The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 88 Entering the Palace
Nalan Yuande was stunned for a long time, and said with an unpleasant face: "Wouldn't it be better to assist me in completing the westernization industry plan? Your achievements in benefiting the people are enough to make you a high official with a high salary and a glorious life. Why do you have to do something that would involve the whole clan being implicated in treason?"

Wang Yi sneered with disdain: "Ha... because of your great achievements, your whole clan will be wiped out, right? Don't give me that crap, tell me the whereabouts of Huang Qiying, or you will die!" At the end, his face turned completely cold.

Nalan Yuande took a deep breath, realizing that he couldn't convince the other party. The man in front of him was a man of strong will, and he couldn't be shaken by a few words.

His expression became serious, and he said in a deep voice: "Officials of the Westernization Movement have been covering up for you. But some time ago, someone told the Empress Dowager that your medical skills are comparable to those of Hua Tuo in ancient times, and that you can make people live a hundred years and stay young forever."

"That's why you came into the Empress Dowager's sight. I don't need to explain what happened next. With your wisdom, you should be able to figure it out..."

"The Empress Dowager ordered people to come to my house and take him away. Huang Qiying is indeed being held in the palace prison now. There is no need for me to lie to you about this." After saying this, he looked calm.

Wang Yi heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, his mind raced, and he immediately understood a lot of key points. He nodded slightly and said in a cold voice:

"Okay, I'll trust you for now. Draw me a map of the way to the inner palace, and don't play any tricks. I will go to the palace tonight to rescue Huang Qiying. If I find out that you are playing any tricks, I will come back to give you and everyone in your house a ride."

Nalan Yuande's heart trembled, knowing that Wang Yi's threats were not empty words. Now that the other party controlled the life and death of everyone in the mansion, he had no other choice but to do as the other party said:

"Since I've said it, I won't lie to you. I hope this matter won't involve my Nalan family. Otherwise, even if it means the annihilation of my entire clan, I will make you pay the price."

After saying that, he took out a piece of rice paper, spread it out, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink and started painting.

The tip of the brush jumped like a dragon, and every stroke was extremely precise. The layout of the palace prison and the safe route from outside the palace gradually took shape on the rice paper. Half an hour later, he put down the brush in his hand and handed the rice paper to Wang Yi.

Wang Yi took the topographic map and examined it carefully. After confirming that it was correct, he nodded with satisfaction. He casually pointed at Nalan Yuande's forehead, and a trace of spiritual power flashed from his fingertips, causing him to fall into a deep sleep.

After taking a quick glance at Nalan Yuande who was sleeping on the ground, he turned around and rushed out of the study. With a few leaps, he disappeared into the night.

As the night deepened, the moonlight was blocked by thick clouds, leaving only a few starlights.

Wang Yi strolled leisurely inside the palace, easily avoiding the patrolling palace guards, and headed towards the palace prison according to the route indicated on the blueprint.

The imperial palace appears even more solemn and majestic in the night.

Palaces with carved beams and painted buildings are scattered all over the place. Bluestone-paved roads are crisscrossed, and towering old trees are planted on both sides of the roads. The breeze blows, and the leaves rustle, adding a bit of mystery to this quiet palace.

Wang Yi shuttled between palaces as if he was strolling in his own courtyard. Occasionally, he could see some busy figures of palace maids and eunuchs. Their figures appeared blurry and hurried in the night.

At midnight.

Wang Yi came to a tall stone wall, exerted force on his feet, and leaped onto the stone wall. Looking at the ancient palace with bright lights in the night in the distance, his brows slightly frowned.

The palace in the distance didn't look like a dark and damp prison cell, but rather like a temporary palace that had not been used for a long time.

I took out the blueprint and confirmed it again, and found that the inner court prison indicated on the blueprint was indeed there.

He put away the blueprint, glanced at the patrolling guards, took a step forward, came to the shadow under the stone wall, took in the surrounding terrain, and then walked slowly towards the palace in the distance. ...

The ancient and solemn palace was surrounded by four tall and thick stone walls, with guards walking back and forth on all sides. The palace gate was closed, and there was a team of guards holding muskets standing on each side.

The guards stood in a peculiar posture, each responsible for monitoring a direction. Twenty pairs of bright eyes, using the light from lanterns and torches, vigilantly scanned everything around them.

"who!"

Just then a loud shout suddenly rang out, breaking the tranquility of the night.

The orderly footsteps stopped instantly, the clanging sounds of weapons being unsheathed rose and fell, and all the guards looked around vigilantly with torches in hand.

Wang Yi raised his eyebrows, took a step back, and quietly hid behind a tree. He watched the situation develop and prepared to fight with all his strength.

A guard on the right side of the door looked away in confusion and asked, "Gong San, what's wrong? There's nothing suspicious. Are you dazzled?"

Gong San frowned, a puzzled look on his face: "I felt something was wrong just now, but now it's gone." As he spoke, he searched carefully again.

Another guard laughed and said, "Don't be suspicious. The inner court is heavily guarded. How could someone break in? Don't scare yourself. After this shift, go out of the palace and relax. There are a lot of good stuff coming to Yichun Tower. Hahaha..." Then he looked at the guards around and said loudly, "Gong San is dazzled. It's nothing. Let's continue patrolling."

Upon hearing this, the guards glared at Gong San unkindly, put away their weapons and continued patrolling. The sound of orderly footsteps rang out again, and the flames of lanterns and torches flickered in the night.

Wang Yi stuck his head out, and after making sure that everything was fine, he calmly looked at the palace not far away.

We must first confirm whether Huang Qiying is in this palace. Otherwise, once the guards here are alarmed, the guard force of the entire palace will be alarmed.

It would be very troublesome to search for Huang Qiying's location again at that time, and it might even add many variables, affecting the implementation of the Dragon-Slaying Plan.

He was calculating in his mind, and his eyes were sharp as torches, carefully scanning everything around the palace.

He soon noticed that there were many secret sentries in secret. With the strict patrol routes and these secret sentries, the defense of this palace was extremely tight.

Wang Yi was not anxious, he just stayed there quietly waiting for an opportunity. And even if he was anxious, it would be useless, the safest way was to find the blind spot of the defense.

Finally, during a gap between patrols, he saw an opportunity. He took a step forward, and his figure flashed out like a ghost, passing through a blind spot that he had calculated over and over again. The next moment, he was behind a pillar at the rear of the palace.

He stood quietly for a while, and after making sure that no one noticed him, he jumped lightly and climbed towards the roof along the stone pillars carved with cloud patterns like an old monkey climbing a tree.

When you reach the roof, gently spread the strength of your feet to evenly distribute the weight of your body to avoid crushing the tiles under your feet and making too much noise.

He walked slowly on the roof, bending down from time to time to lift a tile, scanning the situation in the hall below while searching for Huang Qiying's whereabouts.

(End of this chapter)