Whoever can strike me hard will be rewarded handsomely.

"A seven-colored deer, is it real?"

"It's true, a lot of people saw it. I was at the back of the line and heard many people in front of me exclaim."

"It must be His Majesty's wisdom and benevolence that shines upon the four seas and his might that shakes all directions, which is why the divine deer has appeared in the world."

"We still need to find His Majesty first. Wild beasts roam the mountains, and we are bound to encounter danger. This time, the Imperial Guards have truly failed in their duty."

"His Majesty is protected by Heaven; nothing will happen to him."

Some astute individuals sensed something was amiss and warned, "Don't wander off, go back to your tents."

Bian Yushu became increasingly flustered as she listened, so she sped up, spilling all the lubricant on the quilt and trying to light the candlestick.

As the firelight drew closer, Bian Yushu remembered that his tent was not far from the imperial tent, and his heart pounded. So he threw the quilt on the ground, dragged the chairs and low tables away a bit, and then knocked over the candlestick.

The oil fueled the fire, and the cotton quilts on the ground were instantly licked by the flames, with thick smoke billowing out of the tent.

Bian Yushu covered her mouth and nose, lifted the tent flap, and rushed out.

Without him needing to say anything more, Li Feng spotted the fire inside the tent at a glance. He drew his sword, ripped off the entire tent flap, rolled it up in his hand, and rushed forward to extinguish the fire.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Bian Yushu slipped away and ran off in a flash.

With His Majesty missing, the entire camp was in chaos, and an atmosphere of unease was already spreading.

Bian Yushu moved with lightning speed, his purpose clear.

With the unexpected turn of events involving Fu Lu, Bian Yushu didn't know who in the camp he could trust. But he had grown up with Shang Jingming, with whom he had a history of bickering, and knew him inside and out. Shang Jingming had been saved by His Majesty before and had been trying to get close to His Majesty lately, hoping to gain His Majesty's favor. Surely there couldn't be any problems with him, right?

Moreover, although Bian Yushu was unwilling to admit it, Shang Jingming was indeed quite skilled in martial arts.

They quickly caught Guan Yan in front of Shang Jingming's tent. "Where is your young master?"

Upon seeing Bian Yushu, Guan Yan assumed he was there to cause trouble and immediately said, "Young Master is not here!"

Time waits for no one, so Bian Yushu didn't bother with any more words and barged in. The tent was empty.

Guan Yan said, "Young Master Bian, I'm not lying to you. You've been out hunting for two or three hours."

Bian Yushu turned and left, her unease growing stronger. She cursed Shang Jingming's ancestors for eighteen generations in her mind.

He's a master of flattery, but unreliable when it comes to crucial moments.

Shang Jingming, you're a piece of trash!!!

Her steps continued, and her eyes welled up again. Bian Yushu raised her hand to wipe away the tears in her eyes.

Since he couldn't rely on anyone else, he had to rely on himself.

Bian Yushu grabbed a guard by the collar and asked His Majesty which direction the seven-colored deer was chasing.

The Imperial Guards were intimidated by his icy, almost predatory expression and pointed at him from a distance.

Bian Yushu disregarded everything else, ran to the stable with lightning speed, led out his horse, sat on the stirrups, pulled the reins, and galloped off in the direction the Imperial Guards pointed.

The wind seemed to be howling in my ears, scraping my face like knives.

Bian Yushu's riding skills were actually not very good. He was afraid of falling off his horse, so he never spurred his horse on. He usually rode slowly or let the horse trot.

This time, however, he seemed to have forgotten his fear. With each sharp crack of the whip, he gripped the reins, his clothes fluttering, his black hair dancing, as he traversed the mountains and plains, with only one thought in his mind.

He must find His Majesty and protect Him.

The setting sun was like blood, the shadows of grass and trees slanted, and the autumn wind was bleak.

Bian Yushu was exhausted and had no choice but to dismount from the horse, only then realizing the knife-like pain between his legs.

It looks like the skin has been rubbed raw.

He was somewhat disoriented, his feet felt as heavy as stones, and every step he took was extremely difficult. Driven by a strong determination to find His Majesty, he led his horse onward until he heard the sound of water flowing over pebbles.

A strong thought suddenly flashed through Bian Yushu's mind.

Even the seven-colored deer need to drink water. His Majesty chased after the seven-colored deer. If he followed the stream little by little, was it possible for him to encounter His Majesty?

A determined flame instantly ignited in Bian Yushu's bewildered eyes. He pulled on the reins and led his horse toward the sound of water.

Bian Yushu followed the stream for an unknown amount of time when he heard the cry of a crow. He looked up and saw a figure standing in the setting sun.

The stream shimmered, the setting sun shattered into floating gold, and the whole world seemed to quiet down, leaving only a figure that stirred a pang of sorrow in Bian Yushu's heart.

No, there's another uninvited guest.

An uninvited guest brandished a knife and slashed at the figure in the setting sun.

Without the slightest hesitation, Bian Yushu raised his sleeve.

With a "whoosh!" the arrow pierced the throat, and the uninvited guest holding the knife collapsed to the ground.

Qin Ji frowned as he watched the throat of the man he had prepared to keep alive gushing blood. The man twitched twice like a fish on a chopping board and then went still. He looked up at the person who had come.

The person who came bumped into him like a gust of wind and burst into a loud, earth-shattering cry.

"Your Majesty, someone wants to kill you!"