Mortal Mage

Two hundred miles east of Taihe City.

A small village nestled behind a forest

The village is surrounded by high ground with a broad view.

There is also a tall gatehouse at the entrance of the village to prevent bandits, and most of the houses in the village are thatched houses.

At this time, there were densely packed yellow tents.

The only tiled house in the village was surrounded by a circle of feather guards in red cloaks.

Inside the tile-roofed house, Zhang Mingxuan sat in the main room, looking at the sketch on the rice paper in his hand, with two palace maids in plain clothes standing beside him.

"Your Majesty, the eldest lady of the palace was seriously injured."

An old eunuch with a wrinkled face stood outside the tile-roofed house and reported in a low voice.

He was previously the chief eunuch of the imperial treasury, named Liu Zhong.

After Xiao Feizi could not be found, Zhang Mingxuan appointed him as the temporary chief steward of the attendant bureau.

"Where is he now?"

He stood up and threw the rice paper in his hand onto the rotten wooden table in front of him.

"I was just sent to the village by General Diao Yun. I am currently in the same courtyard with Minister Wang."

"Come with me and take a look!"

Zhang Mingxuan strode out of the tile-roofed house.

"Your Majesty, it is better not to go."

The chief eunuch Liu Zhong bowed and advised.

"Why?"

Zhang Mingxuan turned around with a puzzled look on his face.

"This Miss Wang looks as if she was scalded by boiling water. It's extremely scary. I'm afraid it will frighten the emperor."

"Bullshit!" Zhang Mingxuan angrily swung his sleeves and walked out of the yard.

Behind him, Dang Nanzhi and dozens of Lingyu Guards from the Western Factory quickly followed.

In another thatched house, Wang Wan'er's face was like a trampled honeycomb, with holes and red blood spots all over it, looking hideous and scary.

Her slightly exposed forearms also looked as if they had been gnawed by countless ants, and were unsightly. It seemed that her entire body was in the same condition.

"Zhang Mingxuan! You knew that my young lady has cold spiritual roots, so why did you give her a fire array plate! Wuuuu! What do you want my young lady to do in the future, wuuuu." Jin'er's face was pale, her hands covering her lower abdomen, and there was dried blood at the corners of her mouth. She squatted on the ground in the corner of the room, her voice weak, and she cried and accused Zhang Mingxuan.

Zhang Mingxuan gently sat down beside Wang Wan'er's bed, and the feather guards behind him quickly knelt down.

Wang Wan'er's eyelids had been burned so much that they stuck together, and she could only open her eyes to reveal a tiny slit of light.

She wanted to speak, but her throat was burning with pain. Finally, she closed her eyes and shook her head, seemingly using up all her strength.

"His Majesty."

Dang Nanzhi reminded softly.

Zhang Mingxuan looked back and saw Wang Mingde sitting in a wooden wheelchair in the yard, staring at him with murderous eyes.

"Minister Wang, I never thought Wan'er would fight so hard. It's really..."

Zhang Mingxuan looked guilty, and felt guilty and ashamed.

"Zhang Mingxuan, do you know why my Wang family has been striving to cultivate immortality for thousands of years?"

Wang Mingde's voice was hoarse and he did not respond to Zhang Mingxuan's words. Every time he spoke, he felt as if being pricked by needles all over his body.

"It is to seek the magic to save the people of this world!"

His eyes were glaring fiercely, and he continued in a hoarse voice, "Wan'er did it for Taicang! Not for you!"

"I recognize you as the emperor, but if you betray the people of this world, my Wang family will not let you go even if I become a ghost!"

After saying this, he wanted to stand up, but he couldn't move at all.

But everyone in the yard fell to their knees.

A minister was scolding the emperor and no one else could get a word in.

Zhang Mingxuan felt cowardly, extremely ashamed and remorseful. He had never thought about saving the people of the world. Sitting on the throne of emperor was like a big dream. He was put into this position in a dramatic way.

He slowly closed his eyes and shook his head heavily. He wanted to take off the dragon robe that did not belong to him.

He opened his eyes and looked at the people kneeling in the yard. He wanted to speak but didn't know what to say.

He didn't want anyone to die, but many people have died.

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"How's it going, Hanzi?"

In a hollow, feather guards in red cloaks drove a string of captured Tianze baggage soldiers.

Guo Zhuoran held a handful of rice in his hand, unable to hide his joy.

"Old Guo, you are really amazing. The food and grass we captured from this ambush are enough for our 30,000 troops to eat until the beginning of spring."

Wang Han bared his teeth and also held a handful of white rice in his hand.

"Your Majesty is right. We have nothing to eat or wear except what the enemy has provided for us."

Guo Zhuoran threw the rice in his hand back into the sack and shouted to a captain behind him, "Hurry up and transport the food and grass away and hide them. Tianze's reinforcements will arrive soon."

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