no need, I have been studying your Middle Earth culture and language since the year I ascended the throne at the age of six, and I can fully understand what you are saying ......"

Ignoring the minister's stop, the teenager paused at a suitable distance and directed a pair of condensed and grudging eyes straight and fixedly at Gu Yunshi, moving: .

"You're the one who defeated Sakata Akira? Why, when I thought of you as a master I could trust, why did you deceive me, why did you try to kill me?"

"I'm not trying to kill you, and I'm not an assassin."

Yun Shi slightly drooped his head and met the young man's gaze, a thin shadow of a smile floated on his pale and thin face:

"Ching, if I really wanted to kill you, I would have had too many chances to do so in the past two days. The reason why I sneaked into your palace in makeup was just to have a calm conversation with you and ask you to stop the Ying army's invasion of Da Yi.

You can also disbelieve me. If you think I really deserve to die, you can use your sword to grant me death. You are the king of the whole Ying Kingdom, the leader of the people of Ying, you should have your own choice.

I would rather be killed by you than cut myself, much less die at the hands of one of your ministers."

"......"

The teenager's jaw dropped, disheveled.

"That's a lot of crap, why don't you pull it down!"

Tsukishiro snapped, ordering the samurai in Terra Nova.

"Hey wait, wait!"

Wamochi's burning gaze wandered back and forth over Yun Shi's body, and he couldn't lift himself up from his sticky pull.

He patted his big round belly and gently arched Lunar West Tower: .

"I say Tsuki-kun, put this woman in my room first."

Narrow eyes wickedly flying pick, Yue Xilou looked at the fat man: .

"Lord General, my humble servant would like to warn you that this woman is wild."

"Haha yeah, wild is good enough."

Wamochi led the way and ordered his men.

"Take away."

Yun Shi was dragged all the way away from the triad room by two warriors pulling on his arms.

She struggled and yelled.

"Haru, you're His Majesty, the Emperor of all people, and you have to stick to your own ideas! No one can make decisions for you! No one can-"

Deadly quiet.

Udine's eyes seemed to freeze in their sockets as she watched the woman hiss and shout away.

The young man's motionless back alarmed Empress Fuchia.

"Your Majesty, shall I send an attendant to escort you back to your chambers?"

"...all stand down ......"

The teenager's head hung low, and there was a hooded dampness in his eyes, as if a mist had sealed them.

The Empress Dowager had a heart hanging in her throat, while the courtiers and warriors looked at each other, who kept their kneeling position and did not move half a bit.

"All stand down-"

Uncontrollable anger abruptly broke out of his throat.

It was the first time a teenager, for the first time, had ever rasped.

The courtiers were trembling with fear and trembling, and they all looked toward the Empress Dowager. Only when they received the tacit approval of her eyes did they flee as if they were leaving a place of wrongdoing.

"You get out of here too!"

Under the teenager's ferocious gaze that forced him to look at him, Yue Xilou smiled evilly and shrugged his shoulders before lifting his feet and retreating.

"Why didn't you stop Wamochi from taking her? You're a woman too!"

Fuchsia Haru turned back, clenched her fists, and glared at the Empress Dowager with blotchy red eyes:

"You obviously could have stopped Warmao from doing whatever he did, but you didn't. You're cynical about Yun being the Ninth Princess, aren't you?"

"Haru!"

Seems to be instantly stripped of the last layer of cloth, the empress dowager expression shocked, the next moment raised trembling hands, cover their red hot cheeks.

"Ching, is this how you see your mother? Ah Yun was an assassin of Da Yi, and she deserved what she got!"

"Even an assassin has dignity, she shouldn't be subjected to physical destruction and trampling!"

The teenager back to point toward the door between the three sections of the sad frowning, the heart of the repression as if the mountains and rivers cascade, the curved will be difficult to calm.

He looked at his mother and clear tears slipped out of the corners of his eyes: the

"Yun didn't lie, she's not an assassin. I've been with her for the past two days, and even though I couldn't do it in the meal, she could have found another opportunity if she wanted me dead, but she didn't.

She taught me so much in just two days, and it was the most fun I've had in fourteen years."

The sound grew deeper and deeper until it choked and disappeared.

The teenager turned jadedly, shuffling his heavy steps as he turned out of the barricaded door, living like a walking corpse.

He returned to his room and stood motionless with a blank expression.

Haru, you're the Emperor of all people, you have to stick to your own ideas, no one can make decisions for you-

I'd rather be killed by you than cut myself, and I don't want to die at the hands of your ministers-

Her voice rang out again in his dazed, numb mind, sure and steady and calm.

He seemed to see her standing in front of him again, a pair of eyes black bright, inside the calm but clear austere light seems to have an inexplicable power, see his heart slightly pain.

The teenager stared, steeply grabbed the long knife that lay across the knife rack, and dropped out of the room.

Second floor.

Yun Shi slowly backed up on the smooth upper floor, wary of Washio's next move at the same time, her eyes sweeping all corners of the room for a weapon she could use in self-defense.

"Heh heh heh heh, little sheep, just be good and I'll never hurt you ......"

Wamochi was satisfied with Yun Shi's reaction, and while taking off his outer robe, he approached her with an evil smile.

Yun Shi made a stern sidestep and rolled on the ground to the side of the bar was about to copy the long knife when a sharp pain shot through his belly.

Wamochi had anticipated her motives, and with that, he snatched up and aimed a kick at the small of her back to knock her over, then pinned her down with his fat body.

"Let go and get out-"

Yun Shi cursed in Chinese.

The door was pulled open.

Wamo Cut abruptly stopped his aggression and turned his head to see Fuchi Masaru standing in the door with a long knife in her hand.

Kazuma looks stunned, slowly straightens his upper body, he laughs.

"Behold, the king is infuriated and is coming to sanction the female assassin himself. However, please withdraw first and leave some time for my minister to enjoy ......"

"Give her to me."

The teenager looked at the fat man and spat out a brief sentence without warmth.

"...... what?"

Wamochi froze again, blinking his flesh-bubble eyes and stubbing his ears.

"I'm sorry I didn't hear you, please repeat it, Your Majesty."

"Give me that woman!"

The teenager shouted indignantly.

"Hahahaha, I understand," Wamo laughed obscenely, rubbing his rumbling belly: the

"The king has grown up and is old enough to know how to want a woman."

"Give me that woman-"

A cold light accompanied by an ear-piercing clang swept past Wamo Cut's eyes.

The fat man stepped back in fear, watching the sharp long knife in the teenager's hand pointing straight at him, showing disbelief.

The young man's thin lips were taut, and his eyes, which were open to the limit, radiated an intense coldness, like a cold, transparent flame that had been suppressed and solidified for many years and had not been allowed to explode, finally breaking out of its cage at this moment, and burning up everything in an instant!

It was the first time Wamochi had seen such an expression on a teenager's face!

"Hmmm, interesting ......"

A careless smile tightened from the man's fat, vain white face: the

"You think you're really qualified to fight me?!"

The man's thick arm swung over the long case, and in the blink of an eye, he had a sword in his hand, and with a white flash of "miso", the sword was already out of its sheath.

"You're nothing but a milquetoast brat, how dare you scream at me-"

Kazumo Kage was thoroughly enraged, his samurai background and his middle-aged out-of-shape physique didn't affect his force value or lethality.

A few diagonal chops and sweeps, as fast as lightning and wind, full of power, hit the teenager back one after another, only barely able to fight, unable to fight back.

After a cracking brocade sound, the teenager's long knife was dislodged, and he was counter-attacked by Wamo Cut.

"Haru-"

Yunoshi bent her head and rushed to pick up the knife, and Wamojaku smacked her in the face.

Yun Shi fell to the ground and was unable to get up again, only feeling that his nose and mouth were hot and fishy and salty, and his eyes were flashing with gold stars.

Wamochi pressed his sharp blade against the teenager's throat and watched as a blazing red light rolled in his furious eyes, filled with bloodthirsty wariness.

"Oh, to strike with a minister over a prisoner, a man like you doesn't deserve to be an emperor!"

The man smiles a cold smile.

"In that case, let me finish you off, and then help Abashiri Yato take the throne. ......"

"Stop."

A cool voice rang out from the door, stopping the man's sin.

Empress Dowager Yuan Ya walked in with a high and elegant demeanor, her eyes smiling warmly.

"General Wamo, there are some things I need to say to His Excellency alone, could you let go of my son first."

Receiving the woman's hint, the fat man calmed his irritation slightly and rose to collect his knife.

"Haru, take the Ninth Princess out of here."

"Mother ......"

The teenager looked at her uneasily.

"Quick-"

The woman repeated with a sullen face and an aggravated tone.

The teenager's figure shook, no longer retorting, pulling Yun Shi out of the house.

"The Empress Dowager ran alone to my room at this late hour, which ......"

Kazuma's cropped goldfish eyes narrowed into a fleshy _slit_ as he watched the woman gently pull the barricaded door shut, the _fire_ in the bottom of his eyes sizzling.

The woman didn't answer, bearing his pleading gaze and pursing her lips in a wintry smile.

Her delicate fingers peeled back the bodice as she slowly removed the cherry blossom gown ......