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With a soft sigh, he knew all too well what his fate would be. He could only hope that the king would show some mercy and not punish him too harshly.
Once Young Master Rong was dealt with, there was no need for her to worry about the rest; she just needed to wait here, and Zhong Xue would find a way to get her out of the palace.
However, after three days without any news, San Chun began to feel anxious. Could it be that Zhong Xue had forgotten about this matter?
Zhong Xue had not forgotten; he had suddenly received a letter via carrier pigeon that left him quite troubled. Dong Cheng had sent a message from Korea with only two words: "In trouble."
Although Dong Cheng was not particularly calm by nature, he was not the type to make a fuss over nothing. This clearly indicated that there was indeed some urgent matter that needed his attention. He wanted to see what was going on, but with San Chun still not rescued, if he left now and delayed further, who knew what might happen?
He burned some cloth and asked Kazama, "Is everything prepared?"
"Everything is ready. We have three thousand men on standby; they can hold off for a while. We are just waiting for the lady to exit the palace."
Zhong Xue nodded. "We can't wait any longer; we need to get her out tonight. Send a message into the palace to let San Chun know to be ready."
Kazama replied, "My lord, weren't we planning to act discreetly? It's already past the hour; I'm afraid we won't have enough time to prepare."
Zhong Xue shot him a glare. "Haven't you prepared everything?"
"Well... there's just a little bit missing."
"Whatever you're missing, make sure it's all taken care of before the hour of the rooster tonight."
He strode out with large steps, while Kazama grimaced; the missing piece was those three thousand soldiers, who had yet to enter the city. Where was he supposed to find them?
"Oh my, my lord, my ancestor, do you want to make me suffer to death?" He complained bitterly, yet he still had to go out to handle matters, unsure if it was too late to summon the troops now.
Inside the palace, San Chun received the news and immediately made preparations.
As she was truly about to leave this place, she felt a bit reluctant. Yan Palace had been her home for many years, and it was where her only family member resided. If she left this time, it would be difficult to return in this lifetime. Perhaps before she departed, she should see Uncle Qi one last time.
Thinking this, she found herself unable to control her feet and involuntarily walked outside. Although she knew that it was best to avoid causing trouble at this moment, she couldn't help but want to take another look at her brother.
Since Ji Xun left, Uncle Qi had returned to his own quarters. He initially wanted to stay a few more days in the Crown Prince's residence, but San Chun had insisted on sending him away; they were currently at odds with each other.
When San Chun arrived at the Emperor's quarters, Uncle Qi was preparing to sleep. Upon seeing her, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "What’s this? Have you come to your senses and decided to offer yourself as a bedmate?"
San Chun sighed, "Can you not say such things?"
Uncle Qi chuckled, "A woman coming to a man's room at this hour—what do you think that implies? It's hard for me not to think too much."
"I just wanted to find you for some tea," San Chun said with a smile as she placed the teapot on the table. She still had half an hour to chat with him.
"It’s been a long time since we sat together for tea," Uncle Qi said as he sat across from her and personally poured her a cup.
San Chun laughed, "It's not that long; I just had tea with you a couple of days ago."
"As they say, one day apart feels like three autumns. By that calculation, it seems we've been apart for several years."
It was rare to see him in such a good mood; it seemed that things had been going smoothly for him lately. It appeared that Young Master Rong was indeed a very capable assistant.
After chatting for a while, San Chun felt a pang of emotion about the past. Now that she was leaving, he would probably be the one most hurt by it. However, some ties must be severed when the time comes. She was his sister, after all, and could not accompany him for a lifetime.
Noticing that it was almost time, she stood up to take her leave when Uncle Qi suddenly said, "I thought you would have some parting words."
She was taken aback. "What do you mean?"
He replied calmly, "When do you plan to come clean with me?"
Come clean about what? Did he know she was leaving? How could that be possible?
While she was in shock, Uncle Qi stepped forward and grabbed her hand, saying coldly, "I thought you would at least have some attachment to this place. I didn't expect that you would leave without even a word of farewell."
San Chun exclaimed, "How did you know?"
"Know what? Know that you're leaving?"
In truth, he didn’t know anything for certain. Zhong Xue was such a sharp person; it was impossible for her to leave any traces behind. It was just that San Chun's behavior today was quite unusual. Normally, she didn’t say much, but today she had been talking endlessly with him, reminding him to take care of state affairs diligently, to be a good king, and to look after himself well. He felt suspicious and decided to test her a little, not expecting her to actually admit it.
At this moment, he felt an unbearable pain in his heart. He cared for her so deeply that he wished he could give her his heart, yet she still wanted to leave.
He sneered and asked, "What are you planning to do? Just walk away and never come back?"
“Uncle Qi, that’s not what I meant, I…” She wanted to explain, but at this moment, everything felt unnecessary. He had already convinced himself that she wanted to abandon him; how could he understand the reluctance and pain in her heart?
She had to leave him. If it weren't for the circumstances, if he didn't want to keep her as a woman in the palace, she wouldn't be so eager to leave.
Uncle Qi truly couldn't understand; he only felt that she had betrayed him. He coldly said, “I’ve spoiled you too much. You do whatever you want without me forcing you, and now you’ve started to deceive me. Rather than this, it would be better to be forceful. You don’t have to leave today.”
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately. His kiss was initially violent, like a thunderstorm, wanting to shatter her lips and teeth. But then, sensing her pain, the kiss turned gentle like rain after a storm, delicate and tender.
San Chun's eyes widened, her clear pupils shimmering with moisture. Her chin was reddened by his fingers, and her soft lips slightly parted. She didn’t want this; she didn’t want to be with him, with her own brother. She struggled and pushed against him, but he remained unmoved.
He held her head, and the kiss became rough again, traveling down from her collarbone to her chest, lightly licking her breast through her clothes.
San Chun hit him with her hands. He grabbed one of her breasts tightly and bit down on the cherry-like tip while his tall body pressed her firmly against the table. Then he began tearing at her clothes, holding her tightly against him, feeling his desire for her.
The hardness between his legs pressed tightly against her; her chest was crushed against his, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
“Let me go… we can’t be together; it’s wrong,” San Chun pleaded hoarsely without struggling anymore. She couldn’t submit like this; there was no way they could have anything happen between them without causing each other unbearable pain.
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