King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 733 227: Lonely Beauty in the Deep Palace, Encounter with Hero Shi Feiyang: Shocking Escape to Protect the Emperor (Part 4)

Shi Feiyang listened attentively, occasionally chiming in, making the Imperial Consort chuckle incessantly.

After the laughter, the Imperial Consort fell silent again. She raised her head, her eyes full of worry and reluctance: "Lang, if you leave, I will be alone in this deep palace, how will I manage?" Shi Feiyang held her hand tightly and said firmly, "My beauty, I will come back to find you once I complete my mission."

The Imperial Consort nodded gently, resting her head on Shi Feiyang's shoulder. On this quiet night, the two embraced and slept, enjoying this brief and precious time. Shi Feiyang and the Imperial Consort's love companion seemed to place them in an immortal realm beyond the mundane world.

Though the Imperial Consort resided in this seemingly luxurious yet cold and lonely palace, she regained the warmth and joy she had long missed beside Shi Feiyang.

The two leaned against each other, sometimes whispering tenderly, confiding their innermost thoughts; sometimes sharing soft smiles.

Shi Feiyang was also intoxicated by the Imperial Consort's tender affection in this gentle land.

However, beneath the tranquility, undercurrents surged.

In the palace, the guards' searches never ceased.

Urgent footsteps occasionally echoed through the corridors outside the palatial hall, the clanging of armor resembling the drumbeats of doom.

Whenever this happened, Shi Feiyang's body would tense instantly, his gaze flashing with vigilance, like a leopard ready to strike, always prepared to face unexpected situations. The Imperial Consort, however, always remained calm and composed.

She gently held Shi Feiyang's hand, using her soft yet resolute voice to comfort him: "Lang, do not panic. I still have some influence in this palace, and they surely will not harm you." After saying this, she rose, tidied her cloud-like hair, and walked gracefully toward the palace gate.

The guards knocked and entered, their leader visibly respectful but unable to hide his urgency: "Madam, recently suspicious persons have infiltrated the palace, His Majesty is furious, and has ordered us to conduct a thorough search, we hope Madam won't be offended."

The Imperial Consort furrowed her brows slightly, feigning displeasure as she said: "This palace chamber, is it a place you can search whenever you please? I've been resting here and have never seen any suspicious persons. You are disturbing my peace, what crime shall be upon you if you disturb me?"

The leader hurriedly knelt to beg for forgiveness: "Madam, please calm your anger, I am only acting under orders. The matter is of great importance, we hope Madam will be accommodating."

The Imperial Consort pondered for a moment, then waved her hand: "Enough, search then. But if you disturb my peace, I will surely talk about it to His Majesty." The guards searched the palace hall carefully, leaving no corner unchecked.

Shi Feiyang hid in the secret chamber, tightly gripping the Celestial Frost Blade in his hand, ready at any moment to break free.

Fortunately, the Imperial Consort skillfully maneuvered, and the guards found nothing, leaving dejectedly.

Days later, the Imperial Consort understood she could not keep Shi Feiyang, filled with reluctance, yet also realizing that his heart was set on the Jianghu, with a sense of righteousness.

So, she found a way for Shi Feiyang to leave the palace under the guise of going to the temple outside the city to pray.

Outside Mingtuo Temple, incense smoke curled upwards, like worldly thoughts drifting toward the skies.

The Imperial Consort wore luxurious clothes, adorned with a phoenix crown, yet her eyes could not hide the sorrow and reluctance.

With tearful eyes, she gazed at Shi Feiyang's departing figure, which gradually disappeared amid the bustling crowd.

Her lips quivered slightly, as if wanting to express countless words, but ultimately transformed into a soft sigh.

And Shi Feiyang, although his heart held profound longing for the Imperial Consort, understood well the mission upon him.

The Heroic Sakura Association's great endeavor remained incomplete, and the Imperial Court's treacherous villains continued their misdeeds, with dark forces looming over the Great Ming Empire like ominous clouds.

He tightened the deer hide pouch on his waist, which contained secrets concerning the lives of countless people.

He took a deep breath, resolutely stepping into the Jianghu without looking back.

The thrilling battle deep within the palace was like a boulder cast into a tranquil lake, stirring a thousand waves.

Meanwhile, the Heroic Sakura Association disciples lurking within the palace, like ghosts in the night, painstakingly transmitted information amid layers of vigilance.

They understood the importance of this information, concerning the life and safety of core figure Shi Feiyang, as well as the future direction of the entire Heroic Sakura Association. Within the first branch of the Heroic Sakura Association, the atmosphere was so tense it seemed it could be wrung out.

Yang Xue'Er, Lu Hongye, and Shi Xiong, each day like ants on a hot pan, anxiously rushing to "Mei Niang Workshop."

This "Mei Niang Workshop," on the surface, appeared to be an ordinary tavern, but in reality was a crucial liaison point for the Heroic Sakura Association in the capital. Entering "Mei Niang Workshop," their steps were urgent and heavy, eyes full of worry and unease.

Yang Xue'Er's hands unconsciously clenched tightly together, knuckles turning white from exertion.

Her eyes stared fixedly at the doorway, as if Shi Feiyang would appear there in the next moment.

Her lips quivered slightly, murmuring to herself: "Shi Lang, you must be safe and well..."

Lu Hongye also furrowed her brows tightly, her forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, pacing back and forth in the room with heavy steps, seemingly trying to dispel the fear within her heart.

She occasionally glanced out the window, her gaze full of worry and hope, muttering: "Shi Lang is blessed and destined for good fortune, he will surely be safe."

Shi Xiong stood to the side, his fists clenched tightly, veins protruding at the joints, his eyes reflecting anxiety and anger, muttering in a low voice: "Should the dogs of the Emperor dare harm the Grand Squad Leader, I will make them pay with blood!"

The three of them would often wait in "Mei Niang Workshop" from morning till night.

During this time, they continuously inquired after news from the bartender. With each shake of the bartender's head, their hearts felt as if they were being struck by a heavy hammer, growing heavier. As time slowly passed, nightfall gradually descended, and darkness surged like the tides, enveloping the entire capital, and enveloping their hearts.