Chapter 571

Yang Qilang: "What did you say?"

He didn't react for a moment.

Zhang Tinggui frowned, shook his head, and let out a sigh.

"You're not usually stupid."

"But in front of Li Wu, even a hundred tricks wouldn't work on him."

"You didn't notice that one of the attendants beside that young lord looks somewhat familiar, did you?"

"Besides, that young lord just left, but he's still waiting not far away for Li Wu."

Yang Qilang recalled Leng Dian's face.

He sucked in a breath of cold air sharply.

"Is it him——?"

"Wait!"

This time, as they headed to DaLiang, this Leng Dian was the personal guard who followed Li Wu all the way.

This guard's martial arts surpass my own.

So Yang Qilang once envied Li Wu, and also paid some attention to this Leng Dian.

But today, this Leng Dian has actually been wearing a mask all along.

It was only just now that he deliberately pulled down the mask.

Seeing him appear nearby, Yang Qilang initially didn't react.

After all, Li Wu is right here.

With the master present, it's normal for the guard to be there, right?

But he overlooked that this Leng Dian has been constantly at that young lord's side today!

But when Zhang Tinggui saw his face, his mind went blank for a moment.

Only after Li Wu finished speaking did Zhang Tinggui fully comprehend.

He realized, Li Wu deliberately wanted them to know!

Over these past days, Li Wu might not be as passive as they are.

Yang Qilang stood frozen as if struck by lightning.

Many thoughts in his mind finally connected.

"What, what on earth is going on?"

He looked around, knowing others were present, and wasn't foolish enough to blurt out his suspicions outright.

Zhang Tinggui tugged at him: "Let's talk later, go!"

Yang Qilang: "Are we really not going to save His Majesty?"

"How did that mausoleum come about? Although we were blindfolded at the time, if we went to look, we might not fail to find the entrance..."

Zhang Tinggui: "What if we find it?"

"Rescue him, then wipe out our two clans?"

"You want to die, but I don't."

"Ask those two foppish princes if they dare to save that tyrant!"

Yang Qilang turned his head to look at Gong Sanlang and Xie Liulang.

These two, having witnessed today's scene, were already scared witless, their minds somewhat dazed.

No matter how you look at it, they don't seem like the type to go rescue a tyrant.

Yang Qilang gritted his teeth: "Not saving them, then I'll just give those two a warning. Let's go!"

Not far from them, Qingyangzi saw this scene, his eyes narrowed slightly and he gave a faint smile.

Indeed, Your Highness's judgment has always been sound.

These two can indeed be brought under his command.

With them handling the aftermath here, I needn't worry.

Meanwhile, Li Qingluo's group was halfway down the mountain.

Jinning suddenly went weak in the legs and sat down on the ground.

"Senior Sister!"

Li Qingluo hurried over and helped her up, asking, "Are you alright?"

Jinning's face was pale, her whole body trembling with sweat.

Li Qingluo quickly felt her forehead; it was burning hot.

"Senior Sister, are you sick? Why didn't you say anything?"

"I'll send someone to fetch Qin Ling right away!"

Jinning gripped Li Qingluo's hand tightly: "No rush. It's nothing, Luo'er, don't worry."

"I'm just overly tense inside, so I'm feeling a bit fatigued."

Li Qingluo understood her feelings.

Although the Witch Moon Sect was destroyed after being besieged by several major sects,

but the root cause and true enemy is Zong Zheng Wuxie.

These past days, after capturing Zong Zheng Wuxie, Jinning has restrained herself from killing him outright, all so that Li Qingluo could arrange for the Prince Qin to be toppled together.

Now Jinning has finally killed Zong Zheng Wuxie with her own hands.

The hatred and pain she had long suppressed were suddenly released, so it's no wonder she fell ill all at once.

Li Qingluo: "Senior Sister, it's all in the past. You should look forward."

Jin Yun smiled faintly and nodded: "This matter can also be considered as the curtain falling, it truly ended. I have finally avenged the entire Witch Moon Sect."

"Luo'er, having you is the blessing of our entire Witch Moon Sect. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have avenged our great hatred so quickly."

Senior sister thanks you.

As Jin Yun's words fell, A Duo ahead turned her head and saw Jin Yun collapsed on the ground.

She immediately turned her head and rushed over anxiously: "Master——"

Zongzheng Wu Heng's wheelchair slid instantly; he naturally feared falling himself, and with his expression drastically changing, he screamed: "Come back, come back!"

His wheelchair moved uncontrollably toward the cliff edge; if it weren't for Shi Thirteen reaching out in time to pull him back, he would have really fallen off.

Zongzheng Wu Heng's face turned green with anger.

Over the past half year, ever since he became fate-linked with this witch maiden, he has become so humble that he's hardly even a person.

Even if she just gets a slight bump, he can immediately sense it, and even his skin turns bluish-black and purple.

Moreover, this A Duo seems oblivious to pain, training martial arts desperately every day, either cutting her own blood to feed the gu insects.

Zongzheng Wu Heng often suddenly grits his teeth and grimaces, also because A Duo, while carrying him, lets blood.

The worst part is that each month, when this witch maiden has her menstruation, Zongzheng Wu Heng suffers so much his whole body spasms, wishing he could roll on the ground.

The first time, he had the maid urgently push him to her room.

Clearly, even a grown man like himself could barely bear the pain, yet A Duo just sat there with a pale face, enduring it herself.

Zongzheng Wu Heng immediately rolled his eyes.

He had someone quickly summon a gynecology expert, who hastily fed her a bowl of medicine.

After that bout of pain, Zongzheng Wu Heng looked even more like he had lost too much blood than she did.

His face was completely bloodless, his whole body nearly collapsed, and only after three days of recuperation did he regain his vigor and blood.

From then on, Zongzheng Wu Heng paid special attention to A Duo's monthly period.

He had people take her pulse daily and send her all kinds of tonic medicines.

Only in the second month did it finally improve somewhat.

However, A Duo cultivates gu poison, making her body extremely yin and toxic; no matter how she is treated, each month during her period, Zongzheng Wu Heng can strongly sense her discomfort.

Besides that, A Duo almost every day experiences anger and pain for a long period of time.

Naturally, Zongzheng Wu Heng is also affected by her intense emotions.

Once, he could no longer bear it and personally went to confront A Duo.

Then he learned that she daily recalls the scene of the Witch Moon Sect's entire gate being slaughtered, and she hates it so much she cannot restrain herself, trembling all over.

Zongzheng Wu Heng, although unwilling to admit it.

But he indeed gradually came to feel the same pain as her.

And he understood A Duo's reverence and longing for her master, as well as her hatred for Zongzheng Wu Xie.

Gradually, he became much more tolerant toward A Duo.

Of course, it was also to spare himself some suffering, so he paid close attention in daily life to prevent A Duo from bumping or getting injured.

He also became more anxious about her emotions and mood.

Now, whenever A Duo becomes impatient, his mood inevitably becomes impatient as well.

"Master, are you alright?"

"It's all my fault as a disciple; I failed to take good care of my master."

A Duo burst into tears, anxious as if on fire.

Before Jin Yun could even offer comfort, Zongzheng Wu Heng already roared angrily: "A Duo! Do you still want anyone to live!?"

"Even if I die, do you really not care at all?"

"Get lost back to this prince!!!"

Zongzheng Wu Heng looked at the cliff beneath his feet, already nearly driven mad by anger.

Li Qingluo looked toward A Duo.

A Duo simply didn't care: "Ignore him. Anyway, he's useless now, Master Uncle, when do you plan to kill him?"

Li Qingluo's heart startled.

Although she had indeed once very much wanted to kill Zongzheng Wu Heng.

Moreover, now this pawn of his is already almost completely useless to them.

But Li Qingluo does not intend to immediately carry out the deed of abandoning the mill and killing the donkey.

"How did he provoke you?"

"If you don't want to see him anymore, from today onward just come back."

"As for him, we temporarily have other arrangements."

A Duo said with a grim face: "I just feel that hardly anyone of the Zongzheng clan is any good."

Li Qingluo shook her head in disagreement.

Because her birth mother is also of the Zongzheng clan.

"A Duo, do not speak nonsense."

A Duo tugged at the corner of her mouth, helped Jin Yun up: "Yes, Little Master Uncle. I know I was wrong."

"Master, let's go."

A Duo supported Jin Yun as they walked forward, completely ignoring Zongzheng Wu Heng thereafter.

Zongzheng Wu Heng stared at her cold back, fuming and letting out a bitter laugh: "Is it that this prince is useless, that you don't even bother to manage this prince anymore?"

"If you're capable, then solve the gu poison on this prince's body!"

"This prince will kill you first!"

Li Qingluo walked over, gave Zongzheng Wuhen a look full of disdain: "Don't be stubborn."

"Watch your words; evil speech will bring its own consequences."

Zongzheng Wuhen clenched his fists, his eyes full of malice.

All the humiliation he has suffered these days, he will surely one day take it all back!

Duan Rongshi, who had just come up and witnessed this scene, also took in the expression on Zongzheng Wuhen's face.

The sky quickly turned completely dark.

Zongzheng Langri woke up in utter darkness, unable to see his hand before his eyes.

He didn't know where he was, and could only hoarsely shout with his throat about to crack: "Someone—come!"

Yet there was not a sound around him.

Only an empty echo reverberated.

Zongzheng Langri reached out to feel his surroundings.

Everything around was icy cold; the stone walls and floor he touched, and even other objects nearby, were all stone.

He quickly realized he had returned to the imperial mausoleum!

It was the very mausoleum he had built for himself!

These lowly commoners—do they intend to bury him here himself?

"A bunch of lowly commoners!"

"I will have you killed——"

Zongzheng Langri angrily swung his hand around, but aside from punching the stone wall, he could only vent his anger into the air.

His hand became bloody, yet he seemed unaware of the pain.

He could only grope in the darkness, feeling his way to a wall corner, then turn and huddle there.

He timidly hugged himself, murmuring: "With the Empress Dowager here, it's fine."

"With the Empress Dowager present, Lang'er fears nothing… fears nothing at all."