Chapter 732: Three Armies, Hear the Command!

Xiao Lin saw so many people rushing toward him, couldn't think further, hurriedly shoved the pill into his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

He tightly hugged the cloth tiger, his little face pressed against the tiger's head, and closed his eyes.

A moment later, those small arms that had clutched the cloth tiger softened and relaxed.

The tiny body toppled under the Dragon Throne, motionless.

"His Majesty?"

The guards on the high platform were shocked, frozen in place, daring not to step forward any further.

Chen Wang ran to the Dragon Throne, crouched, and reached out to touch Xiao Lin's nose.

Immediately, he was completely stunned—had the little emperor died? In front of ten thousand troops?

Qing Wang opened his mouth, stood below the platform, stared at his complexion, his mind a blank.

Xiao Jieyun's body jolted sharply.

Although he knew his son was only feigning death, seeing him silently lying beneath the Dragon Throne still broke his heart.

Xiao Ze's heart trembled: Eleven, well done!

Everyone inside and outside the walls stared intently at the little emperor under the Dragon Throne.

No one expected that the lively little emperor, who had just been talking and playing, would suddenly lose his breath like this.

Both armies erupted in a roar.

The soldiers outside the city glared angrily:

"They actually forced Prince Eleven to death!"

"He's still so young!"

"His Majesty! This lowly general begs to go into battle!"

Someone shouted, "Kill those two traitors!"

Immediately, the shouts of killing rang deafeningly.

"Traitor! Traitor! Traitor! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The cries rose wave after wave, warhorses whinnied, constantly pawing the ground with their hooves, raising clouds of dust.

The guards on the city wall, hearing the shouts, couldn't help murmuring:

"Old Heaven Lord! The Emperor is dead! It's my first time seeing the Emperor, and he dies like this!"

"Nonsense! Who isn't! Did you hear what he just said?"

"I heard it! I even heard the Emperor call us uncle!"

"So it turns out His Majesty really wasn't a tyrant! Those accusations weren't true!"

All the defending soldiers involuntarily lowered their heads, their swords slowly hanging down.

Xiao Ningxun stared at the high platform, Tuan Tuan, where are you? The siege is about to begin; you must not get into trouble!

"This kid's not bad, a bit daring!" Bai Buluo commented.

"However, the little emperor's medicine is all taken," he frowned at the platform, "Where is Tuan Tuan?"

Xiao Yuanhang shook his head, having scanned every corner of the platform, yet could not find his daughter.

She must be hidden somewhere on that table, just that no one can see her.

His brows furrowed; Chen Wang was still by the Dragon Throne! He must get him away quickly, must not let him see Tuan Tuan!

He spurred his horse forward, arriving beside Xiao Jieyun.

The army behind, seeing Prince Ning arrive at the front, gradually quieted.

Xiao Yuanhang raised his Dragon‑chant spear toward the city walls and bellowed, "Xiao Jichang! Chen Sheng!"

"This is the new emperor you speak of! Just now he said it himself, every word bleeding!"

"What face do you have to stand on these walls, telling the soldiers of the Fiery Nation that you will share the fate of Jingcheng?"

"Soldiers on the city! Can't you see clearly?"

"The new emperor was forced to death right before your eyes by these two Ni Ze!"

"Will you continue to obey their orders and sacrifice yourselves for them?"

"The new emperor is already like this; what else can you do?"

Qing Wang's face turned deathly pale, he lifted his head and stared at Chen Wang on the platform.

Chen Wang's face turned ashen, he stood up; the Emperor had committed suicide before the two armies, and saying anything now was useless.

Better to start the battle outright; they must not be allowed to continue unsettling morale!

He faced the outside of the city, drew his sword at his waist and raised it overhead: "Xiao Yuanhang! Cut the nonsense! If you have the ability, attack the city!"

"I, the king, will kill you leaving no armor behind!"

Fortune Tea House, in the back courtyard.

Tuan Tuan slowly opened her eyes, dazed, "Where am I?"

She felt beside her, still soft, "Huh? Isn't this the bed I slept on today?"

She turned her head and saw Lu Qi sitting at the table's broad silhouette.

"Uncle Seven!"

Lu Qi shivered all over, turned sharply, and saw Tuan Tuan lying on the bed.

"Miss!" He sprang up, flipped the stool, rushed to the bedside, seized Tuan Tuan, and held her tightly in his arms.

"You finally came back! You almost scared me to death!"

Tuan Tuan turned her face and kissed his cheek: "I'm fine! Uncle Seven! It's just…"

"What's that?" Lu Qi tensed, released his hold, placed Tuan Tuan on the bed, his gaze scanning her: "Are you injured?"

Tuan Tuan gave him a sweet smile: "I'm just thirsty! Uncle Seven, I have so many things to say!"

Lu Qi finally let his heart settle, hurried to the table, poured a cup of tea, and only then realized the tea had already gone completely cold.

He paused, and the workers were all hiding in the wine cellar: "I'll go boil some hot water; the tea's cold."

"It's fine!" Tuan Tuan was unfazed, jumped down from the bed, "Cold tea tastes good too! Uncle Lu, don't go."

Lu Qi felt a softening in his chest; the miss was always so sensible.

He held the tea cup and walked to Tuan Tuan, handing it to her.

Tuan Tuan took it and glug glug drank it clean.

After quenching her thirst, she looked around, "Uncle Xiao Er? Where did he go?"

"Xiao Er went to Xuanwu Gate," Lu Qi set the cup down, "to meet up with Old Zhao's group."

Tuan Tuan frowned, "Uncle Xiao Er is alone…"

"No need to worry," Lu Qi hurriedly comforted her, "Miss, are you still uneasy about Xiao Er's kung fu?"

"He's hiding in the shadows, and Old Zhao's party is a surprise attack; I think the ones worrying should be the gate guards!"

"But," Tuan Tuan's little mouth pouted, "I still want to tell you about Prince Eleven!"

That must not disappoint the miss!

"Uncle Lu wants to hear!" Lu Qi quickly asked, "How's Prince Eleven? Did he take that fake death medicine?"

"He did!" Tuan Tuan exclaimed excitedly, "I told him, and he swallowed it in one bite! Prince Eleven is awesome!"

"Miss is the most awesome!" Lu Qi gave her a thumbs‑up, "If you weren't there, he might not have dared to take it."

Tuan Tuan smiled, and the two dimples on her face sank deeply.

Lu Qi looked out the window: "Since Prince Eleven has feigned death, the army will assault the city soon; chaos will break out here any moment."

His complexion darkened: "When the Prince enters the city, Cheng Jing and Liu Guiyan and those villains can be settled."

"Miss, I'll take you to the wine cellar…"

"Ah!" Tuan Tuan let out a sudden gasp.

"What's wrong?" Lu Qi jumped in alarm.

"Master is still at that villain Cheng Jing's house! If a fight breaks out, will he be okay?"

Tuan Tuan lifted her little face, eyes pleading at Lu Qi: "Uncle Lu, let's go rescue him!"

Lu Qi really wanted to slap himself, thinking, "Why am I dragging them into this for no reason!"

He truly didn't want to adventure with Tuan Tuan at this critical moment: "But Xiao Er specifically instructed me before leaving…"

Tuan Tuan pouted, "Master went to treat the villain for my Nüzi Jian."

"Uncle Lu, didn't you say it would get chaotic soon?"

"Master is alone, old, and can't use martial arts; how can he stay with those villains, right? Uncle Lu?"

"If Uncle Xiao Er were here, he certainly wouldn't oppose me going."

Xiao Er? What have you ever done that he opposed?

Lu Qi looked at his miss's bright, sparkling eyes and sighed helplessly: "Fine, Uncle Lu will take you."

Outside the city, Xiao Jieyun drew his waist‑sheathed sacred sword with a "Clang—" and raised it high, pointing at the city wall: "All troops, obey!"

"Deliver my decree: capture Jingcheng!"