I became the tyrant's only belief.

Chapter 312

The rain wasn't heavy; it just dripped and pattered down the eaves.

Chu Liuzheng wanted to walk around by himself, so he politely declined the King Xiao's offer and only borrowed an umbrella.

Fine raindrops fell on the umbrella, making a soft pattering sound.

Chu Liuzheng wrapped the oiled paper in his sleeve and walked slowly along the palace road.

After being promoted to Imperial Attendant, she had many more responsibilities and was busy every day. Except for the few days she spent recuperating from her injuries, she rarely had such a leisurely time.

Patrolling Imperial Guards passed by, their lanterns illuminating the slanting raindrops.

Chu Liuzheng stood and waited for them to pass before continuing her own journey. The sound of the pattering rain filled her ears, making her heart calmer and calmer, but her mind was still racing.

[The shortest route from the capital to Mengzhou will definitely pass through Licheng. Licheng is a very chaotic area; did the tyrant assign enough guards to King Xiao?]

She frowned, somewhat worried about her simple-minded older brother, feeling that he might be kidnapped by human traffickers and never be found again.

No, no, I need to think of something good.

She quickly shook her head.

Although my elder brother is unreliable, with King Xiao watching over him, everything should be fine.

That's what she said, but she just felt inexplicably uneasy and couldn't calm down.

I had a feeling that King Xiao's trip wouldn't go too smoothly.

If I told the tyrant that I wanted to go to Mengzhou with King Xiao, would the tyrant agree?

As she was thinking, she suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder.

Her neck stiffened, and her gaze shifted downwards.

The lanterns cast a warm yellow light.

The elongated figure had somehow split into two, almost overlapping each other by half.

A white hem of clothing, damp with drizzle, drifted into her line of sight.

"You've been calling me for ages."

This sound...

Chu Liuzheng's eyes widened in surprise.

Help!

She took a deep breath and ran!
At the same time, he flicked his wrist and threw the umbrella backward.

The person behind him was almost covered by the umbrella and quickly dodged to the side.

In just a short while, Chu Liuzheng had run seven or eight meters, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Help! There's an assassin!!!"

"Guards! Seize the assassin!"

"Catch the assassin!!"

"Stop!" The man in white lightly touched the ground with his toes and caught up with Chu Liuzheng almost in the blink of an eye.

[You think I'll just stand because you tell me to? Don't I have any dignity?]

As Chu Liuzheng ran, he pulled a packet of chili powder from his sleeve pocket and threw it behind him without a care.

Although it was quickly soaked by the rain, it seemed to have some effect, as the footsteps behind them faded into the distance.

Just as Chu Liuzheng was about to catch his breath and continue sprinkling chili powder, a dark shadow fell in front of him.

She couldn't stop in time and crashed headfirst into it, scattering chili powder all over the ground.

My muscles are rock hard.

pain!
Xiao Shiyi reached out and pulled the man around halfway to dissipate the force. With a flick of his wrist, three plum blossom darts shot straight toward the man in white.

With three sharp clangs, all the plum blossom darts were knocked down.

While stepping on the man in white, Xiao Er sheathed his soft sword at his waist and said to Xiao Shiyi, "It'll be useful to keep it."

Are you saved?

Chu Liuzheng looked up, still shaken, first at the eleventh brother who had saved him, then at Xiao Er opposite him, and at the white blob at his feet.

[Holy crap! This white, tacky stuff...it's definitely a fake!!]

Wasn't this guy imprisoned by the tyrant under the pretext of recuperating from illness? How did he escape?

[Keep an eye on dangerous individuals!]

She mentally spammed the comments section, but remained outwardly calm, even remembering running over and kicking the half-dead imposter a few times. Anyway, the imposter's face was now half-hidden by his hair, so she couldn't tell who it was.

If not now, when?

She almost scared me to death just now.

Xiao Er stood aside with his arms crossed, not stopping her at all.

After kicking the person, Chu Liuzheng calmed down considerably and remembered to thank Xiao Shiyi.

But before she could even utter a word of thanks, a loud shout rang out: "His Majesty has arrived!"

[Aww~ I've never thought Zhou Gonggong's voice sounded so beautiful.]

Chu Liuzheng was almost in tears.

A figure in black strode over, asking as he walked, "Who was shouting 'Catch the assassin' just now?"

[Aww~ Even the tyrant's cold voice sounds so kind.]

"Yes, Your Majesty." Chu Liuzheng stepped forward and curtsied. "May Your Majesty be well."

Seeing that her hair and clothes were soaked and she looked disheveled, Xiao Jingfan grabbed the umbrella and held it over her head, ordering, "Bring me a cloak."

Chu Liuzheng dared not let the big boss hold the umbrella for her, so she quickly and obediently took the umbrella and held it herself, even tilting it slightly towards Xiao Jingfan, exposing most of her shoulder.

Don't ask, it's just the self-cultivation of a working person.

What's more, this big boss is the emperor.

Xiao Jingfan glanced at her sideways: "Take care of yourself."

Xiao Anzi stepped forward and held the umbrella over Xiao Jingfan's head. Chu Liuzheng then looked after himself. A gust of cold wind blew, and he couldn't help but sneeze twice.

Xiao Jingfan frowned slightly, then reached out and took off his cloak to wrap the person in it.

Looking at the handsome face so close to his, Chu Liuzheng blinked blankly.

Oh my, forgive me for being so loud in the past, but the tyrant, this big boss, is actually quite nice.

Xiao Jingfan paused in tying the ribbon, then lowered his eyes and tied the knot perfectly.

Chu Liuzheng unconsciously stared at the pair of beautiful hands with distinct joints in front of him.

Oh, so that's how it's tied. It involves wrapping it around one more time.

Her eyelashes blinked slowly, her lips were slightly pursed, and she was studying with utmost concentration.

I've learned another little trick!
Xiao Jingfan: "..."

Zhou Yuande, holding the cloak he had just retrieved, stood to the side and felt that it was rather inappropriate to speak at this moment.

Xiao Jingfan released his grip, frowning as he looked at him: "What are you standing there for?"

Zhou Yuande then unfolded the cloak and helped him put it on.

Seeing this scene, Chu Liuzheng inexplicably felt like laughing.

So even tyrants feel cold.

Xiao Jingfan thought to himself that he wasn't made of stone, so of course he knew it was cold.

Chu Liuzheng's cloak was still too long and was piled on the ground.

She looked down at the rain-soaked hem of her cloak and began to worry about how to clean it. She wondered if she should send it to the laundry department.
By this time, patrolling Imperial Guards had arrived, and Xiao Shiyi and Xiao Er had disappeared with the imposter when Xiao Jingfan arrived.

Xiao Jingfan dismissed the Imperial Guards and asked Chu Liuzheng, "Where is the assassin?"

[Neither the eleventh nor the second young master came out; perhaps the tyrant gave them orders?]

Chu Liuzheng glanced at the white spot that had just been lying there and said, "Perhaps it was too dark and rainy, and I was just seeing things for a moment."

"Hmm." Xiao Jingfan didn't delve into it further and turned around, saying, "Let's go back."

Chu Liuzheng hurriedly held up his umbrella and followed.

It took her a while to slowly come to her senses.

[So it was because the Tyrant was nearby that Eleven was able to come and save me. I really am grateful to the Tyrant.]

The cloak had a faint sandalwood scent, just like the last cloak, and the smell seemed to calm one's emotions considerably.

The wet clothes clung to my skin, and the chill kept seeping into my body.

It would be a while before they got back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, so Chu Liuzheng tightened his cloak and opened the system to distract himself.

It would have been better if I hadn't looked; once I did, I wanted to take back my thanks.