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Ling Muxiao, this emperor is acting out of character.

Not only was he not wearing a dragon robe, but he was wearing a cloak that looked even more stylish than he was. He was leading the Royal Guards with a look of excitement, playing a game of "chase" with the Han King's army in the forest.

Their steps were so brisk that it seemed as if they were not going to a war but to participate in a forest sports meeting.

The commander of the Imperial Guards, Song Ting, came to his senses.

"Your Majesty, we can't chase them anymore. There are trees everywhere, it's easy to set up an ambush."

"Song Ting, Song Ting, how can you, as a commander, be more timid than me, the emperor? What's wrong with having many trees? Many trees are a gift from nature, a natural maze that provides us with infinite possibilities!"

Ling Muxiao turned around, his eyes sparkling with the light of an explorer, and his tone was a little teasing and a little serious.

When Song Ting heard this, he almost stumbled and fell to the ground, thinking to himself.

"Your Majesty, what kind of behavior is this? We are at war, not on a spring outing!"

But he still had to maintain the dignity of a commander, but that dignity was mixed with a bit of helplessness and a wry smile.

"Your Majesty, I am not timid, I am just being cautious. If the King of Han sets up a trap here, we will..."

"Oh, there are so many what-ifs. What if the Cold King actually came to the forest to look for deer antlers? We might even be able to have a picnic while we're chasing him."

Ling Muxiao interrupted him with a wicked smile on his face, as if he had regarded this pursuit as a treasure hunt game.

When the Royal Guards heard this, they were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

Some soldiers even began to imagine the scene of King Han digging truffles with a helpless look on his face, and laughed even more happily.

"Your Majesty, I admire your imagination so much."

Song Ting couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. He secretly admired the emperor's sense of humor, but at the same time he became more worried about this unknown adventure.

At this moment, there was a sound of birds flying in fright suddenly coming from the front, followed by the slight sound of branches being stepped on.

Ling Muxiao immediately stopped smiling and his eyes became sharp.

"It seems that our 'picnic' plan is going to fail. Song Ting, prepare for battle!"

The imperial guards quickly adjusted their state, pulling away from the laughter and joking just now, and entering a tense state of preparation for battle.

Ling Muxiao, on the other hand, was like an actor about to go on stage, with excitement and anticipation flashing in his eyes.

Come on, let's make this forest version of 'Fast and Furious' even more intense!

Just as the Royal Guards were on high alert, preparing for a possible battle.

Ling Muxiao suddenly stopped, pricked up his ears, and listened carefully to the sounds in the forest, as if he could capture some mysterious signal from them.

"Wait, everyone, don't move."

Ling Muxiao spoke softly, with an inexplicable majesty in his voice, which instantly quieted down the Royal Guards who were originally ready to move.

Song Ting looked at Ling Muxiao in confusion, wondering what the emperor was planning.

The other soldiers looked at each other, muttering in their hearts: "What is the emperor going to do next?"

At this moment, Ling Muxiao suddenly revealed a mysterious smile.

He pointed to an open space ahead.

"Listen, is there any sound over there?"

The Royal Guards looked in the direction of Ling Muxiao's finger and saw an open space in front of them. The sunlight shone through the dense treetops, casting mottled light and shadows.

They listened carefully, and sure enough, a melodious singing came from the open space. The singing was clear and pleasant, as if it could wash away the dust in people's hearts.

"Who is singing this?"

Song Ting asked in surprise. He had never expected that in this dangerous forest, someone would sing so leisurely.

Ling Muxiao smiled slightly, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement.

"Come on, let's go take a look."

As he spoke, he took the lead and walked towards the open space. Seeing this, the royal guards followed him.

They walked through the woods carefully, fearing to disturb the mysterious singer.

When Ling Muxiao and his group arrived at the open space, they were shocked by the scene before them.

I saw a woman dressed in colorful clothes, who looked like the incarnation of a rainbow, sitting leisurely on a large rock that was dyed golden by the setting sun.

The seemingly simple wooden harp in her hand seemed to be endowed with magic under her dexterous fingertips, and she was happily playing hilarious and elegant melodies.

Her singing is like a walking CD with its own reverberation, so clear that it can cleanse the soul and make all the noise around her instantly become quiet and peaceful.

Even the dust in the air danced to the rhythm, as if even the worries were packed up and sent to outer space by this melody.

The Cold King Ling Jinhan and his army, who had been chasing them like a cheetah chasing an antelope, now seemed to be under a spell.

Their eyes widened and their jaws almost dropped to the ground, acting out a live version of "jaw-dropping".

Ling Muxiao, the emperor who prided himself on being both wise and brave, smiled brighter than flowers at this moment.

He triumphantly jumped off the horse, his steps as brisk as if he was tap dancing and his chin raised so high that it almost touched the skyline.

He looked as if he was saying, "Look, how lucky I am. Even my enemies are unable to move because of my singing voice."

"Ling Jinhan, Ling Jinhan, many years ago, you staged a palace coup that caused my father to die prematurely.

At that time, I was merciful and spared you because we once wore the same crotchless pants.

I didn't expect you to be such a donkey who only cares about food and not about fighting. You want to start another 'battle for the throne'?"

There was a hint of teasing and helplessness in Ling Muxiao's words, as if he was telling a joke but it didn't make people laugh.

However, before he could finish his words, Ling Muxiao's expression suddenly became more colorful than a color palette.

Because he was horrified to find that his vitality was draining away at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a leaking balloon, deflated softly.

"Ah...ah...my dragon body, my kingdom, my little heart!"

His inner OS was scrolling frantically, but on the surface he could only shout dryly, which was as ridiculous as it could be.

The people around, including Ling Jinhan's army and Ling Muxiao's personal guards, were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, and the situation was in chaos.

The shouts were one after another, even more lively than a market.

But the woman in colorful clothes was still immersed in her own world of music, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with her. Her singing was melodious and without a trace of ripples.

Until she felt her lung capacity was running out, she finally finished the song with a lingering feeling. The singing came to an abrupt end like a broken guitar string.

Oddly enough, as the singing faded away, everyone seemed to wake up from a wonderful dream and were able to move freely again.

Ling Jinhan and Ling Muxiao looked at each other and muttered to themselves.