Chapter 48 Chapter 48 If she dared to tamper with the emperor's power, she would surely die...

Outside the villa, a deathly silence fell.

Hearing the shadow guard's report, Jiang Yue instinctively turned his gaze to the prince. The man's expression suddenly dropped, his jaw tensed, and a murderous intent shone in his eyes.

Fu Huaiqing gripped the reins tightly, his face stern as he rode away without a word.

Jiang Yue and Cheng Jin, who had followed, exchanged glances, each seeing fear in the other's eyes. They hurried to keep pace with the prince, praying unceasingly.

What they knew for sure was that if anything happened to Biezhi, His Highness would unleash a bloody massacre.

The night darkened, the bright moonlight obscured by slowly passing clouds. The shimmering light and shadows faded from the sky, and the young girl vanished into the night.

The shadow chasing her was stopped by the guards who arrived in time. Seeing the situation was unsettling, they retreated.

Suddenly, the offensive and defensive positions alternated.

Fleeing the troubled area, Biezhi didn't pause, dashing towards the nearest Suzaku Gate. On one side of the lake was a bustling streetscape, while on the other side, she found herself in a

vast, silent expanse, devoid of any light or shadow. Catching sight of the Wuwei Shop on the other side, she paused for a moment, as if witnessing the bustling stillness beneath the lights.

Biezhi's eyes flickered, and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She

hadn't expected to see them one last time.

She wasn't sure if there were assassins following her. Rushing to the Wuwei Shop would only disrupt its tranquility. If the assassins were driven to murder, innocent people might be harmed.

The smile in Biezhi's eyes deepened, a crimson streak etched beneath the brilliant smile. She widened her eyes slightly, suppressing the overflowing light, and waved in the direction of the shop.

Before she could even begin to grieve, the faint sound of footsteps echoed in her ears, their pace laced with urgency. They were perhaps forty or fifty feet away. Biezhi hadn't expected them to arrive so quickly. She quickly glanced around, glimpsing the nearby forest compound. She ducked low and scurried into the jungle, using the dense undergrowth to shield her form.

Biezhi hid within the brush, holding her breath.

There were perhaps twenty of them.

Following the footsteps came the clatter of horse hooves.

Their sword handles slashed through the surrounding jungle, the crisp sound of the hilts ripping through the branches resonating in Biezhi's ears like drums. Her heart tightened, clenching in her throat, making it difficult for her to breathe.

The crisp rustling sound grew closer. Biezhi bent down, bracing herself against the wall, and slowly walked forward along the compound wall. The noise grew louder, and

she couldn't tell whether the approaching men were assassins following their master's orders or guards from the palace.

The former wanted her life, the latter saved it.

"Have you found him?"

The sound of horse hooves stopped, and a man's clear voice suddenly rang out.

Biezhi's breathing stopped for a moment.

It was the devil who came to take her life!

Her eyelashes trembled, and her peripheral vision swept across the dense bushes three steps away. Before she could calm down, her master's words, as cold as a cold cellar, rang in her ears again.

He said coldly: "Dig three feet into the ground to find him."

Biezhi shuddered violently.

How had she offended him that he wanted to kill her so ruthlessly?!

The footsteps in her ears were getting closer and closer. Biezhi bent down and hid in the bushes, using the tall and dense bushes to block herself. Through the gaps in the bushes, she caught a glimpse of the figures passing by.

Watching them pass by one by one, seemingly without noticing her, Biezhi breathed a sigh of relief. However, before she could fully realize her sigh of relief, she heard another sound of footsteps. Unlike the killer who was gradually leaning out, these footsteps were noticeably steadier, approaching slowly and at a leisurely pace.

Biezhi froze as a stern gaze pierced through the layers of bushes.

She raised her eyes slightly and met a pair of familiar eyes.

The man leaned down, staring at her with a faint smile and silence. His eyes scanned her inch by inch, as if he was studying something.

The moment their eyes met, Biezhi breathed a sigh of relief. She wanted to grab his wrist and pull him into the bushes, but in a moment she realized something was wrong, and her palm slowly froze in mid-air.

Why was Ji Ran here?

Before she could ask, she heard him ask, "Where are you going?"

The whole world fell silent.

Biezhi clearly heard the shock rumbling from deep within her own heart. Her lips, pursed for so long, parted slightly, her eyes widening like the full moon on August 15th.

How could Ji Ran speak...?

Wasn't he born deaf?!

The man before her opened his thin lips again and asked, "Are you hurt anywhere?"

The slowly piercing concern reached Biezhi's ears, strangely tinged with a chill. Ji Ran's voice was too similar to her master's.

It wasn't similar; they were clearly the same person!

But how could they be the same person?

One was the deaf man from Wuweipu, the other the master of Xianyunlou. How could they be the same person when they couldn't even be related?

In an instant, Biezhi felt it all made sense.

She had the answer to her master's reason for killing her.

It seemed he wasn't after her because she hadn't completed her mission, but because she had offended him long ago with her rude remarks.

But wasn't he being a little too stingy?

Before Biezhi could recover, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure running forward. Standing behind Jiran, he seemed oblivious to her, and bowed, "Your Highness, I haven't seen Miss Biezhi."

Hearing this, Biezhi nearly gasped.

She stared intently at Cheng Jin, standing behind Jiran, then slowly shifted her gaze to the narrow scar on his face.

No, that man was Jiran.

Before she could recover, another figure hurried toward her. It was clearly Qingshan, his eyes fixed. As he approached, the faint scent of blood filled the air.

Biezhi pinched herself mercilessly, the sudden pain radiating through her body.

She wasn't dreaming.

Haha, she was done.

Biezhi knew clearly that she was doomed.

- "Let me tell you, I have a master, he is really not a human."

- "Last night, a junior brother who sneaked away was caught and brought back. The master ordered people to put him in a dark cell. We listened outside. The wails of the junior brother after being tortured echoed everywhere, like a ghost demanding his life. I was scared awake three times at night. No, it’s better to say that the master is the ghost wandering the world."

- "Is there something wrong with his brain? I don’t seem to have done anything wrong recently. Why did he torture me so much? He left and then sent people to find me and rush me back, back and forth four or five times. Do you think I don’t have a temper? One day, I will ride on his head and make him beg for mercy."

-"He is the only King of Hell in the world, and all Kings of Hell should respectfully call him brother. When I was sent on a mission, he actually asked me to pay with my life if necessary. Isn't my life a life? The King of Hell had to wait until my life was up before ordering the Black and White Impermanence to take me away, but he actually wanted to take my life in advance." -"

Our King of Hell is sometimes sunny and sometimes cloudy, and it is impossible to guess what he is thinking."

-"Good boy."

-"An old man who has never been married and has never been heard of having a sweetheart. I am afraid that when he gets older, there will be more and more gossips and his temperament will change drastically."

The old words rang in her ears one by one. She blinked and wanted to escape, but her feet felt like they were filled with lead and she could not lift them at all.

"I'm reclaiming the title of King of Hell I gave my master. From now on, I'll give it to Prince Su. You don't even know how stern he is today, as if I owe him tens of millions of taels. What a waste of that face."

"If you have a voice like Prince Su's, we'd better become mute. With such a handsome face and a voice like a buffalo, we'd rather not."

"I suddenly feel a little pity for the court officials. If I heard his voice every day in court, I'd definitely resign."

"If I were his wife, I'd definitely feed him mute potion when the opportunity arose."

Oh, she had even flirted with him.

Bie Zhi clearly realized that if a single word could cost her a head, even if she transformed into a thousand-headed monster today, it wouldn't be enough for him to chop off. Even the ghost-headed knife in the West Market would be blunt and still not be enough.

Not to mention she had flirted with him.

She had flirted with the current regent in broad daylight... If

she hadn't dared to offend the emperor, who would die if not her?

Bie Zhi: "..."

She didn't know if it was too late to beg for mercy.

Fu Huaiqing knew at a glance that she had written the entire novel in her mind, and looked at her with a half-smile: "Are you scared now?"

His smile was so sinister, he was indeed the King of Hell. Even

when death was imminent, she still couldn't help but complain

in her heart. Biezhi swallowed and silently completed the next sentence for him.

What were you doing earlier?

If she knew that Ji Ran was the master, and His Highness Prince Su, she would not dare to act rashly even if she had ten thousand guts! She would definitely run away and never appear in front of him in this life.

Biezhi laughed awkwardly twice, looking at him with tears in her eyes.

Fu Huaiqing laughed.

Suddenly, he felt that Biezhi like this was also very interesting.

He smiled without saying a word, and raised his chin slightly to signal her to go back: "What are you doing standing here? Are you going to leave?"

"I--" Biezhi stopped talking in an instant when she met the man's deep eyes, and changed the subject: "With the prince protecting me, I will naturally not leave."

The girl's smile was flattering, and Fu Huaiqing found it dazzling.

He wanted to tear her brain apart and take a good look at what she was imagining. He said, "Don't worry, I won't take your life."

Biezhi was even more worried after hearing that.

You know, only those who have thought of taking her life would tell her not to do so. Those who have never thought of taking their own life would never think of this.

He clearly thought of it!

At this moment, it is definitely right to be cautious in what you say and do. The more you say, the more mistakes you make. The less you say, the less mistakes you will make.

Biezhi pursed her lips silently and followed him closely. She was even thinking about finishing him off right there and then. If she did it herself, she could still keep her body intact. While she was thinking, she saw him pause and look back from the corner of her eye. She suddenly forced a smile and looked at him.

No matter how she looked at him, she felt sad.

She really couldn't compare the man in front of her who clearly looked like Ji Ran with her master, or even His Highness Su Wang. They were obviously different people.

Ji Ran was so gentle.

And the master and Su Wang were as fierce as they could be.

A carriage with the seal of the Prince Su's Mansion stopped at the side of the street. Biezhi, who was walking with heavy steps, caught a glimpse of Ji Ran's tall figure who had stopped walking. He slightly turned his body to indicate that he would get on the carriage.

The man's dark pupils were like an abyss that tempted her to go deep into the darkness, waiting for her to lean over and look at it

, and he would devour her. Biezhi thought about it seriously. If she were him, she would definitely cut into pieces those who scolded her every day. Putting herself in his shoes, it was normal for him to want to kill her.

The lingering aura became heavier, and Biezhi decided to die resolutely.

She stepped onto the stool resolutely and leaned into the carriage. She did not see the man extending his hand to support her.

Fu Huaiqing stared at the drooping curtain for a while and laughed quietly.

The gaze on her disappeared, and Biezhi breathed a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, she met the eyes of 'Jiran' halfway through the breath. She stopped there, breathless, and it took a long time to fall.

The palace carriage was not small, and Biezhi wished it could be bigger.

Why was he sitting so close to her?

And his hand was pressing on her sleeve!

Biezhi glanced at him casually, and saw that his attention did not seem to be on her. She breathed a sigh of relief, lowered her eyes, and quietly pulled the sleeve that was pressed by him.

After finally pulling it out a little, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

It seemed too quiet.

She secretly lifted her eyelids half an inch, and her eyes suddenly met his. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at the movement of her hands vaguely.

Biezhi: "..."

After a moment of silence, she silently put the sleeve back in little by little.