Chapter 45 This King Will Take You Home

Chapter 45 This King Will Take You Home

At the foot of the mountain.

The large, luxurious carriage had already fallen off the cliff in the explosion and the startled horse, leaving only a pile of broken planks.

"Your Highness, the carriage is destroyed. We apologize for making you ride a horse."

Han Zheng led over a magnificent, pure black warhorse.

This horse, named "Ta Xue," is fierce and untamed, and only recognizes Pei Yunjing as its master.

Pei Yunjing remained silent.

He had exhausted his internal energy at this moment; normally, he would have had trouble even mounting a horse.

But he gritted his teeth, held the person in his arms, and somehow managed to climb onto the horse using sheer brute force.

"Hmm..."

The jolting motion of mounting the horse aggravated his internal injuries, and Pei Yunjing groaned, his face turning almost transparently pale.

But with one hand firmly supporting the back of Tangli's head, his other hand pulled over the large black fox fur cloak behind her.

He wrapped her up completely, leaving only her small, pale face exposed, pressed tightly against his burning chest.

"drive!"

Pei Yunjing spurred the horse's belly.

The warhorses neighed and shot into the vast night like arrows released from a bow.

...

The journey back to Beijing felt endless.

As Tang Li fell into a deep coma due to excessive blood loss, the special magnetic field that had always surrounded Pei Yunjing and calmed his world was dissipating at an alarming rate.

[Buzz—! ...

That familiar, despairing roar has returned.

This time, it was more intense than ever before.

"Da da da!"

The rapid hoofbeats sounded like thunder to him.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

The sound of the wind in my ears turned into the shrieks of a vengeful ghost.

The clanging sound of hundreds of black-armored guards rubbing their armor behind him was like countless saws tearing at his already fragile nerves.

pain.

My head is splitting with pain.

My vision began to blur, and the world distorted once again into a blood-red speckle.

Pei Yunjing's body swayed violently on the horse's back.

Logically speaking, after suffering such severe internal injuries and experiencing such a violent backlash on his five senses, he should have fainted long ago.

but--

"puff!"

Pei Yunjing suddenly bit the tip of his tongue.

A sharp pain shot through him, and the metallic taste of blood in his mouth forcibly held his collapsing mind together for a moment.

Don't get dizzy.

You absolutely must not faint.

If he faints, who will protect the person in his arms?

If she let go of the horse's back on that bumpy ride, she would die.

"...crabapple".

Pei Yunjing lowered his head, resting his chin on her cold forehead, and in this noisy and chaotic hell, he murmured again and again in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Don't sleep..."

"Please... don't sleep..."

The person in my arms didn't react at all; their body was as cold as ice.

The fear of losing her was more suffocating to him than the pain of overloaded senses.

"I will take you home."

Pei Yunjing's voice was hoarse and broken, mixed with the wind and rain, revealing a tenderness that was almost desperate:

"Didn't you want to eat braised pork? Didn't you want to eat pork knuckle?"

"As long as you wake up... you can eat whatever you want from now on."

"I will never let you suffer again... I will never let you eat those vegetables and tofu again..."

"Sweetheart...don't leave me..."

He rode his horse like that, talking to the unconscious Tangli like a madman.

It was as if as long as he kept talking, the person in his arms would never grow completely cold.

Han Zheng and the black-armored guards following behind, looking at the figure in front of them, swaying precariously in the wind and rain, yet always keeping his back straight, all had tears in their eyes.

Sudden.

A bolt of lightning ripped through the night sky, illuminating Pei Yunjing's profile.

Han Zheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

What did he see?

On that cold, blood-stained face, which usually showed no expression other than murderous intent, a glaring mark had now appeared.

It was a drop of liquid.

The tears slid down Pei Yunjing's scarlet eyes, flowed over his pale cheeks, and finally dripped onto the face of the woman in his arms.

That wasn't rainwater.

He was crying.

That ruthless killer who doesn't blink an eye and sheds blood without a tear, that arrogant regent Pei Yunjing...

She's actually crying?

Their king fell in love.

"Faster! Faster!"

Han Zheng wiped the rain from his face and roared in a hoarse voice, "Notify the manor! Have all the imperial physicians on standby! If anything happens to the Princess Consort, all of us... will be executed!"

The sound of horses' hooves shattered the tranquility of the capital.

That night, the news that Regent Pei Yunjing was riding back to the city with a woman covered in blood spread like wildfire throughout the capital.