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Liu Qingxi watched from a distance, her mouth opening in silence, wanting to help him but feeling powerless.
Her heart was tightly knotted, as if someone had grasped the softest part of her heart.
Tears flowed like scattered pearls, and she silently urged, "You need to go, leave quickly."
With so many people using the Wheels tactic, how could one person withstand it?
For days, she had hoped that Yang Yichen would find her and take her away from this place, away from this nightmare. However, she did not want to leave at the cost of his safety.
At this moment, all she wished for was his safety, even if it meant she had to continue enduring this dark prison.
Her hands clutched the palace gates tightly, her heart sinking little by little as her dark eyes fixed on the frail figure that had grown so thin, unwilling to blink.
While fighting the enemy, Yang Yichen's gaze remained locked on Liu Qingxi. After days apart, she had lost so much weight, and her complexion was increasingly pale.
He gazed longingly at that figure he missed day and night; a day apart felt like three autumns. In his heart, it seemed like a century had passed.
"Qingxi!" His voice was not loud, but it struck Liu Qingxi's heart deeply.
It was the same tenderness, the same reassurance, except for the overwhelming worry...
As time passed, more and more soldiers surged in. As long as there were green mountains left, there would be no fear of running out of firewood; she just wanted him to leave quickly.
But how could he bear to leave after finally finding her? How could he let go? With all his strength, he wanted to take her away.
However, reality was cruel. His strength gradually waned, and his movements became slower and slower.
In a moment of distraction, he sustained several injuries, blood soaking his black clothing, making it impossible to distinguish whether it was his own or the enemy's.
The commotion quickly attracted Dugu Hao, a figure he was all too familiar with in the darkness.
If his feelings for Liu Qingxi had not been strong before, if he had not recognized his own heart, now that he had this thought, his innermost desires were laid bare. The longing could not be concealed, and possessiveness surged forth, causing a flicker of ruthlessness to flash in his eyes. If Yang Yichen were to die here today, then she would belong to him, and no one would come to contest her.
In the dark, the Shadow Guard saw his signal; in an instant, their movements became increasingly fierce and ruthless, and in a blink, Yang Yichen found herself at a disadvantage.
Liu Qingxi witnessed all of this, her heart sinking like a stone into a lake, feeling as if it might shatter from the pain.
Suddenly, she broke free from her restraints and ran towards Yang Yichen. In that moment, no one noticed her approach and failed to stop her.
The battle shifted subtly with her involvement.
The Shadow Guards who could participate had witnessed Liu Qingxi's importance to the Emperor over these days. While dealing with Yang Yichen, they also needed to pay attention to this woman's safety.
Their strength could not be maximized, which instead gave Yang Yichen a chance to catch her breath.
However, the good times were short-lived; the enemy quickly adjusted their strategy. Two of them blocked Liu Qingxi's path while the remaining few engaged him in combat.
Today, he was alone and outnumbered; there was no way he could take Liu Qingxi away.
At this moment, Liu Qingxi shouted frantically, "You need to leave! Hurry up and get away!"
In his madness, Dugu Hao seemed capable of any reckless act; he resembled a demon devoid of reason.
"Go! Just go!" Liu Qingxi's heart-wrenching cries echoed through the night like the mournful calls of birds—tragic and desolate.
Suddenly, Yang Yichen was attacked from behind by a Shadow Guard. The howling wind carried a fierce energy as he quickly turned his head, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow. However, the back of his head was struck by the sword sheath, causing a loud thud. He felt dizzy and nearly fainted.
Gritting his teeth, amidst Liu Qingxi's cries of despair, he cast a reluctant glance back before dragging his weary and injured body away.
At that moment of departure, his gaze fell upon a dark corner where two wolf-like men stood. Their piercing eyes met in the air, both filled with a ruthless determination to achieve their goals.
When it came to love and a man's dignity, neither side was willing to back down.
As everything settled and the palace returned to calm, only Liu Qingxi remained in sorrow.
Inside the palace, Dugu Hao quietly watched her, observing her grief. Suddenly, a surge of anger rose within him. "What? You can't forget him?"
Hah~~~ Liu Qingxi let out a cold laugh. He was her lover, her husband; how could she forget? What right did Dugu Hao have to come here?
Faced with Liu Qingxi's icy indifference, Dugu Hao felt restless and irritated. So, the power he held was useless? Her heart was not here; no matter what he did, it would be in vain?
Outside the palace, Yang Yichen used the last bit of his inner strength to escape. Once he returned home, he collapsed with a loud thud.
He had multiple wounds on his body and had lost too much blood. With severe head injuries, he fell into unconsciousness.
"What are we going to do? What are we going to do?" The Wen Family was in a frenzy. Liu Qingxi had not yet returned, and Yang Yichen was gravely injured; there was not a single person in good condition at home.
The next day, Yang Yichen still had not woken up. His absence from court for the first time caused quite a stir among the officials.
Some went out searching for him, some speculated that he couldn't bear it any longer, while others believed he had already lost the emperor's trust.
During the court's dismissal, an elderly man walked slowly out and turned back to glance at the towering palace, letting out a deep sigh.
A moment later, he returned to the Yang Residence in his regular clothes. Despite the sorrow of the Wen Family regarding this unexpected guest, they managed to maintain their composure and welcomed him, saying, "We were unaware of Lord Lin's arrival and failed to greet you properly."
"There's no need for formality. We share a deep connection. Qingxi is a friend of mine whom I promised to look after. We are all saddened by what has happened, but we must not lose our composure."
"I told Yang Yichen not to panic and not to enter the palace alone, but he insisted on doing things his way. How is he now?"
"He is still unconscious; he collapsed as soon as he returned yesterday."
Lin Shurong sighed heavily and glanced at the unconscious Yang Yichen on the sickbed, casting a sympathetic look at the young couple who had endured so much hardship.
"Madam Yang, please take care of Yang Yichen for the next few days. Don't worry about external matters. Rest assured, Qingxi is fine now and in no danger."
The Wen Family felt slightly relieved; otherwise, how could they bear the burden of their son and daughter-in-law facing troubles one after another?
They had no choice but to hope that these two children would survive their tribulations and that there would be blessings after such great adversity.
He tried his best to send people to look after Liu Qingxi in the palace, but resolving this matter was indeed tricky, involving the royal family. Whatever actions were taken had to be approached with utmost caution.
For Elder Ying's promise, he was willing to risk everything.
Normally, due to his advanced age, he had stopped attending morning court sessions, but for two consecutive days, he visited the Imperial Study to subtly probe Dugu Hao's thoughts.
This young emperor had become increasingly formidable in less than a year; his intentions were beyond what ordinary people could guess.
Even though he knew that Yang Yichen had already learned about Liu Qingxi's whereabouts, he still refused to back down.
"Your Majesty, what exactly do you like about my wife? Is there anything she can change?" Liu Qingxi felt helpless. Dugu Hao was simply unyielding.
"What happened to him?" Liu Qingxi, who had witnessed Yang Yichen's condition, was restless and could only inquire about some information from Dugu Hao.
"What if he dies? Will you be able to stay at ease?"
"Impossible!" Liu Qingxi replied firmly.
"What is so bad about following me? I can offer you the most esteemed position beneath me, granting you endless wealth and glory." This was something many women dreamed of, and Dugu Hao believed no one could resist such an offer.
As the Queen, he could silence all opposing voices and make her the most honored woman.
However, Liu Qingxi shook her head! No matter how splendid or beautiful the scenery was, it could not compare to a person's genuine heart and willingness to fight for her.
With no common ground for conversation, after witnessing Yang Yichen's severe injuries, Liu Qingxi could no longer speak calmly with him; her words were laced with thorns. Dugu Hao felt uncomfortable but said nothing.
Sitting down, her mind was filled with the image of Yang Yichen covered in wounds and blood, startling her back to reality.
At that moment, the unconscious Yang Yichen was enduring endless pain, his mind exploding with chaotic information tormenting him.
"Doctor, how is he? When will he wake up?" Wen Family asked anxiously.
"Madam, Lord Yang's pulse is erratic, and his breath is uneven. It should be due to extreme anger affecting his heart. However, there shouldn't be any major issues. Rest assured, he will be fine once he wakes up."
Yet even with the doctor's assurance that there were no problems and that Yang Yichen's injuries were mostly external with no life-threatening danger, as long as he remained unconscious, she would not find peace.
The situation seemed to reach a stalemate; no one was willing to back down or compromise.
As time passed, finally Lin Shurong could not hold back any longer: "Your Majesty, what I am about to say may be considered treasonous, but it is from the heart."
"You should prioritize the bigger picture rather than personal feelings, like Liu Qingxi."
"Shut up!" Before Lin Shurong could finish, Dugu Haolong's face turned furious. "What I do is not something you can comment on."
"But Your Majesty, your actions will chill the hearts of your ministers. If this continues, the nation will be in peril."
Lin Shurong, risking his life, bravely spoke out in the Imperial Study.
As he stepped out of the Imperial Study, a gust of wind blew by, and the cold sweat that covered him sent chills down his spine. He wiped away nonexistent sweat, feeling as if he had just walked through the gates of hell.
It was truly terrifying. Dugu Hao was decisive and ruthless in his actions, cold-hearted and cold-blooded. Compared to Dugu Han, he was more suited to be an emperor.
However, no one expected that he would develop feelings for a minister's wife and use such despicable means to separate them. Even if others knew, they pretended to be oblivious; only he...
He just didn't know if his life-risking truth could awaken Dugu Hao, but given today's situation, hope seemed slim.
Meanwhile, Yang Yichen, who had been unconscious for three days, opened his eyes. After a brief moment of hesitation, a fierce and cold light erupted from within them.
So much had happened during this time, and the severe head injury that caused his coma made him recall everything—his past life.
Like Liu Qingxi, he came from a concrete jungle of a civilized era. However, unlike Liu Qingxi who arrived midway through, he lost all memories of his previous life when he came here.
The images that flashed back to him were indeed his past: practicing martial arts, manufacturing firearms, creating advanced weapons—these were his hobbies and lifelong pursuits.
He never expected that things would not go as planned. Due to his unique mechanical talent and groundbreaking inventions that shocked the industry time and again, countless people became envious and resentful.
Coupled with his unconventional personality from his past life and poor relationships with those around him, when he discovered a cutting-edge invention that could elevate national power to a new level...
His opponent knew and secretly harmed him, claiming his possessions for themselves, reaping fame and fortune, while he lay in a cold coffin, turning into a handful of dust.
Fortunately, he did not truly disappear. Perhaps out of pity from the Lord, he was given a chance to live again, reincarnating in the womb of the Wen Family to start anew.
He could overcome the difficulties of the early days, but when it came to Liu Qingxi, his heart could not find peace.
Thinking of her desperate tears and sorrowful smile when they parted, Dugu Hao felt a lump in his throat.
However, in an instant, as his memories returned, his entire demeanor changed dramatically. After all, he was an ancient emperor; with his abilities and the power of the Inorganic Gate, he would not be weak.
He directly entered the palace and arrived at the Imperial Study.
"Your Majesty, I have something to report," he said while glancing around.
Dugu Hao understood: "You all may leave!" He narrowed his eyes at Yang Yichen, who seemed unaware of any changes around him.
"Does Your Majesty not know how I am?" Yang Yichen no longer showed even a hint of respect.
If Yang Yichen had been respectful before, now he exuded an overwhelming aura filled with killing intent, their piercing gazes locked onto each other like daggers.
"Hah~~~ I am the Sovereign, able to grant her supreme glory that you cannot."
Yang Yichen remained noncommittal; it seemed this person had no understanding of love at all.
Yet recalling what had happened in his past life, he was unafraid of current power.
"Your Majesty, since you insist on this, I have committed no crime. However, the Inorganic Gate may no longer be able to provide weapons in the future."
"Are you threatening me?"
"No, no, no! I am merely stating the facts. Besides, I no longer have the energy or talent to serve the court, and~~~~"
The meaning of the unspoken words was clear to both of them.
The existence of Yang Yichen could easily lead to an alliance with the enemy state, posing a significant challenge for Western Moon in the future.
Between country and family, power and love, what path will Dugu Hao choose?
However, Yang Yichen was not joking; he indeed had that capability.
The Inorganic Gate alone was a coveted prize that many nations were vying for.
Moments later, Yang Yichen stepped out of the Imperial Study, a faint smile gracing his lips.
Although nothing was confirmed, he knew that Dugu Hao was moved; certainly, his threat had made an impact.
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