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Chapter 308 The Assassin is as Beautiful as a Flower (End)

Xue Zhi's eyebrows twitched, and he quickly stepped forward and raised his hand to open the door.

When she went out, the old eunuch next to Chu Zhao was standing calmly in the yard holding a whisk.

The old eunuch was surrounded by guards with sabers.

They held torches in their hands and looked like they were here to arrest people.

He took a fixed look at Xue Zhi, nodded slightly and said, "This old slave pays his respects to Empress Jieyu."

The voice was polite, as if nothing had happened.

But on the other side of the courtyard, the guards he brought had already detained Lu Qi and Ru Yun.

The two were held tightly, unable to struggle no matter what.

"Sister Ah Zhi, let's go—"

"Come on..."

The two being held looked at her and frowned and shouted.

Xue Zhi stood straight in front of the bedroom door, her fingers slightly curled up, her palms soaked in fine sweat, "I want to see him."

The old eunuch tightly held Fuchen's hand, raised his cloudy eyes to look at her, that look was filled with disgust and overwhelming hatred, "It's late, Jieyu won't be able to see her."

Xue Zhi's lips turned white, "Let him go, I'll go with you."

They brought too many people, Lu Qi and Ru Yun couldn't break free at all, they could only be dragged away while struggling.

The woman standing on the steps moved her fingers slightly, as if she was about to make a move in the next second.

But Tianyue Palace is full of people, and it is almost impossible to save people from so many people.

In fact, let alone saving people, even if Xue Zhi wanted to leave today, he might have to fight to the death.

"Jieyu was joking, Lu Meiren and Yun Meiren are going to be buried with her, how can they be released?"

The old eunuch closed his eyes, his voice was shrill and shrill, creepy.

In the courtyard, the torches in the hands of the guards were still burning fiercely, and Xue Zhi's face was dimmed and brightened by the warm orange light.

The woman's light brown eyes shrank suddenly, and she suddenly raised her eyes to meet the eyes of the old eunuch, "What did you say?"

"The old slave said that Lu Meiren and Yun Meiren are going to be buried with the king, so they can't be let go." The old eunuch glanced at her, with a trace of pity in his cloudy eyes, and he slightly flicked the whisk in his hand, Standing on the same spot again, he said calmly to Xue Zhi, "Miss Jieyu, can you come with us?"

Xue Zhi bent down slightly, she squatted slowly on the spot, didn't answer them for a while, and didn't stand up for a while.

After she was taken away, the little maid found two drops of water on the ground where Xue Zhi had just squatted, which seemed to be... tears.

When he was taken away, Xue Zhi was almost like a lifeless puppet.

She didn't struggle or resist, but occasionally raised her lifeless eyes and asked in a dry and hoarse voice, "He didn't die, right? It's all a lie to me, right..."

But no one answered her these questions.

In a daze, Xue Zhi felt that she was stuffed in a boat, and it took a long, long time before she was able to see the sun again.

When she saw the light again, she was already in the border of Qi State.

"This is..." Xue Zhi was almost thrown overboard, she stared at the familiar Qi Guo, her nose was sore, her throat seemed to be stuck by cotton wool, making it difficult for her to breathe.

"I will be ordered by the king to send my mother back to the state of Qi. Now that the state of Qi has arrived, my mother...you can take care of yourself."

The old eunuch stood on the boat looking down at Xue Zhi, dropped a piece of brocade and turned to leave.

With trembling fingers, Xue Zhi opened the piece of brocade silk. It was a handwritten letter with Chu Zhao's seal clearly stamped on it.

The above said, let them send her back to Qi after his death.

Xue Zhi's face suddenly lost all color, and tears came rushing down, until the piece of brocade was soaked, she raised her hand to wipe away the tears.

There was also a thin piece of rice paper sandwiched in the brocade, Xue Zhihong opened the piece of rice paper with eyes, and the woman on the paper bent down slightly, and was gently sniffing the pink rose flowers outside the window.

(Finish)

(End of this chapter)