Keeping the Promise

Author: Yu Yuan Guiyu

Keeping the Promise

Yan Qi didn't look back, nor did he stop.

She kept running, just hoping to be as far away from Jiang Qi as possible.

She didn't stop until she was out of breath and felt a stinging pain in her heart.

She held on to the fence on the side, hunched over and panting.

After a while, she took off her mask and slowly looked back to where she came from.

Sure enough, there was nothing behind me...

Come to think of it, that person has already left, right?

Yan Qi couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in right now. His brain was swollen and his heart was dull.

She thought maybe she was running too hard and her body was protesting.

Jiang Qi narrowed his eyes and took steps in the direction where Yue Huan disappeared, quietly paying attention to the changes in the surrounding air.

If he felt right, when Yue Huan left, the airflow around him was obviously disturbed for a moment.

Someone left in the darkness.

Jiang Qi took off the mask from his face and put it in his sleeve pocket.

After buying another mask for the general public, he just saw the dark red masks worn by many people.

He purposely pushed his way to a crowded place, and soon completely lost his trace...

On the other side, Murong Mansion.

"Murong Zhiyuan, Murong Zhuzhu, Murong Hu take the order!"

Murong Ling sat majestically at the head of the table, looking at the three people kneeling on the ground in the hall, and spoke orally.

Emperor Ming didn't give her any orders, and she had big things in mind on the way here.

But Murong Zhuzhu's words touched her nerves and completely chilled her heart.

"Murong Zhiyuan failed to discipline his children, and allowed his nephews to be dissolute, to keep themselves afloat, and to steal the daughters of the people! As the acting head of the Murong family, he helped the tyrants, bullying men and dominating women!"

"What's more, if you curse the princess, you will be punished!"

After hearing this, several people's faces instantly turned as pale as paper, and they kowtowed heavily and in vain to beg for mercy: "Empress, please forgive me! Queen, please forgive me!"

They don't want to die yet.

The queen was too lazy to listen to their nonsense: "Death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be avoided!"

"Murong Zhuzhu and Murong Hu were exiled to Kuninghai to redeem their past!"

When the Murong Zhuzhu siblings heard their trial, they collapsed into a ball and prostrated on the ground.

Just by hearing the name Kuninghai, you can tell how desolate the environment there is.

The sea is not a real sea, it is just mud, rocks and yellow sand, and there is no grass growing on it, so it is called Kuning Sea.

"As for you, Murong Zhiyuan," the queen looked at the man with an ashen face, "I think you are an official of the imperial court and are temporarily detained in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment, waiting for His Majesty's fate!"

"Wei Chen...accept the decree!"

Murong Zhiyuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Being temporarily imprisoned in prison, he would still have a chance to breathe. There must be a chance.

As long as, as long as he asked someone to bring a letter to Murong Lingyuan, there might be a chance of improvement.

The man on the roof had a panoramic view of everything, staring sinisterly at the soft lumps of mud.

Just exiled and detained?

The punishment is probably too light.

Murong Zhiyuan's little Jiujiu, how could Murong Ling not guess it.

"Yuejue, send heavy troops to guard every plant and tree in Murong Mansion. Don't let even a fly out!"

As for her brother, she should be the one to speak.

"My son, I accept your orders."

After the dust settled, Yue Jue finally felt better after feeling depressed all night.

During the Lantern Festival, his sister was cut out again and again by so-called cousins ​​with the same bloodline.

"Go back to the palace, I'm tired too."

Yue Jue sent Murong Lingxuan back to the palace before returning to look for Yue Huan.

Before he could go to look for Yue Huan, he saw the shadow guard who was guarding Yue Huan in the dark and knelt in front of him.

"Please punish the prince. I have lost the prince of Zhou!"

This person is the cold-blooded man in black who gave Yan Qi a money bag last time.

Yue Jue's face darkened: "Qiye, what's going on?"

"Where's the princess?"

Yue Jue's first reaction was that Yue Huan was in danger again.

Since the incident with Qingshan, he was quite frightened and sent a lot of secret guards around Yue Huan.

"The princess is fine, but Prince Jiang Qi is missing."

The shadow guard was far away, and there were many people and noisy people in the Lantern Festival, so naturally it was impossible to hear what Yue Huan and the two said before they parted.

"Send more manpower to search, we will see people alive or dead or corpses!"

Yue Jue's face was solemn, Yue Huan's illness was inseparable from Jiang Qi.

Regardless of whether Jiang Qi's disappearance was premeditated or some other accident occurred, we will find her back no matter what!

Yue Jue suddenly thought of Jiang Qi's recent abnormality.

Is this the opportunity he's been waiting for to pretend to be good and let Yue Huan relax her guard?

Murong Zhuzhu was detained by the soldiers and returned to her yard. She looked at the familiar plants and trees in the past in despair.

After tomorrow, she won't be able to see any of this.

All the glory and wealth are gone.

All gone.

"Get in!"

The soldiers pushed her into the room, and she stumbled and fell to the ground.

Murong Zhuzhu stared at the soldier coldly, "I am the eldest lady of the Murong Mansion after all, and my uncle is the country-protecting general Murong Lingyuan. Even if he is exiled to Kun Ninghai, he will come back safely one day!"

"When the time comes... I will definitely skin you with my own hands!"

The soldier's expression changed, he closed the door with a heavy face and left.

The centipede is dead but not stiff.

He understands.

Murong Zhuzhu, who was struggling to get up, suddenly caught a glimpse of his face flashing in the bronze mirror.

The face is like a pig's head, swollen.

This shows how merciless Grandma Rong is.

Murong Zhuzhu's eyes were bloodshot, and she stared ferociously at her unrecognizable self in the mirror. She picked up the makeup niche on the dressing table and threw it at the bronze mirror!

"--ah!!!"

There were screams and the sound of broken bronze mirrors.

Murong Zhuzhu frantically smashed everything in the room that could be smashed.

"Why! Why!"

She wandered crazily on the floor covered with broken porcelain, crying and laughing.

"But... I just scolded her a few times and sentenced me to exile!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuah...I don't accept it..."

She is also a rich man, but she is not as good as that bitch in any way.

"A sick man who is about to die has caused me such misery."

"I curse you to a bad death——!!"

Murong Zhuzhu sobbed, but did not dare to curse loudly, fearing that the guards left behind by Yue Jue would hear her and add insult to injury.

"Isn't it a good death?"
To be continued...