Chapter 645: Anyone who vows to resist unto death shall be killed without mercy!

Zhui Yu raised the corner of his mouth: "Yes, miss!"

Their miss had never had the patience to come to this Hala Royal City.

This was Kulte himself who'd come crashing in.

Li Qingluo, under the covert guidance of the killing characters, came to Kulte's front courtyard.

Seeing her come alone, without the little servant who had just gone to fetch someone, the gatekeeper servant asked, "Where is Kun Nu?"

Li Qingluo spoke in the Western Regions tongue: "He said he still had to go handle other important business for the King, had the servant girl come, then left."

"I don't even know where he went."

The servant suspected nothing, turned and personally escorted Li Qingluo inside.

"Your Majesty, the maid has arrived."

As the servant slowly stepped aside, Li Qingluo's heavenly, peerless beauty was revealed.

She dropped to one knee in salute: "I greet Your Majesty."

Kulte, seated on the high seat, said: "Raise your head so I can take a good look."

Li Qingluo lifted her chin, lowered her eyes, and avoided Kulte's gaze.

Kulte snorted: "You're quite the cautious sort."

"But I've never seen you before."

"What's your name?"

"When did you begin serving the Empress Dowager?"

Li Qingluo: "Your Majesty, I am called Rong Luo."

"It was half a year ago, after Your Majesty left Wusun, that I went to serve the Empress Dowager."

Kulte turned to the male servant beside him and asked, "Is everything she said true?"

The male servant answered: "Your Majesty, I have indeed never seen this woman before."

"Besides, there's certainly no such person in the manor; I would never mistake her looks."

Li Qingluo quickly replied: "Because I am from Loulan."

"So I only went to Wusun later. If Your Majesty doubts it, just ask the old-timers still in the Wusun Royal Palace—they all know exactly when I went."

Kulte certainly wouldn't ask.

Just for a slave.

But Li Qingluo saying that, he naturally believed her.

Because he wouldn't realize that a lowly slave like Li Qingluo would know he isn't the true King of Wusun, she dared to lie so brazenly.

He was merely surprised: "You're actually from Loulan?"

"No wonder, your beauty is peerless."

"But even so, you're still just a lowly slave."

"Since you've become a subject of Wusun, having served the Empress Dowager, you ought to be able to serve me too."

"Come here, first give the King a good head rub; if you do it well, I'll reward you."

Li Qingluo rose respectfully yet humbly: "Yes."

She slowly walked to stand behind Kulte.

And she quickly began the massage.

Her technique was skilled, the pressure just right, and Kulte couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

"Comfortable…"

He reached out and took Li Qingluo's small hand: "These small hands are also comfortable."

Li Qingluo startled, her face full of panic as she cried out struggling: "Your Majesty, no……"

Kulte turned and slapped.

However, he slapped at empty air.

His face full of shock, he hadn't even reacted when Li Qingluo quickly dropped to her knees.

"Your Majesty, I am originally a beauty the Empress Dowager requested from Loulan, brought to Hala Royal City, and she also intended to send me to you."

"But there are still others in this hall……"

"I, I am still a first-timer, so……"

Kulte, hearing these words, felt his heart tugged and began to waver.

"Could it really be that old witch sending me a beauty?"

"Or perhaps she's a spy, wanting to plant eyes and ears by my side?"

"He should immediately kill this beauty to eliminate future trouble."

"However, wouldn't it be a pity to eradicate her so quickly?"

He reached out and lifted Li Qingluo's chin.

The more he looked, the more satisfied he became.

Loulan people have always considered themselves superior; Loulan women almost never marry outside.

If it weren't for Ana'er pulling strings, such a Loulan beauty could never have come to my side.

Moreover, I had seen those eyes at yesterday's palace banquet.

If I were to kill her now, I would surely regret it.

Rather… first taste her, then discard her when bored—no harm done.

Kulte curled his lip, then waved his hand: "All of you, get out!"

The other slaves immediately all retreated.

Only a single black‑clothed guard kept standing aside, showing no intention of leaving.

Li Qingluo turned her head several times, pretending to be shy and unable to look up, while repeatedly glancing at that guard from the corner of her eye.

Kuerte finally glared impatiently at the guard: "What are you still doing standing here?"

"Do you also want to watch from the side while I, the king, favor a beauty?"

"Get out!"

The black‑clothed guard frowned and reminded, "Your Majesty, the master has said that nothing must ever be taken lightly…"

Kuerte's face began to show anger: "I, the king, told you to get out! Did you hear me!?"

"Do you think I, the king, am a useless person?"

The black‑clothed guard: "I dare not!"

Kuerte sneered coldly: "You don't dare? All these years you've followed me, protecting me countless times. But now I am no longer the same as before."

"Hei Sha, remember your own status. In the end, you're just a slave!"

"Moreover, even if she has some background, can I, the king, still do nothing about her?"

"If she dares to be disloyal, I, the king, could strangle her on the spot!"

Seeing Kuerte's robust muscles, one also knows his martial skill is not weak; an ordinary woman, even if trained in martial arts, could not deal with him at all.

The black‑clothed guard then, with a cold face, reluctantly stepped back.

Kuerte looked at his back and muttered low, "You dog‑like thing!"

The previously silent Li Qingluo spoke at the right moment: "Your Majesty, please don't be angry."

Hearing her soft, charming voice, Kuerte's heart finally felt much more at ease.

He reached out and pulled Li Qingluo up, "Loulan beauty, you can't keep playing those cat‑and‑mouse games with me any longer, can you?"

"If you continue to tease me like this, I will twist off your pretty head."

Li Qingluo pushed against his shoulder so she wouldn't be forced to sit on him.

She shyly twisted her face and said, "Of course not, Your Majesty."

"Because your guard spoke correctly."

"You should not be careless."

Kuerte: "What did you say?"

He hadn't reacted yet when Li Qingluo flipped her wrist, and as she raised her hand a needle had already been inserted into the acupoint behind his neck.

Kuerte's eyes widened instantly: "You—"

Unfortunately, before he could even utter his confusion, he fell with a "boom."

Li Qingluo, expressionless, kicked out with her foot.

Feeling the person beneath her like a dead pig, she angrily kicked his belly hard again.

"If it weren't because this body is the biological son of Master and Anar, I would have chopped these hands off you!"

Even though she felt disgusted and nauseated, Li Qingluo could only endure it.

She took out a handkerchief, dampened it with water, then vigorously wiped her chin and hand that Kuerte had touched; when the sounds of fighting and killing came from outside, she finally stepped out.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Kuerte's men already tangled in battle with Li Qingluo's people in the courtyard.

Li Qingluo's gaze hardened, and she shouted sternly, "Leave none of them escape!"

"Those who resist to the death shall be killed without mercy!"

Zhui Yu and the assassins replied, "Yes, miss!"

The black‑clothed guard Hei Sha, still fighting in the crowd, saw Li Qingluo emerge and angrily lunged, "It's you—bastard—"

He obviously couldn't break through.

Because Zhui Yu and Assassin One simultaneously leapt and blocked him.

Facing these two, even the black‑clothed guard, no matter how high his martial skill, could only use all his strength to cope.

Li Qingluo casually drew the sword by the door.

Then she turned, and with one hand dragged Kuerte to the doorway.

He tossed the already unconscious Kuerte onto the ground, pointing his sword at Kuerte's neck.

All of Kuerte's subordinates were shocked by the scene.

Did this wretched slave actually kill the king?

How could she!?

How could this be!?

And not a single sound was heard, yet within such a short time the king showed no sign of life?

Kuerte's subordinates were all flustered, giving the assassins a better chance.

From then on, capturing everyone was just a matter of course.

One hour later.

Li Qingluo had already returned to her own courtyard and taken a bath.

She was about to send Assassin One out again to look for Granny Zheng and Assassin Two's news when Granny Zheng finally returned with Assassin Two.

"Miss, the old servant and Assassin Two returned late, causing you worry, didn't we?"

Li Qingluo greeted them into the courtyard, first sizing them up; although they looked a bit disheveled, they seemed uninjured.

After confirming they were all safe, she let out a deep sigh of relief.

"Granny, what exactly happened?"

Granny Zheng helped Li Qingluo into the house, then said, "After the old servant and Assassin Two went to the market, they quickly learned of Princess Nanping's whereabouts."

"Princess Nanping… was locked by those Westerners in the royal courtyard's pasture sheepfold."

Li Qingluo looked shocked: "How could this be!!"

"She is actually the princess of DaLiang!"

Zheng Mama: "Yes, I also found it strange. So I didn't come back first to report to you, thinking I'd first go to the ranch to confirm the truth."

"This ranch is indeed quite remote; going there and back has delayed the time."

"I originally wanted to send a message back to you, but I feared the letter might fall into someone else's hands and expose us, so I simply went in one go, planning to go and return quickly, and thus didn't tell you."

"After I and Sha Er arrived at the ranch..."

Li Qingluo listened quietly, seeing Zheng Mama hesitate, she also steeled herself.

"Speak."

Zheng Mama: "The princess is indeed there, and she eats and sleeps with the flock."

"Looking at her appearance... she seems somewhat abnormal."

"I secretly appeared before her, but she didn't even recognize me."

"Saying this, Zheng Mama's face full of anguish and reluctance: 'The princess still has wounds.'"

"It looks like she was whipped. The people there treat her as if she were real livestock!"

"She used to be a noble young lady of a commandery!"

Li Qingluo angrily punched the table.

"The Western Regions court! The Gudu Marquis! They dare treat a princess like this!"