"Little Jiu? You are not my Little Jiu. Tell me, where did you hide my Little Jiu? If you don't, I will make you wish you were dead." The Empress Dowager struck the table beside her and said coldly.
"Imperial Grandmother, why don't you recognize Little Jiu? You hurt Little Jiu's heart by acting like this."
"Presumptuous! My Little Jiu is not someone you can just talk about. Speak up and tell the truth," the Empress Dowager said angrily.
"Imperial Grandmother, I am Little Jiu. What else do you want me to say?" Princess Jiu looked wronged.
The Empress Dowager sneered, "Do you think anyone can impersonate my Little Jiu? I tell you, my Little Jiu has a plum blossom brand on her wrist, which she has had since birth. You say you are Little Jiu, why don't you have it?"
Princess Jiu was stunned. The Empress Dowager shouted, "Still not telling the truth?"
"Imperial Grandmother, I am Little Jiu, the genuine one."
Feng Yun, who was impersonating Princess Jiu, was full of complaints. Miss Xue, you are trying to kill me! I haven't even held Fenghua's hand yet, and you're sending me to hell! If I had known, I wouldn't have volunteered to impersonate this Princess Jiu. It turns out this old woman knew she was fake all along, no wonder she insisted on bringing him back to the palace. She clearly intended to question him.
"Presumptuous! Speak quickly, where is my Little Jiu?" the Empress Dowager said with cold anger. At the same time, the guards who had been surrounding them but had not intended to attack, at the Empress Dowager's signal, began to seize Feng Yun.
By this time, Feng Yun could no longer pretend. With a surge of effort, he broke free from his soft bone technique, and his small frame immediately grew taller.
Not only was the Empress Dowager surprised, but the surrounding guards were also astonished. Soft bone technique, this was a lost martial art of the Jianghu. This person actually knew such a skill.
Seeing this, the Empress Dowager seemed to recall something and shouted, "Catch him, and I will reward you handsomely." The attacking guards exerted all their strength to capture Feng Yun. Initially, Feng Yun could still manage with ease, but these were all elite imperial guards, different from ordinary royal guards. Clearly, they were the Empress Dowager's hidden guards, so he gradually began to fall into a disadvantage. He looked for an opportunity while resisting, hoping to delay time and give his master a chance. In fact, Xue Xingyue and Song Xiuyuan had already entered Taihe Palace, but they discovered that there were many hidden guards in Taihe Palace. Obviously, any slight movement would be detected. Therefore, without full certainty, it was best not to act rashly. Seeing Feng Yun falling into a disadvantage, Xue Xingyue began to worry slightly. After all, Feng Yun had impersonated Princess Jiu for her. If something happened to him because of it, she would also be uneasy.
"Wife, you stay here," Song Xiuyuan suddenly said to her. She was stunned. "And you?"
"Yu Yun and I will save Feng Yun."
"Master, no..."
"Yu Yun, this is an order!" Song Xiuyuan glanced at Yu Yun, interrupting his unfinished words.
"Yes, Master," Yu Yun lowered his head, his voice muffled.
As soon as Song Xiuyuan showed himself, many guards emerged from all directions. Xue Xingyue could only hold her breath. Since she couldn't go out to help, she didn't want to become a burden to them.
"If anything happens to the Master, I won't let you off," Yu Yun transmitted his voice to her with internal energy as he passed by. She was startled and looked at Yu Yun, but Yu Yun refused to give her a direct glance, flying off to engage with the guards. What did Yu Yun mean by saying that? She didn't quite understand. Did Song Xiuyuan have a problem? Thinking of this, she looked at Song Xiuyuan, who was entangled with the group of guards, her gaze deepening.
Inside Taihe Hall, a little eunuch hurried to the Empress Dowager's side and whispered a few words. The Empress Dowager's expression immediately turned grim.
"Hurry up and capture him for me!" the Empress Dowager shouted coldly. Feng Yun, who was already at a disadvantage, felt ashamed. He, the dignified leader of the Shadow Guards, had fallen into such a state today. Gradually, his strength waned, and he felt a sense of despair. He knew no one would come to rescue him. He had to break out by his own ability. He hadn't even confessed to Ruo Feng yet, and he hadn't fulfilled his promise to his master. How could he stay here and be captured? Impossible. But he was truly tired. Warm liquid flowed down his face, and red liquid flowed from his eyes. He knew it was his blood. Was he really going to stay here? He was so unwilling, so unwilling. But he was truly exhausted. The pain in his body gradually disappeared. He knew he had tried his best. "Master, I'm sorry, but even so, I can't drag you down." Feng Yun's eyes turned cold, and he flicked the knife in his hand behind him towards his own neck.
"Feng Yun, stop." A cold shout made him stiffen all over, because it was his master's voice. But the knife in his hand was too late to withdraw. He smiled as he looked at the white figure rushing towards him, "I'm sorry." After a long while, the expected pain did not come. Instead, warm liquid dripped onto his chest. The voice of Yu Yun suddenly reached his ears, "Master, Master." He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a flash of silver light. His abdomen was suddenly pushed away with great force. "Yu Yun, take him away." That cold shout made Feng Yun's whole being much more awake. Yu Yun caught Feng Yun but was still unwilling, "Master, no."