Chapter 8

Sang Yuanyuan suddenly felt a surge of impulse.

She wanted to leave this dark place more than ever and go to Sang Province.

Away from these terrifying people.

Han Shaoling raised his hand and pressed it heavily on her shoulder.

She did not dare to move at all, as if a predator had caught his prey by the throat.

She knew that if Han Shaoling really did such a terrible thing to Meng Wuyou, then he would no longer have the slightest bit of guilt in front of her. He would openly enter the hall and completely possess her.

She would accompany such a man and share him with a body that was neither human nor ghost for the rest of her life.

Her heart trembled slightly, but her posture remained upright, and her expression was completely calm.

At this moment, she could only pray that Meng Wuyou would continue to have good luck.

Han Shaoling's face was still a bit pale, but he no longer looked shocked and dispirited. He waved the maid away and let Sang Yuanyuan pour him a cup of wine.

"To You Province's King!" Han Shaoling smiled and drank the wine. He said loudly, "Sanger, fill it up!"

Sang Yuanyuan served the wine and sat quietly to the side.

She felt like a good girl who had been kidnapped into a mountain village.

Sitting beside Han Shaoling, she could see You Wuming as long as she raised her eyes slightly.

You Wuming seemed to be a bit dispirited. He raised his chin slightly and looked at the starry sky outside the hall as he poured himself a cup of wine.

"Heh." Suddenly, he laughed softly and said, "Han Province's King, are you that afraid of me?"

Han Shaoling's thick brows slightly knitted. His cold and probing gaze fell on the other's delicate Adam's apple.

You Wuming said carelessly, "This play comes one after another. Are you afraid that I will be bored out of my wits and slaughter your entire capital?"

Han Shaoling followed his gaze and saw that under the thick smoke, a fierce flame had already jumped out of the eaves.

The messenger hurriedly rushed over: "Report — Cool Palace Hall is on fire. The fire borrowed the strength of the wind and spread to Phoenix Void Palace Hall!

Commander is already putting out the fire with all his might! "

You Wuming didn't treat himself as an outsider at all. Hearing this, he propped himself up on the table and walked out lazily.

Han Shaoling took a deep breath and strode after him.

The officials in the hall hurriedly pushed away their desks and got up, following their king to the scene of the incident.

Ling Gu took a cloak from the servant girl's tray and tied it around Sang Yuanyuan's shoulders, then supported her to watch the show from afar.

The fire started in the Qingliang Palace.

Han Shaoling had just ordered his personal guards to attack Meng Wuyou in the Qingliang Palace.

Something happened just like that.

The guards in the palace were all cultivators. They carried huge wooden buckets filled with water, took water from the moat, ran back, and poured a ton of water onto the fire.

There were also people who soared up and poured the entire bucket of water down from the top of the palace, making a huge boom and splashing countless white water droplets.

There were many wooden decorations in the harem. There were huge carved wooden windows and wooden doors that connected to the roof. There were also layers of curtains in the palace. That was why the fire started quickly.

The fire was quickly put out, leaving only the billowing smoke.

The Qingliang Palace Hall was burned to the core. The Phoenix Void Palace Hall beside it was also burned to the ground.

The situation was settled. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and began to prepare for the aftermath.

The guard commander's expression was conflicted as he escorted two drenched people to Han Shaoling.

You Yingyue and Jiang Jinyuan.

Han Shaoling: "…"

Sang Yuanyuan: "…"

This was purely an accident.

She only wanted to save Jiang Jinyuan's life and scare You Yingyue.

Who would have thought that there would be a fire?

You Yingyue was really scared. Like a little chick, she hugged Han Shaoling and refused to let go. "Han Lang!

Han Lang!

He, he ran into my palace and set me on fire!

Han Lang, please seek justice for me … I'm so scared, sob sob sob … "

You Yingyue was so arrogant in the past. A large part of the reason was that she had Gray Robe, a Spiritual Brilliance Realm expert by her side. She killed people and set fires, and Gray Robe would always clean up the mess for her.

Now that Gray Robe was executed by Han Shaoling, it was as if she had lost her eyes and arms. If something happened again, her mind would immediately collapse.

Jiang Jinyuan was also scared out of his wits.

He was awakened by smoke. When he opened his eyes in a daze, he realized that he was lying on the same bed as Han Shaoling's mistress. Thick smoke was billowing outside the tent. He was scared out of his wits. He immediately woke You Yingyue up and asked her to escape.

In the end, this woman did not know what was going on, and actually pulled him and yelled. Just as the two of them were entangled, they saw someone carrying a huge bucket rush into the hall, and the man and woman on the bed were chilled to the core.

There was no way to explain.

"Teacher, I didn't set the fire.

I also don't know why I was there … I didn't do anything, really teacher … "Jiang Jinyuan was like a little pheasant that had been hit by a rainstorm. He was listless.

"Han Lang, please seek justice for me … sob sob sob sob … gah!"

You Yingyue was crying halfway when she suddenly saw You Wuming looking at her with a smile that was not a smile. She was so scared that she held back her tears and snot. Her soaked clothes seemed to have frozen in an instant, causing her to shiver like a sieve.

"Wang Wang Wang, Brother." She let go of Han Shaoling. Her legs trembled as she moved toward You Wuming.

She wanted to bow gracefully, but halfway there, her legs went soft and she fell straight down. She took the opportunity to prostrate herself in front of You Wuming.

You Wuming laughed softly.

"Wang Mei, I haven't seen you for many years. You are more polite than before.

It seems that the State of Han has taught you well. "

When this person opened his mouth, it was as if he had a halo of silence. The surroundings were instantly silent.

The occasional crackling of charred wood was abnormally abrupt.

Jiang Jinyuan was also scared out of his wits.

The entire ruins of the fire were like a silent enchantment, strangely stagnant. All the focus was on You Yingyue, waiting for her to break the deadlock.

You Yingyue directly fainted.

You Wuming had a strange expression on his face. He took two steps forward, extended a hand, and used his thumb and forefinger to pinch the thick circle of decorative patterns on the back of You Yingyue's collar. As if he was picking up a small insect, he lifted her upper body.

He bowed slightly, tilted his head, and looked at You Yingyue's face. Then he looked very innocently at Han Shaoling. "Wang Mei saw me and was so happy that she fainted."

He left You Yingyue and stood up. He used another piece of silk cloth to wipe his hands, and looked at Jiang Jinyuan from the corner of his eyes.

Jiang Jinyuan was so scared that he shrank behind Han Shaoling.

"Ah," You Wuming sighed. "The State of Han's King is truly generous. An honored guest from Tiandu has arrived, yet he has allowed my Wang Mei to receive him with great hospitality … Such thorough etiquette."

Han Shaoling's face turned green. He carefully protected Jiang Jinyuan behind him. He said coldly, "You Zhou's King, be careful with your words.

There must be a misunderstanding. "

His personal guards had already surrounded Jiang Jinyuan, carefully surrounding him in the center to prevent You Wuming from suddenly attacking.

Everyone felt that today's matter would be difficult to resolve.

However, You Wuming smiled and crossed his arms, his expression even more harmless. "I am somewhat more valuable than Little Nephew Jiang. I believe that Brother Han will not disappoint me."

Han Shaoling's face turned even greener.

You Wuming laughed like a little devil. "Don't send me any more fakes. I want Princess Sang."

As he spoke, he tilted his head and looked at Sang Yuanyuan from afar. His gaze was meaningful.

Han Shaoling stifled a mouthful of anger in his heart. Just as he was about to explode, he saw You Wuming gracefully turn around and walk away.

Sang Yuanyuan pressed down on the furious Ling Gu.

"It's fine." She didn't care at all.

She turned around and walked back to her Huiyun Palace.

Han Shaoling's cold and deep voice floated from afar. "Protect Madam with all your strength. Tonight, anyone who approaches Huiyun Palace … Kill without mercy!"

Sang Yuanyuan didn't think that You Wuming would come to snatch her away.

He wasn't an idiot who only had women in his head. He was just deliberately making things difficult for Han Shaoling.

If she guessed correctly, You Wuming would do something that harmed others for his own benefit tonight. She didn't know if Han Shaoling, who had been led into a ditch, would have the energy to consider other things.

Sang Yuanyuan naturally wouldn't remind him.

Men couldn't be relied on.

She had already found a position for herself. Everything would be for the benefit of Sang Province. That was her maiden home, and it would also be her final support.

As for Korea and Youzhou … In any case, they weren't good people. Let them fight each other!

That night, as Sang Yuanyuan had guessed, it was as peaceful as the wind and waves.

Even Han Shaoling, who wanted to rub against her, didn't appear.

At dawn, Ling Gu, who had snuck out of the palace to scout for information all night, came back with news.

Ling Gu's expression was very ugly.

It turned out that after Meng Wuyou's assassination attempt failed and she was locked up in Qingliang Palace, she immediately set a fire and escaped while the palace servants watching over her were busy putting out the fire.

By the time Han Shaoling's personal guard arrived at Qingliang Palace, the fire had already started and the scene was chaotic. The personal guard searched everywhere, but couldn't find Meng Wuyou.

This unlucky personal guard searched the palace for an entire night. When the sun was about to rise, he heard that Han Shaoling's Wuji Palace had already called for hot water seven or eight times. Only then did he realize.

No wonder he couldn't find her!

She was hiding on the monarch's bed!

As for what happened in between, outsiders didn't know.

In short, Meng Wuyou escaped from Qingliang Palace and snuck into Han Shaoling's Wuji Palace. And when he found her, he didn't cut her up. Instead, he rekindled his old feelings and doted on her for an entire night.

"You're a good-for-nothing!" Ling Gu was so angry that his body trembled, "The King of the State of Korea is doing this. Where is the Princess?!"

Sang Yuanyuan came back to her senses and didn't take it to heart, "He's always been this kind of person."

After suffering so much at You Wuming's place yesterday, Han Shaoling needed a place to vent his anger.

Sang Yuanyuan's body hadn't recovered yet. At this time, Meng Wuyou delivered herself to his mouth. How could he let her go?

Only, after a night of tenderness, would Han Shaoling still bear to lay a finger on Meng Wuyou?

Sang Yuanyuan lowered her head and smiled.

Naturally, she couldn't bear to.

Just as she was talking with Ling Gu, she suddenly heard footsteps outside.

"Princess, no matter what, don't be angry with him. Otherwise, his heart will be biased towards someone else." Although Ling Gu was extremely indignant, he suppressed his anger and reminded her in a low voice.

"Don't worry."

Han Shaoling came in.

Although he suppressed it with all his might, he couldn't suppress the look of satisfaction in his eyes.

Sang Yuanyuan looked at him calmly.

He quickly walked over, held her hand, and ordered the servants to leave.

Sang Yuanyuan signaled Ling Gu to rest assured.

Ling Gu pursed her lips and left the hall, gently closing the carved wooden door.

"Sanger."

Han Shaoling looked gloomy, "Last night, my poison flared up, and that woman accidentally escaped into my hall. The poison attacked my heart and almost took her life."

Sang Yuanyuan nodded but didn't say anything.

"Sanger, that was definitely not a favor." He explained, "To her, it was actually torture.

Sanger, I can't, and I definitely won't, let you suffer like that. "

Sang Yuanyuan, "… …" Eh?

That's great, thank you and your whole family.

He held both of her small hands in his palms, "Sanger, believe me, I don't have any feelings for her. I'm just using her."

"Oh." Sang Yuanyuan asked calmly, "Then do you still want to cut her?

You can still use her even if you cut her. "

He was stunned for a moment, then rubbed her head, "Sanger, are you making fun of me?

I know that Sanger isn't such a cruel person. Don't worry, this person will never appear in front of you in the future, and no one outside will know of her existence. "

Sang Yuanyuan smiled.

Sure enough, in order to capture a man, the fastest and most convenient battlefield was the bed.