The Legend of the Concubine in the Harem

The lobby of the Shuicheng government office was filled with blood and body parts.

Following Qi Shaofeng’s tragic death, his good follower and good dog Brother Zhang also had his toad-like head chopped off in horror.

Lu Weiyuan kicked away the head that had spoken rudely to him. Hu Ziyi wiped the blood off her knife, turned and walked out of the lobby, asking the secret agents who came with her to clean up the scene.

What was surprising was that among the dead bodies all over the ground, Magistrate Tang, who had been stabbed in the neck, was still alive.

"I think it was because this sister made a wrong move when she cut the knife in a hurry that he lost half his life." Lu Weiyuan looked at Luochuanke and said.

Luo Chuanke looked a little nervous. Two masked women stood behind her silently, without putting away the knives in their hands - the killing power that Lu Weiyuan had just unleashed was really too terrifying. What was even more terrifying was the attitude of this young girl towards killing.

She killed Qi Shaofeng, killed Brother Zhang, and killed those fleeing black warriors, as easily as if she was passing by her own garden, saw a flower she liked and picked it.

Of course, people don’t care what happens to the flower without its branches, just as Lu Weiyuan never cared about the blood and broken limbs of his enemies…

What made the Luochuan guests even more frightened was that, until now, when Lu Weiyuan, who was covered in other people's blood, smiled, they still felt that she was so innocent and cute that they unconsciously ignored the fact that she was such a cruel and bloody killer.

"How does Sister Xiaochuan want to deal with him?" Lu Weiyuan seemed not to notice the tense attitude of the three people and asked, "Should we take revenge as a victim who was surrounded and killed, or should we deal with this guy who committed treason as...his immediate superior, his leader?"

Hearing her ask this, Luo Chuanke took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down: "You already know who I am."

"Yes, not long after we first met, Sister Xiaochuan's route to Beijing was analyzed clearly. Although you used someone else's identity at the beginning and changed your car and route several times on the road, this did not escape mother's eyes. As long as we figure out your starting point and the places you passed by, it is not difficult to guess your identity."

Lu Weiyuan blinked, his face still stained with blood, but he tilted his head and said in a coquettish tone: "Sister Xiaochuan came to see me for the first time but she wore a hat, and the second time she met me, she made up a fake name. It's so secretive that it's hard not to make me doubt how much of our encounter was true. Along the way, Yuanjun really tossed and turned, thinking about it day and night..."

"Sister, please have pity on Yuan Jun and don't attribute everything between you and me to deception, okay?"

She was pathetic, yet there was a sense of cruel absurdity about her.

Luo Chuanke pursed his lips and said, "I did approach His Highness with a purpose..." He frowned, "If I admit that I did deceive more, how would His Highness treat me as a liar?"

There was a trace of sadness flowing between Lu Weiyuan's delicate eyebrows: "Then Yuan Jun, no matter how much you are unwilling and reluctant to let go, you can only--"

The girl's sweet and soft voice suddenly sank, like long-frozen ice, piercing Luo Chuanke's heart: "Kill you."

Suddenly, the room was silent.

a long time.

Luochuanke bowed to Lu Weiyuan and said in a slightly heavy tone: "Thank you, Your Highness, for sparing my life."

Seeing this, Lu Weiyuan dragged a chair and sat down carelessly. He also asked the secret agent Xie who came in to clean to treat the injury of Prefect Tang. Since he survived by chance, he asked him to play a role in other matters.

After sitting firmly and crossing his legs, Lu Weiyuan looked at Luochuanke again: "Sister, you should know what I want to know. Why don't you sit down and talk about it together? Oh, and I haven't heard the end of your story before."

Luochuanke did not sit down, but signaled the two people behind him to put away their weapons and stepped back a few steps. He stood straight in front of Lu Weiyuan, as serious as if he was meeting the most distinguished prince of Dasheng for the first time: "My surname is Mi, and my given name is Nian."

"There is a deity in Luochuan named Mi Fei. Are you a descendant of the Mi family in Luzhou?" Lu Weiyuan asked, "The twin children of the Mi family woodcarving master who were first sentenced to slavery and then disappeared are your father or mother?"

She shook her head: "The age doesn't match."

The incident with the Mi family occurred in the twentieth year of the previous emperor's reign.

Almost two generations have passed since then.

Mi Nian was only eighteen or nineteen years old.

Sure enough, Mi Nian nodded: "He is the eldest son of the carving master of the Mi family, my adoptive father, and also my teacher. He was the leader of the Hongyang Sect who was active in Yunzhou at the beginning."

"He took me away from Tianwu Pavilion." Mi Nian closed her eyes. That memory was an extremely unbearable past for her. "He came here to find his long-lost sister, but in the end he failed. When Tianwu Pavilion and Yuping Pavilion were both caught up in the storm of the tragic death of the top flower girl and then closed down, he adopted me as his adopted daughter and took me away from that place."

She calmed herself down a little, and began to tell her story in a tone that would make people unconsciously immersed in the story.

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cloudy day.

cloudy day.

It's still cloudy.

Ever since I was sold by my family to a pointed-mouthed man with a big red flower and white face paint, and was brought by him to this small water city, I have never seen the sun in the sky again.

The little girl who had no name and was randomly called "Seventeenth Lady" by the brothel's housekeeper according to the order of her arrival was looking at the sky outside the window bored.

This window is so small and round that it is almost completely airtight due to the wooden bars nailed across it.

Shiqi Niang curled up under the window, looking up at the gloomy sky outside.

Because she refused to listen, because she always cried and wanted to go home, because she bit the male turtle who touched her... In short, because of many reasons, she has been locked up here for a while.

In the dark room, Shiqi Niang endured the hunger in her stomach and the unpleasant smell of decay in the air, looked towards an even darker place in the room, raised her voice and asked, "Hey! Are you okay?"