The frail counselor you said, you fight against three heroes alone?

On the other hand, Princess Anxi had already spent quite some time at Young Master Huang's house, but her life was not satisfactory.

On this day, the sun shone through the window lattices onto the ground. Princess Anxi was carrying a bucket of water with difficulty, her pretty face full of fatigue and grievance.

She bit her lip, her eyes revealing stubbornness and helplessness, thinking secretly in her heart: "I was born a royal family, but now I am being bullied like this."

Several servants gathered around, with their hands on their hips and stern faces. One of them shouted, "Hurry up! You can't even do this job properly!"

Princess Anxi raised her head and glared at the man fiercely. There seemed to be burning anger in her eyes, but she finally endured it and continued to work silently.

That day, the Parthian princess finished all her work and dragged her tired body back to the small and simple room.

She suddenly collapsed on the bed, looking at the dilapidated roof, and finally couldn't hold back her tears.

"What did I do wrong to deserve this treatment?" she asked herself over and over again.

The next day, before dawn, Princess Anxi was rudely called by her servants to work again.

Her eyes were empty as she mechanically repeated the heavy work, as if she had lost her soul.

As the days passed, the Parthian princess became thinner and paler.

But the servants had no mercy at all and continued to order her around even more harshly.

Finally one day, Master Huang somehow remembered Princess Linglong of Parthia.

Linglong was the name she was given after entering the Huang family.

That day, he strolled to where the servants lived, and saw many people sitting there laughing, only Linglong was working hard.

Master Huang frowned slightly, his face full of confusion, and asked, "What's going on?"

When the servants heard Young Master Huang's voice, they were instantly panicked and their faces turned pale.

When Linglong heard Master Huang's voice, she seemed to have seen a savior. She stopped what she was doing and ran over quickly, tears in her eyes, saying aggrievedly, "Master, these are not my jobs at all, but they forced me to do them."

Young Master Huang looked at Linglong's haggard face and scarred hands, and anger surged in his heart.

"How dare you!" Young Master Huang shouted angrily, his eyes sweeping over the servants fiercely.

At this time, the servants lowered their heads, their bodies trembling slightly, and did not dare to look Young Master Huang in the eye.

Master Huang turned to look at Linglong, his tone softened a little, and said, "Linglong, I'm sorry for making you suffer."

Linglong bit her lip, her eyes full of gratitude, and said softly, "Thank you for your insight, young master."

Young Master Huang snorted coldly and said sternly to the servants: "From today on, anyone who dares to bully Linglong again will not be forgiven easily!" The servants nodded in agreement.

Master Huang looked at Linglong with a trace of guilt in his eyes, and said gently: "Linglong, if anyone bullies you again in the future, just come and tell me."

Linglong nodded slightly, with a hint of relief in her eyes.

After Master Huang left, the servants glared at Linglong fiercely, and one of them muttered in a low voice: "Humph, don't think you're great just because you have the Master's support."

Linglong felt nervous when she heard this, but she mustered up her courage when she thought of Master Huang's words and replied, "I'm just doing what I should do, don't go too far!"

In the following days, although the servants did not dare to bully Linglong openly, they would still occasionally give her the cold shoulder and speak coldly to her.

Linglong pretended not to see or hear anything and continued to work silently.

One day, Linglong was about to return to her room after finishing her work when she suddenly heard the servants plotting in the corner.

"We can't just let her go like this. We have to find a way to make her suffer again."

"Yes, otherwise how will we be so powerful in the future?"

Linglong was nervous, but she secretly told herself that she must be careful in dealing with the situation.

Xiyu and the other three stayed in Qingzhou for one night. The night enveloped the small city, making it quiet and peaceful.

Inside the room, Cheng Yu sat on the edge of the bed, looking gloomy, his brows furrowed, his heart full of sadness.

"I don't know when we will meet again after I part with the Prime Minister tomorrow?" He murmured to himself, with deep reluctance and worry in his eyes.

Xi Yu noticed Cheng Yu's depression and comforted him, "Don't be so sad. As long as you work hard for the people and make achievements, it is better than anything else."

The next day, Xiyu and three others set off facing the rising sun.

On the other side, in a dark and damp prison, Madam Huayue was imprisoned by Zhou Yu.

After a few days, Zhou Yu planned to release Zhao Yun after confirming that she was fine.

At this moment, Madam Huayue looked haggard, her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were empty and lifeless.

She leaned against the cold wall, feeling hopeless and regretful. "I didn't expect everything would be ruined. What should I do in the future?"

When the jailer opened the cell door and told her that she was about to be released, Mrs. Huayue slowly raised her head without a trace of joy on her face.

When Zhou Yu saw her, he frowned slightly and said, "You can go now. Considering that Zhao Yun is fine this time, I will not pursue you any further."

Madam Huayue stood up with difficulty, her voice hoarse: "Where can I go now that I have ended up like this?"

Zhou Yu snorted: "You have brought this upon yourself, so take care of yourself."

Madam Huayue staggered out of the prison, looked at the sky outside, her eyes blurred with tears.

Madam Huayue walked aimlessly with heavy steps, her past glory and current desolation constantly emerging in her mind.

"I used to be able to call the wind and rain, but now I have ended up like this." She murmured to herself with a bitter smile on her lips.

At this time, a former subordinate passed by her. Seeing her current appearance, he was shocked at first, and then showed a look of contempt: "Humph, you have come to this day!"

Madam Huayue shuddered and glared at him, “You ungrateful thing!”

The subordinate sneered: "You still think you are the master? Your hideout is gone, you are nothing!" After saying that, he walked away.

Madam Huayue was so angry that she was shaking all over, but she could do nothing. She found a corner and squatted down, hugged her knees, and tears welled up in her eyes again: "Is this really the end for me?"

An unknown amount of time had passed, but as night fell, Madam Huayue was still squatting there in a daze, full of confusion and fear about the future.

After a while, Madam Huayue was walking aimlessly on the street. Her eyes were empty, her steps were unsteady, and she looked distraught.

The makeup on her face had long been smudged, her hair was messy, and her former charm was gone.

At this time, an old woman walking on the road noticed her.

The old woman's eyes were filled with shrewdness and mercenary thinking. When she saw that Madam Huayue was in a bad state but still looked pretty, she immediately had evil thoughts in her mind.

The old woman smiled and walked up quickly, saying attentively, "Hey, young lady, you look like you are in trouble. What's wrong with you?"

Madam Huayue raised her head and glanced at the old woman. Her eyes were full of numbness, and she said weakly, "What does it have to do with you?"

The old woman didn't care, and still said enthusiastically: "Don't be so reserved, girl. Maybe I can help you."

She thought to herself, "This girl is pretty. If I can use her for my own benefit, I'll definitely make a fortune."

Madam Huayue sneered: "You can help me? Don't be ridiculous."

The old woman took Madam Huayue's arm, leaned close to her and said, "Young lady, trust me, tell me, there may be a way."

Madam Huayue remained silent, her eyes dull, as if she had not heard what the old woman said.

Seeing this, the old woman gritted her teeth and said directly: "Girl, I won't hide it from you. I am a brothel owner. Seeing that you are pretty, I hope you can enter my brothel. I guarantee that you will have the best food and the best drinks."

When Madam Huayue heard this, her eyes widened and her face flushed. She raised her hand and was about to hit the old woman, shouting, "How dare you, you shameless thing, humiliate me like this!"

The old woman was so scared that she quickly took a few steps back, put her hands in front of her body, and said in panic: "Why are you so fierce? If you can't do it, just forget it." After that, she turned around and prepared to leave.

The old woman had just taken a few steps when she heard Madam Huayue's trembling voice from behind her: "Wait, I promise you." The old woman turned around in surprise, only to see Madam Huayue biting her lips, her eyes full of despair and determination, with tears welling up in her eyes.

She thought to herself, "Forget it. There is no other way to go now."

The old woman immediately showed a pleasant smile on her face, and she walked back quickly, saying, "Girl, have you figured it out? Don't worry, follow me, you won't suffer any loss."

Madam Huayue took a deep breath and said coldly: "I just hope you don't lie to me."

So, Madam Huayue followed the woman to a place called Taohuayuan.

As soon as she entered the courtyard, Madam Huayue was shocked by the scene before her.

A group of heavily made-up women were laughing and playing in the yard; the scent of their makeup mixed with the noise filled the air.

On the other side, Xi Yu and others continued on their journey, and unknowingly they had already walked halfway.

Xi Yu suddenly had an idea and turned to everyone and said, "I want to go to Wuhuan and see how Meng Huo is doing over there." His eyes were full of concern and expectation.

Ouyang Linlin raised her head slightly, met Xiyu's gaze, and replied with a smile: "It's rare for us to come out, so let's go and take a look." Her face was filled with excitement and her eyes were sparkling with curiosity.

Seeing her so straightforward, Xi Yu was overjoyed and waved his hand: "Okay, let's go to Wuhuan now!"

With the sound of horse hooves, a group of people galloped towards the direction of Wuhuan.

In Wuhuan, Meng Huo was extremely worried these days.

He sat alone in the room, the table in front of him was filled with wine jugs. He looked haggard and his eyes were bloodshot.

Madam Zhu Rong walked into the room and saw Meng Huo's appearance. She frowned and walked up to him quickly. She snatched the wine jug from his hand and said angrily, "Stop drinking! How can you solve the problem by being so depressed?"

Meng Huo raised his head, his eyes blurred, and said drunkenly: "I'm in a bad mood, let me drink, let me drink to my heart's content!"

Madam Zhu Rong looked at his decadent appearance, feeling angry and pitiful. She sighed and said, "What can you change by giving up on yourself like this?"

Meng Huo pushed Mrs. Zhu Rong away, picked up another pot of wine, and muttered, "I don't care. I feel so miserable!"

Madam Zhu Rong shook her head helplessly and sighed again: "Forget it, you can do whatever you want."

After saying that, he turned and walked out.

She stood outside the tent, looking at the sky, feeling worried: "What should I do if this continues?"

At this moment, a sturdy man came over. He had a resolute face and a firm look in his eyes. He was Zhao Hainan, a soldier who had always loyally followed Meng Huo and was now a lieutenant general.

Zhao Hainan saw that Madam Zhu Rong had a worried look on her face, so he stepped forward and saluted, saying, "Madam, our lord has been in a bad mood recently, so we need your care." His tone was full of concern and anxiety.

Mrs. Zhu Rong frowned and said helplessly: "Why didn't I persuade him? But he didn't listen at all and is now drunk." After that, she sighed softly, her face full of worry.

Zhao Hainan gritted his teeth and said, "My Lord, it's not a good idea for you to be so depressed. The situation of our Wuhuan still needs you to cheer up and make a decision."

Madam Zhu Rong's eyes flashed with worry, and she shook her head slightly and said, "I know that, but he is in this state now, and I can't do anything about it."

Zhao Hainan then smiled and said, "Madam, the lord has entrusted the matter to me and asked me to lead the troops to solve it. I can completely handle it on my own. I just don't want to see the lord so depressed."

There was confidence and loyalty on his face, and he looked at Madam Zhurong with firm eyes.

Madam Zhu Rong was slightly moved and said, "General Zhao's loyalty is commendable."

Zhao Hainan looked serious and said, "Madam, my loyalty to you is evident to all. I hope you can recover your former glory as soon as possible and lead us to create a new world in Wuhuan."

Madam Zhu Rong nodded slightly, with a hint of hope in her eyes: "I hope so."

Zhao Hainan frowned and said, "Madam, this matter could have been reported to the court, but the lord was not happy about it and thought it would be too embarrassing."

There was a hint of helplessness and anxiety in his tone, and his face was full of worry.

Madam Zhu Rong looked deep in thought and said after a moment's contemplation: "Now we can only take it one step at a time and see how the situation develops."

She was also very conflicted. She felt sorry for Meng Huo's stubbornness, but was also worried that the situation would get worse.

Zhao Hainan nodded solemnly and said, "Madam, I will withdraw first. If you have any instructions, please call me at any time."

After saying this, he bowed respectfully and turned to leave.

Looking at Zhao Hainan's departing back, Madam Zhu Rong sighed softly and prayed silently in her heart that things would turn around.

When Madam Zhu Rong returned to the room again, she saw Meng Huo slumped on the table, mumbling something incoherently, and was completely drunk.

Her eyes were full of pity. She shook her head gently and whispered to herself, "Husband, why are you doing this?"

Mrs. Zhu Rong walked over slowly, brought a quilt, and carefully draped it over Meng Huo.

Seeing Meng Huo drunk, she frowned and thought to herself, "We can't keep this a secret any longer. We should report it to the Prime Minister, or I'll go to Youzhou. But I can't bear to leave my husband. Sigh, I'd better write a letter while he's asleep, otherwise he won't agree."

Thinking of this, Mrs. Zhu Rong no longer hesitated, quickly took out paper and pen, sat aside and started writing a letter.

Her expression was extremely focused and she wrote every word very carefully, praying silently in her heart that the letter would be delivered in time and resolve her current dilemma.

After a while, Mrs. Zhu Rong finished writing the letter, got up and walked out of the yard.

She looked serious, looked around anxiously, and shouted, "Someone come!"

A soldier came running over with a puzzled look on his face.

Madam Zhu Rong handed him the letter and said firmly, "Give this letter to Xi Yu, and come back quickly!"

The soldier was startled, with a look of hesitation and embarrassment on his face. He whispered, "Madam, the lord is unwilling to report what happened here to the higher-ups, so I..."

Madam Zhu Rong glared at the soldier and said in a louder voice: "This is my order. I will take all the responsibility!"

The soldier felt Madam Zhu Rong's determination and dared not hesitate any longer. He nodded and replied quickly: "Yes, madam, I'll go right away!" After that, he took the letter, turned around and ran away.

Madam Zhu Rong looked at the soldiers' backs as they left, and prayed silently in her heart: "I hope this letter can resolve the crisis."

The soldiers carried the letter and rode at full speed, not daring to delay for even a moment.

He was also a little nervous, not knowing what consequences his delivery of the letter would bring.

After the soldiers left, Mrs. Zhu Rong returned to the room, sat next to Meng Huo, gently held his hand, and murmured to herself: "My husband, don't blame me for acting on my own. This is also for our future."

Suddenly, the sky began to darken, and the originally blue sky seemed to be quickly covered by a huge gray curtain.

The dark clouds rolled like surging waves, piling up layer by layer, pressing lower and lower, as if to swallow up the entire earth.

Immediately afterwards, dazzling streaks of lightning flashed through the dark clouds like silver snakes, instantly illuminating the dim world palely.

Despite such deafening thunder, Meng Huo was still sleeping like a dead pig, unaware of the violent storm outside.

Mrs. Zhu Rong hurriedly closed the doors and windows while muttering, "This thunder is so scary!"

Her face was full of nervousness and anxiety, and she secretly said to the heaven in her heart: "Oh God, please make sure that thunder strikes all the bad guys to death and make this world peaceful."

After closing the doors and windows, she looked back at Meng Huo who was still sleeping, sighed helplessly, and murmured to herself: "My husband, when will you wake up? Stop escaping from reality like this."

The rain came particularly hard, with raindrops as big as beans hitting the ground madly, splashing water, as if to drown the whole world.

However, the violent rain came and went quickly, and it retreated after a short while.

After a while, Meng Huo slowly woke up. He rubbed his heavy head, opened his hazy eyes, and found that Madam Zhu Rong was standing by his side with a concerned look on her face.

A trace of guilt flashed in Meng Huo's eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Madam, thank you for your hard work."

Mrs. Zhu Rong had tears in her eyes and said softly, "My husband, you finally woke up. As long as you are well, I won't feel tired."

Meng Huo looked at Madam Zhu Rong's haggard face and blamed himself: "I am so depressed and I have caused Madam Zhu Rong trouble." (End of this chapter)