A thick raindrop fell on the blue-gray stone road, creating a scattered watermark.

Like a charging horn.

Soon, countless equally thick raindrops followed one after another.

It rained heavily.

Li Baoquan, who was waiting in the doorway with the soldiers guarding the mausoleum, looked at the sudden heavy rain, and his expression immediately changed.

He opened the umbrella he bought earlier and quickly walked out of the door.

"Eunuch Li..."

He ignored the call of the lieutenant behind him and walked farther and farther in the rain curtain without looking back.

The rain was really heavy, and even water vapor started to form. Soon, Li Baoquan's figure could no longer be distinguished in the rain. Because of the strong wind, most of his clothes were wet, and his red hair was very dry.

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He walked twenty or thirty steps before he stopped and turned around. He raised his umbrella and looked towards the bright building, trying hard to find the thin figure in gray clothes on the top of the building in the rain.

The battlements blocked Ye Qinghuai's figure.

Li Baoquan became anxious.

The emperor had expressly ordered not to allow any of them to be in the city, but it was raining so heavily in the east and the emperor had no umbrella around him, so he must have been soaked.

"Your Majesty!" Li Baoquan shouted from the east of the building.

His call was like a piece of driftwood in the rushing rain, being drowned without even being able to stir up a single wave.

Li Baoquan became even more anxious.

As an old man in the palace who had served as a eunuch for his whole life, he had never once disobeyed his master's orders, whether he was following Emperor Shunping or Ye Qinghuai.

No, at this moment, he was repeatedly tormented by his duty as a loyal servant and his worries about Ye Qinghuai.

Just when he didn't know what to do, a figure holding an umbrella loomed out of the rain curtain on the official road in the distance.

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Ye Qinghuai felt very hot.

The jar of wine was like sparks of fire, rolling down her throat and into her lungs. Soon it burned in her chest, and then burned along her blood to her limbs and bones.

The heavy rain fell on her body and soon soaked through the gray robe, making the lining wet and clinging to her body.

But Ye Qinghuai felt cool and comfortable.

The heavy rain seemed to vent the frustration in her heart. The heavier the rain, the happier she felt.

Ye Qinghuai leaned her sword on the ground and stood up. The remaining half of the wine jar was swept away by her robe and poured eastward in the rain. The wine mixed with the rain and scattered in all directions.

She staggered to the closed door of Minglou, raised her left leg suddenly, and grabbed the carved sandalwood door with all her strength. In the rain, her slender legs were as clear as an eagle's claws.

Ye Qinghuai looked at the vague memorial tablets outside the house, suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, showed a paranoid smile, and said: "Your ancestors, Delong Wangzun, shine brightly every month, but could you have expected that Ye's

Has the throne ever fallen on a woman’s shoulders before?”

She smiled self-deprecatingly, and the sharp light in her eyes dimmed, and said: "I don't want to be that emperor at all... They say that 'ruling a big country is like cooking small dishes', I don't believe it. Why are small dishes so difficult to cook?

?Governing a big country is like running a great country. If you make a mistake or make a mistake, you may be in trouble."

Ye Qinghuai's grip on the door was loosened by her carved legs, her expression darkened, and the rain flowed down her hair that was scattered on her forehead, but it could not hide her determined gaze.

"Since I have let everything start over again in Cang, it means that Da Jing's life should not be cut off. Although I have stolen the country by impersonating a woman, and my crime deserves to be punished, I very much ask my ancestors to give me some time. I will show my respect to you.

This proves that Zaicang's choice was not wrong. I will turn the tide and help the building from falling. When everything is settled and back on track, I will go to the underworld and apologize to all the ancestors.

But now, I very much ask you to lend me your strength."

In the gurgling rain, Ye Qinghuai's frail figure stood missing. At her feet, the long sword circled between the palms of her right legs suddenly shook.

Ye Qinghuai's eyes flashed with surprise.

She exerted a little force on her right leg, raised the sword, held it horizontally between her palms, and then slowly pulled out the sword body.

A cold light shone in Ye Qinghuai's eyes.

It was a very ordinary long sword with ordinary material and ordinary standard. Ye Qinghuai used it to practice swordsmanship every month. She took that sword with her every time she left the palace in order to hide her identity.

But at this moment, the sword seemed to be flowing with a threatening evil spirit, which made Ye Qinghuai feel a chill down his spine.

She unconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword tightly and looked at the sword in trance.

The sword seemed to come to life, seizing Ye Qinghuai's mind and making her unable to look away.

For a moment, the heavy rain seemed to have dissipated. Ye Qinghuai felt as if she was being dragged back to the war-torn chaos of her previous life. There were piles of battle reports on her desk as far as her eyes could see. Every line in the battle report was filled with the heart-wrenching battlefield.

The cry of the lungs and the tragic loss of limbs and arms.

Those stumps and broken arms begged to drag her into the hell of ice and fire.

Ye Qinghuai's face turned red.

At that moment, a warm and strong leg suddenly grabbed the wrist of her right leg holding the sword.

Ye Qinghuai suddenly came back to his senses.

The sound of crackling rain filled her eardrums again.

Then, a familiar voice suddenly sounded beside her through the rain.

"Bidong is a king, how could he commit suicide like this?!" The voice was shocked and angry, a tone that Ye Qinghuai had never heard before.

Ye Qinghuai raised his head and caught sight of Lu Yanchen's dark eyes, which reflected Ye Qinghuai's red face.

Lu Yanchen clamped one leg on Ye Qinghuai's leg holding the sword to prevent the sword from being put in her leg. He lowered his head and frowned at her. When he saw Ye Qinghuai's face, he relaxed his brows and spoke softly.

Dong came and asked, "Is Your Majesty Dong very good?"

Ye Qinghuai lowered his head and looked at the sword in his leg. The sword was as silent as a dead thing in the wash of rain.

"I... didn't want to commit suicide. I just had a nightmare." Ye Qinghuai lowered his head and said, "Thank you sir for helping me. Sir... you can loosen your legs now."

After Ye Qinghuai said that, Lu Yanchen released his grip on her legs. He looked at Ye Qinghuai again to make sure she was okay, then turned around to pick up the paper umbrella that had fallen a few steps away.

Only then did Ye Qinghuai notice that Lu Yanchen was holding an umbrella, but he was already soaked to the skin at this moment. Maybe he saw Ye Qinghuai holding a long sword in his legs strangely when he was in Minglou, so he took a look

Unable to catch the umbrella in his legs, he rushed to Ye Qinghuai's side and restrained her sword-holding leg.

Soon, the gray-yellow paper umbrella covered Ye Qinghuai's head.

Lu Yanchen almost held the entire umbrella in Ye Qing's arms, while his own back was covered in the heavy rain.

"Your Majesty, please go back to the palace first." Lu Yanchen said.

Ye Qinghuai did not move, she still lowered her head, letting the rain drip down along the hairline on her temples.
Chapter completed!