Chapter 738

King Chen felt a joy in his heart: "His Majesty has come for Princess Jiayou, so he must be very fond of her."

"But Princess Jiayou was born to Xiao Yuanhang; he will never, under any circumstances, give his daughter to you."

He solemnly promised: "I, an unworthy king, am willing to help His Majesty obtain Princess Jiayou!"

Xiao Yuanhang

Qing Wang

King Chen, certain in his heart, raised his hand and pointed: "His Majesty, look, these are all my elite!"

"My forces are far more than these!"

"If His Majesty can help me win this battle, I will not only present Princess Jiayou with both hands, but also cede over five hundred cities and towns of all sizes in the Xibei of my fiery nation to His Majesty!"

"Then His Majesty can incorporate the entire Xibei into Guizi's domain, becoming the number one great nation of the Western Regions!"

Xiao Ningxun

King Qing hurriedly echoed: "Exactly! His Majesty! My king and my brother have long admired the Great King, and we are willing to ally with the Great King, helping the Great King unify the Western Regions soon and become the ruler of the Western Regions!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ningxun and Xiao Ze were both greatly startled, and they both looked toward Bai Buluo.

For a ruler, what King Chen said can be called a tremendous temptation.

Imperial Court

Bai Buluo waved his hand: "No nonsense, they speak very reasonably."

Fu Yun Teahouse

King Chen and King Qing were overjoyed beyond expectation: "His Majesty is indeed wise!"

Yet they did not expect that the next moment, Bai Buluo raised his knife and slashed at King Chen.

"His Majesty?" King Chen, in panic, hurriedly raised his sword to block, but still was cut on the left arm by the blade.

King Qing was shocked: "Didn't you say my brother's words were reasonable?"

Bai Buluo chuckled: "What does his reasonable statement have to do with what I intend to do?"

Divine Doctor

Bai Buluo, with a reverse slash, cut at him again: "I have known Xiao Yuanhang for many years, and now you dare to sow discord here?"

Consort Rong

King Qing darted aside to evade, angry and urgent: "A dignified Guizi Great King, how could you be so rogue?"

"You really are right," Bai Buluo stepped forward with another slash: "I don't care whether others think I am a gentleman; I simply like to do as I please!"

Xiao Ningxun and Xiao Ze, hearing it, almost burst into laughter, and their hearts only then...

King Chen's face turned iron‑blue, he said nothing further, and thrust his sword.

King Qing's sword followed closely behind, the two—one hard, one soft—directly targeting Bai Buluo's vital points.

Bai Buluo did not retreat but advanced, his curved blade opening and closing widely; each slash carried the wind, sand, and bloodshed of the Western Regions battlefield.

He fought one against two, his blade moving like a gale, yet not a single disadvantage fell.

Here the fierce battle was in full swing, the reinforcements rushing to the city wall did not see Chen Wang using a guard to block hidden weapons for himself.

Moreover, because of a single remark by Chen Wang, they were promoted three ranks, their families would be supported for life by the Imperial Court, morale soared, they were full of vigor, and they continued to incessantly hurl rolling logs and stones down at the city below.

Although the Shadow Blades were impervious to swords and spears, facing the tide-like onslaught of the defenders, they were all entangled and unable to free themselves.

The battle reached a stalemate.

On the roof of the Fu Yun Tea House, Lu Qi held Tuan Tuan as they sat on the highest ridge, pricking up their ears to listen to the war drums and shouts of killing carried on the wind.

Tuan Tuan leaned against Lu Qi's chest and asked, "Uncle Seven, can we go over and take a look?"

"Really not possible, Miss," Lu Qi firmly shook his head: "Xiao Er said before leaving, if I dare bring you near the city gate, he will sever ties with me."

"Miss," he said gently, "you wouldn't want to see me and Xiao Er break off relations, would you?"

"Oh," Tuan Tuan pouted her little lips, "I understand."

A moment later, she raised her head to look at Lu Qi: "Uncle Seven, why is it that if you take me to the city gate, Uncle Two will tear your clothes?"

Lu Qi: "……"

Forget it, I won't say more; Miss, why would you need to understand these things?

He held Tuan Tuan, pointed toward the city gate, and said: "Miss, look, the Fu Yun Tea House is so high; we'll just sit here and wait to see the Prince lead the army charging in, okay?"

Tuan Tuan no longer insisted, resting her little chin on Lu Qi's arm, gazing toward the city gate.

Mo Zhanggeng, anxiously waiting inside, went into the courtyard and shouted up at the roof: "Disciple! It's windy up there; I've just boiled water—come down for a cup of hot tea!"

Tuan Tuan shook her head, refusing to come down.

Lu Qi answered for her: "Divine Doctor, please go back and rest; Miss will come down after looking a while."

Mo Zhanggeng muttered something and walked back into the house.

Inside the secret chamber.

No one spoke; all was silent, even Xiao Feifei lay quietly on Tuan Tuan's pillow without making a sound.

Consort Rong rose and sat down intermittently, waiting anxiously; she hadn't even taken a sip of the tea that Eunuch Cheng had offered her.

Eunuch Cheng sat at the table, his lips twitching slightly.

Feng Zhou smeared and doodled on the paper, drawing diagrams that no one could understand.

Xiao Ningyuan sat upright at the table, completely still.

Xiao Ran and Chen Hao simply sat on the stone steps closest to the ground, listening carefully to the outside commotion.

In Yudai Alley.

Chu Yuan quietly gazed at the center of the turtle shells arranged in a 'pin' shape.

A high platform and the dragon throne above it hovered in midair.

Xiao Lin's tiny body still lay prone beneath the dragon throne, his little face resting on the head of a cloth tiger.

Chu Yuan smiled faintly, "My little disciple really thought of everything for you."

"You even had you remove the Ritual Crown and slip under the Dragon Throne before you took the fake‑death pill."

"Even I, as your master, hadn't thought of it."

In the Chenhui Hall.

The Princess sat upright at the table, and on the table rested an open long wooden case.

A bow lay quietly within.

Its limbs are black, its rim inlaid with dark‑gold copper wire, and the bowstring is made of deer tendon—exquisitely refined.

In the dark interior of the bow's body, two small characters are carved: "Zhu Jun".

The Princess gently took the finger ring from the case, slipped it onto the thumb of her right hand, and brushed the bow's surface inch by inch with a soft cloth.

From the tip to the back of the bow, not a single grain was left untouched.

Junming, if the Imperial Brother returns to the palace, the world will naturally be at peace.

If he cannot return, I will use the arrow technique you taught me to risk my life and go see you sooner.

On the battlefield, Xiao Yuanhang held the Thousand‑mile mirror, eyes fixed on the enemy's advance.

Zhang Wu'an urged the horse forward: "Prince! Let this junior general lead the troops up!"