Wei Dongling tapped her toes lightly, holding Murong Yuchen in her arms. She moved as fast as the wind. Ruan Niang closely followed behind, waving her hand from time to time to fend off the pursuing soldiers.
The two of them dashed towards the palace gate one after another.
Wei Dongling looked back from time to time. Seeing more and more pursuers behind Ruan Niang while the palace gate was still far away, she couldn't help but feel a bit anxious.
Murong Yuchen opened his eyes weakly, looking at Wei Dongling's anxious profile. He called out, "Sister, sister..."
While running, Wei Dongling looked down at him and comforted him, "Yuchen, don't be afraid! Sister will take you away right now! You must hold on. Ruan Niang will save you!"
"Sister, thank you." Murong Yuchen nestled in Wei Dongling's arms, his eyes shining. If it weren't for his sister, he would never have had the chance to get close to his father. Today was the first time in his life that he served by his father's side. His father had drunk the ginseng soup he had cooked himself on his deathbed. Although the time they spent together as father and son was so short, it was an extremely rare opportunity for him to get close to his father in this lifetime.
Wei Dongling thought Murong Yuchen was referring to the imperial edict. She growled anxiously, "Yuchen, don't worry. I've put away that imperial edict! When we get back, I'll find a way to repair it! Yuchen, Father Emperor loved you! At the last moment, he was willing to pass the throne to you! He must have thought highly of you!"
The royal family is always heartless. She didn't care whether Father Emperor really loved Murong Yuchen or not. Wei Dongling just wanted to say some comforting words to give the Ninth Prince the belief to hold on. As long as they could find a way to escape the palace gate, Ruan Niang could find a way to treat him!
Murong Yuchen trembled as he reached out to touch Wei Dongling's face and murmured softly, "Sister, it's so good to have you..." Of course, he knew Wei Dongling was lying. He was a weak - willed person. How could Father Emperor take a fancy to him? He knew very well that his sister said these words just to make him happy. But since childhood, the affection he had felt was pitifully little. At this moment, having his sister by his side and saying such words to make him happy, Murong Yuchen was quite content.
Wei Dongling's nose turned sour and she almost cried. She stammered and growled, "Be good, sister will take you out! Sister will take you to eat all kinds of delicious food..."
"Sister!" Murong Yuchen interrupted her. He fumbled with difficulty in his bosom and took out a jade token, stuffing it into Wei Dongling's robe. Gasping for breath, he said to Wei Dongling, "Sister, with this jade token, you can summon the 80,000 Tianchao soldiers... Sister, listen, you also have the surname Murong..."
Wei Dongling didn't understand what he meant and shouted impatiently, "I don't have the surname Murong. My surname is Wei!"
Suddenly, Murong Yuchen covered his chest and began to twitch all over. Wei Dongling looked down and secretly thought it was bad. Had his heart - palpitating illness flared up? Murong Yuchen, hold on a little longer! The palace gate was almost in sight!
Wei Dongling looked back. In order to help her stop the imperial guards, Ruan Niang had already been left far behind.
Seeing that the palace gate was just around the corner, the guards at the gate saw the sudden situation here and quickly surrounded them. Someone also sounded the drum in time. Hearing the drumbeat, all the imperial guards quickly mobilized and surrounded them.
Wei Dongling was so anxious that she was sweating profusely. She simply stopped and rummaged in Murong Yuchen's bosom. She took out a jade plaque and showed it to everyone. She roared at the general guarding the gate, "His Highness the Ninth Prince is here. Why don't you kneel down quickly!"
The imperial guards looked at each other, then all looked at the general guarding the gate. Wasn't the Ninth Prince leading the battle in Hanzhong City? Why would he appear in the imperial city at this moment?
The general stepped forward, carefully examined the jade plaque, and his face turned pale. He quickly knelt down on one knee and called out, "This humble general pays homage to His Highness the Ninth Prince!" Immediately, all the imperial guards knelt down in unison.
Wei Dongling glanced at Ruan Niang who had caught up from behind and said to everyone, "Get up! His Highness the Ninth Prince heard that the Emperor was seriously ill and came back specially to pay a visit. Now he is going back to Hanzhong! All of you disperse and go about your business!"
"Yes!" The imperial guards respectfully stepped back to make way, watching Wei Dongling strut out of the palace gate with the Ninth Prince in her arms, followed by a female attendant.
Wei Dongling straightened her back and walked out with lingering fear. If it weren't for so many pairs of eyes watching, she would have wanted to rush out at full speed.
Just as she was about to approach the palace gate with Ruan Niang, a roar suddenly came from behind, "Stop!" Wei Dongling ignored it and accelerated her pace to rush out.
The imperial guards all looked back and saw Father Cao rushing over in a fit of rage. Pointing at Wei Dongling's back, he shouted, "His Highness the Tenth Prince has ordered that no one is allowed to step out of the palace gate. Those who disobey will be beheaded on the spot!"
"Yes!" Hearing this, the imperial guards quickly chased after Wei Dongling.
Seeing everyone surrounding them, Wei Dongling panicked and shouted loudly, "Uncle Li! Huanhuan! Help me!" There was nothing she could do. She was lazy and didn't want to learn martial arts. Every time at a critical moment, she was lucky to have her relatives around to help her out of trouble.
Sure enough, Uncle Li and Cui Huan, who were anxiously waiting outside the palace gate, heard Wei Dongling's shrill cries. They glanced at each other, drew their swords without saying a word, and rushed towards the palace gate.
Seeing Wei Dongling staggering towards the palace gate with Murong Yuchen in her arms, followed by Ruan Niang and a group of imperial guards, Uncle Li snorted coldly and ordered Cui Huan, "You go and help the girl. Leave this to me."
"Okay." Cui Huan didn't doubt him and rushed towards Wei Dongling in a hurry.
Uncle Li leaped into the crowd of imperial guards with a big knife in his hand. With a wave of his hand, he chopped off the heads of two people.
Father Cao was extremely shocked when he saw this. How dare someone single - handedly break into the many guards of the imperial city?
Who was this person?
After Father Cao saw Uncle Li's face clearly, he turned deathly pale with fright and stammered, "It's actually Li Lang!" He quickly retreated and urgently ordered the little eunuch beside him, "Quick! Go and inform His Highness the Tenth Prince!"
After several people's heads fell to the ground, Uncle Li, covered in blood, stood at the palace gate. The imperial guards were so frightened that they trembled and retreated step by step.
Seeing that Wei Dongling and the others got on the carriage behind him, Uncle Li didn't linger. He carried his knife and swaggered out of the palace gate.
On the carriage, Murong Yuchen's eyes were tightly closed and his face was ashen. Ruan Niang quickly sealed several of his acupoints and felt his pulse. She was greatly shocked and said, "How could this be?"
Wei Dongling asked anxiously, "Ruan Niang, how is Yuchen?"
Ruan Niang shook her head and said slowly, "He was hit by Murong Yunqian's palm in the chest. The poison has flared up."