Roaming Soul

Yun Duan held the teacup on the table and looked at it. With a smile, she said, "Xuan Hong, I've never lied to you. If the day of the new king ever comes, then I won't go with you!"

Xuan Hong froze for a moment before he laughed. He looked up at her and asked, "Is it because I'm not in your heart?"

Yun Duan nodded her head. She did not want to owe Xuan Su anything regarding her relationship with him. Even if it made him sad, it was still better than being disappointed or despairing in the end.

"What about Siyan Qingjun?"

Yun Duan looked at him in surprise.

"What does this have to do with Shiyan Qingjun?"

Xuan Hong pursed his lips, feeling somewhat bitter.

"If you don't care about me, then, have you already had any interest in him?"

To Shiyan Qingjun?

Was she interested in him?

Yun Duan blinked, feeling a bit puzzled. She actually couldn't say what feeling she had towards Shiyan Qingjun. If she said love, then that would be hilarious. But if she didn't love, then she often had him in her dreams.

However, there was one other feeling, and that was respect and love.

Because he wanted to help her, because he was her husband, so he liked it.

He didn't have any other distracting thoughts.

"Siyan Qingjun is truly outstanding, but he's not someone I can covet!"

That person was cold and arrogant. Naturally, he wouldn't fall for her, so why would she look down on herself?

Xuan Hong didn't say anything after hearing that. His eyes were slightly lowered, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

The White Cloud Blue Dog had already been in the clouds for half a year.

In the late spring and summer, the entire Myriad Palace was brimming with vitality. The flowers in the garden were beautiful and blossoming, and the fragrance of the flowers wafted into the distance. The smell was especially good.

However, Yun Yang did not have the time to appreciate it.

She had just gotten off the throne.

"Mistress, Princess Luofei has been in pain for an entire day and night!" Qiong Ying ran over from afar, a little anxious.

Yun Duan stood in front of the Sacrificial Hall and stared at the altar, feeling somewhat nervous.

"Has Emperor Chen passed yet?"

Qiong Ying shook her head. "Ever since the Sixth Prince left, the previous Emperor's health has been getting worse and worse. Furthermore, he didn't like to be disturbed. Even though Princess Luofei is about to give birth, the previous Emperor didn't show the slightest bit of concern for her!"

Hearing this, Yun Duan narrowed his eyes.

No matter what, he was still the flesh and blood of Emperor Chen, how could he not care?

Or was it that the departure of the road had really dealt a blow to him?

"What did the midwife say?"

"This is the first time for consort Luo to be born, so naturally it will be very difficult for her!"

Yun Duan sighed.

"Let me take a look!"

Qin Ni hurriedly stood in front of her with a worried expression.

"Mistress, your status is very high right now, you can't see that bloody light!"

Yun Duan waved his hand, "It's fine, I'm just waiting outside!"

Besides, she didn't have the courage to watch that scene. The pain she had experienced for an entire day and night must have been heart-tearing and lung-splitting.

Arriving in front of Zhiluo Palace, before they even entered, they heard waves of roars that were rather terrifying.

"Master!" Joan was frightened, and her big eyes were full of fear.

Yun Duan swept a glance at her and walked inside with firm steps.

She stopped at the main hall, and since she couldn't leave, Qin Ni held onto her with all her might.

"Mistress, can you wait here?"

His ears heard the mournful voice of consort Luo, sounding somewhat helpless and desperate.

She probably never thought that Emperor Chen would be so heartless. She was already like this, yet he didn't even reveal himself.

"Your Majesty!" The midwife hurriedly ran out from the inner room. When she saw Yun Duan, she was obviously startled. Then, she kneeled down in front of him with a 'pu tong' sound.

"The Empress has the appearance of a bloodbath. Your Majesty, you should move him to the palace!"

Bloodbath was an ominous sign. Cloud's End was high up in the sky, so anyone who understood the situation wouldn't agree with her standing here.

"What about the doctors?"

The midwife's heart trembled, even her voice was trembling.

"Your Highness is thin, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on even if you take the medicine!"

Yun Duan clenched his five fingers.

"Where's the child?"

"This servant will do her best to protect the child!"

Yun Duan's black eyes flickered slightly, feeling somewhat weak.

"Hurry up and go, the adults and children will do their best to protect it!"

"Yes sir!"

"Master!"

Qin Ni held onto the clouds with a worried expression.

Yun Duan waved her hands, her face pale.

She still remembered the day Rui was born. Imperial Concubine Chu had screamed her heart out for so long, and the blood came out one after another. She didn't know anything at the time.

It was only when the sound of Arelish's weeping came from the room that Mammy laughed and said she had a sister.

At that time, she was still young, so all her memories were blurry and fragmented. She could only keep a general idea of what happened. From then on, she was sent to the desolate mountain, so it was naturally impossible for her to see any living children.

It was the first time he had ever been in the palace.

Her cries were painful, but Emperor Chen didn't care in the slightest. It was really depressing.

When Yun Duan walked out of the main hall, the sky was overcast and the painful cries coming from behind her could be heard. She suddenly felt a little lost, not knowing what she had been trying to accomplish in her life.

Great years of life were scattered all over the palace, and Emperor Chen was a person of tender affection. She had no power or influence, so even though she had a dragon seed in her womb, what she wanted the most was the Emperor's heart.

But it was too difficult.

There were many flowers in the yard, blooming daintily as butterflies flew around.

Yun Duan's mood was heavy.

"Mistress, be careful …" A sharp sound pierced through the entire Myriad Temple as Qiong Ying rushed over like a madman.

When he was in danger, his body reacted faster than his brain. As the cold wind blew, Yun Duan was only barely able to dodge one strike.

A few strands of black hair were cut off and flew into the air.

"Assassin, protector, protector!"

Qin Ni shouted.

The shadow guard was blocking the front of the cloud. His body was completely black, and nothing could be seen.

Yun Duan looked at the man in black charging at her with a frightened expression and felt a chill in his heart.

It was the masked man again, it was him again.

The masked man attacked ferociously, his sword hacking down and leaving nothing behind.

The Spiritual Energy that exploded out seemed to be wanting to continuously blow up this Zhiluo Palace.

Qin Ni stood firmly in front of Yun Duan. She stared at the masked man with a murderous look in her eyes, and her body was trembling slightly.

Yun Duan clenched her fists. This was always the case. No matter how heavily guarded, he was still able to come and go as he pleased.

Sword lights and sword shadows could be seen outside, and the inside was filled with a heart wrenching pain.

One group of guards fell and another group was replaced.

The process repeated until the entire Zhiluo Palace became hell.

The Dark Guard was injured. It seemed that he was badly injured.

Yun Duan was terrified at the speed at which the masked man's power had increased. Last time, the hidden guards had been able to stop him, but this time, he had even injured the hidden guards.

"Who are you?"

Yun Duan's voice trembled and his eyes turned red.

The masked man's longsword was still dripping with blood, and the thick stench of blood caused Yun Duan's face to turn even paler.

Qin Ni and Qiong Ying continued to protect the clouds as they retreated. The fear in their eyes was as obvious as ever.

"Who the hell are you?"

The clouds were hysterical.

Again and again, the trail had been cut off, and every day she was on edge, but there was nothing she could do.

"Wah …" "Wow …"

Suddenly, the sound of a baby wailing could be heard in the main hall. Yun Duan's heart tightened and he saw the masked man's bloody sword freeze. His figure flashed as he headed towards the main hall.

"Protect the child!"

Yun Duan broke free from Qin Ni's grasp and ran forward. She hated, hated that she did not have spiritual energy, and could not fight against him.

"Where are the archers?"

Qin Ni shouted.

"Master!"

Qiongying ran after the clouds, and Qin Ni followed.

The courtyard of Zhiluo Palace was filled with corpses, the stench of blood thick.

No one would have thought that this masked man would be so savage. He came in broad daylight, and the same thing happened last time, making people unable to guard against him.

When Yun Duan rushed into the hall, she saw a flash of sword light and the baby that was crying had already stopped breathing. As for the consort, her eyes were wide open as she breathed her last, out of fear.

"No …"

Yun Duan shouted loudly. Seeing her, the masked man flashed towards her at an extremely fast speed.

Yun Duan picked up the nearby stuff and threw it all at him. Her heart was cold and frightened; this person actually didn't let go of such a small baby.

Just as the long sword was about to pierce Yun Duan's chest, a stream of spiritual energy suddenly surged out.

"Bam!"

The long sword was knocked away, and Xuan Su shot into the room with a sinister look in his eyes.

Yun Duan's steps were unstable as she continuously retreated. Qin Ni and Qiongying, who had rushed over from behind, supported her.

"Master!"

Yun Duan opened her mouth, but the lump in her throat was too severe.

Xuan Hong was not a match for those fighting in the inner chamber to the outer chamber. The masked men progressed too quickly, and no one could keep up with them.

He seemed to have come precisely to kill this child. Now that he had succeeded, he no longer had any desire to fight.

After a handful of black smoke, he disappeared.

Yun Duan held onto her chest and looked at the two midwives, one doctor, one servant girl, all of them dead.

She trembled as she looked at the bedside. Her terrified eyes were still wide open.

Yun Duan's heart ached as he looked at the child whose heart had been pierced with a sword.

Qin Ni moved forward and pulled the child's leg aside to look.

The voice was slightly hoarse. "Master, it's a little prince!"

Yun Duan whimpered as she reached out her hands to close the wide open eyes.

In this way, you and your son will be safe in the afterlife. If there is a next life, you will not be reincarnated in the royal family.

Tears slid down her cheeks.

Yun Duan stepped out of the main hall of the Zhiluo Palace, covered in blood.

Xuan Hong looked at her worriedly. "How are you?"

Yun Duan shook her head. "I'm fine!"

However, his voice was hoarse.

"Go and tell Emperor Chen that his final little prince didn't keep him either!"

"Yes sir!"

When the wind blew, the entire courtyard was filled with blood. In the blink of an eye, Fang Tian had become like this.

"Bury Princess Luofei! Bury the Seventh Prince!"

"Yes sir!"

Her wish had failed, her last hope gone.

Cloud Hanging Pavilion. Yun Duan lied on her bed and closed her eyes.

The fragrance lingered in the hall, but her mind was restless.

"Come out!"

A black shadow flashed as he knelt before the clouds.

Yun Duan did not open her eyes.

"Is it serious?"

The guard lowered his head. After a while, Yun Duan opened her eyes.

"You can talk!"

The dark guards did not move.

Yun Duan looked at him.

"The masked man's power has improved too fast. I don't blame you for that. Don't follow me for the next two days. Go and rest well. The masked man won't come for now!"

The guard remained motionless.

Yun Duan casted a glance at him and her voice unconsciously became more dignified.

"This is an order!"

The guard hesitated for a second, then nodded and quickly disappeared.

"Master, Prince Zhong requests an audience!"

Uncle Wang?

Yun Yang stood up and straightened his clothes.

"Pass on!"

It was getting hot, and Prince Charming was wearing light clothes.

"Your Majesty!"

Yun Duan laughed, "How could Uncle Wang have the time to come to the palace today?"

He pointed to the chair, indicating that he should take a seat.