Chapter 36 Trip to Huguo Temple

Chapter 36 Trip to Huguo Temple

The three-day period has ended.

On this particular day in the capital, the weather was not cooperating.

Dark clouds, as black as ink, pressed heavily overhead, and the air was so stuffy that it was hard to breathe.

A long-brewing downpour seemed poised to pour down at any moment.

At the main gate of the Regent's Palace, carriages and horses rumbled, and a chilling atmosphere filled the air.

Three hundred black-armored guards were fully armed, their black iron armor gleaming coldly under the gloomy sky.

They stood silently, like a group of lifeless killing machines.

The large, luxurious carriage, pulled by four pure black horses, was already waiting at the door.

"Your Highness, the time has come."

Uncle Zhao reminded him in a low voice, his face showing undisguised worry.

Pei Yunjing was dressed in a black brocade robe, with a long sword named "Zhanwang" hanging at his waist.

He walked out the door indifferently, glanced up at the gloomy sky, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"The night was dark and the wind was high, with continuous rain."

He casually straightened his cuffs, his voice cold and indifferent:

"It's definitely a perfect day for murder."

The Empress Dowager really went to great lengths to choose this day for him to leave the city.

...

At this moment, Tang Li was carrying that bulging "escape package" and dawdling along behind.

She stared at the carriage that seemed to lead to the gates of hell, her legs trembling.

Although she had done a lot of mental preparation over the past few days and prepared various self-defense tools.

But when the moment of departure actually arrived, the instinctive fear of death still made her want to turn around and run away.

"twitter--"

"Fluttering—"

Just as Tangli passed the pillars in front of the gate, she heard another burst of urgent bird calls overhead.

Those were several swallows building their nest.

Because it was about to rain, the swallows flew very low.

One of the larger black swallows had just returned from foraging in the distance and landed near the nest, its wings flapping anxiously.

It let out a sharp cry towards its mate in the nest:

Stop incubating! Stop incubating! Move to another location!

The black swallow pecked at the wood in a hurry:

Run! That mountain is about to collapse!

"No...you can't go..."

Tang Li's face turned deathly pale, and her lips were trembling.

Should we tell him?

The swallow told me that there was explosives buried ahead?

"What are you still dawdling about?"

A cold voice interrupted Tang Li's thoughts.

Pei Yunjing stood beside the carriage, turned to the side, his deep phoenix eyes coldly fixed on her, his brows slightly furrowed:

"Wait for me to carry you up?"

Tang Li snapped out of her daze and looked at the man's handsome but somewhat impatient face.

I can't say.

To speak out is to die.

The only way to survive now is to stay close to him and, before the explosion occurs, use the animals' warning signs to lead him away from the center of the blast!

"Here...here I am."

Tang Li's voice trembled as she clutched the bundle in her arms tightly, as if it were her last lifeline, and hurried over.

Before getting into the carriage, she couldn't help but reach out and grab Pei Yunjing's sleeve.

"Your Highness..."

Tang Li tilted her head back, her doe-like eyes filled with pleading, her voice barely audible:

"If... I mean if..."

"If we really encounter force majeure, such as an earthquake or a fire from the sky..."

She stared intently into Pei Yunjing's eyes and said, word by word:

"Could you... please ignore those assassins and get me out of here first?"

Pei Yunjing lowered his eyes, looking at her pale face and the hand that was tightly gripping his sleeve, her knuckles white.

He could feel her trembling.

That was the ultimate fear.

"Earthquake? Heavenly fire?"

Pei Yunjing chuckled lightly, reached out and pinched her chin, his fingertips caressing her cool skin, his tone arrogant and indifferent:

"Tang Li, I have said so."

"As long as the sword in my hand remains, the sky will not fall."

"As for running..."

He released his grip, turned, and boarded the carriage, leaving behind only a mocking remark that drifted away on the wind:

"The people in the Regent's Palace are only good at letting others run away."

"Get on. Stay close to me, or you'll die on the way."

Tang Li looked at the swaying carriage curtain and closed her eyes in despair.

Damn arrogance.

He had no idea what he was about to face.

"I hope your sword... can really cut through gunpowder."

Tang Li gritted her teeth, stepped onto the footstool, and boarded the carriage.