Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress
Chapter 764 - 765 The Prince is Deposed (1)_1

Chapter 764: Chapter 765 The Prince is Deposed (1)_1

A single phrase, low and pleasing, instantly melted the frostiness etched on the maiden’s face.

Although the frostiness was gone, she remained unswerving. Unable to resist a smirk, she said, "You ought to know that even a demonic person like Tianjizi can’t harm me. No one in this world can hurt me if I refuse to be hurt."

Her words were not a fabrication, which Nangong Yi believed wholly. But he couldn’t bear to see her brave the dragon’s lair and tiger’s den, even if he knew she would emerge unscathed, even if he knew she had a chance of succeeding. He’d rather risk his own life to fight them with swords and spears than see her face any threat, however minuscule.

"Wei’er, should I handle this matter? As a man, I should be the one dealing with it. I’ll find a way to force Tuoba Kui to surrender!"

Nangong Yi pleaded earnestly, "If neither of us can handle this, then you can intervene. Does that sound fair?"

Given that the man had put it in such a manner, Cai Wei had no choice but to agree, "Alright, but you must promise me one thing. If we conquer Qinlun City tomorrow, there’ll be no massacre, no innocent lives taken. The Meng slaves should be appeased with reasoning and empathy. They will surrender willingly. For the rebels who refuse surrender, you can imprison them first and deal with them after we’ve reclaimed most of Lingbei’s territory."

"Madam, your husband has taken note!"

The man agreed readily, for it was dangerous to incite the little girl’s anger had he refused her again. Thus, he acceded obediently.

After spending some more time together, the two went to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms...

Within Huazhi Alley in the Capital of the Great Jin Nation,

a man clothed in a sky-blue brocade robe hastily emerged from an unremarkable small house. The man, self-effacing in his attire and hurrying along, was shrouded by the impending darkness, making it difficult for anyone to discern his look. This man, who walked with a bowed head, was none other than the Crown Prince of the Great Jin Nation, Jin Guifei’s only son - Nangong Shi.

This modest house was his "golden house hiding beauty". The playboy he had taken before was stowed away here. With his Princess Consort well-known for her jealousy and having already reported the situation to his Imperial Concubine Mother, he could only visit this place from time to time. He would spend his time enjoying the intimate pleasure with the charming playboy before hurrying back to his mansion to allay Helen Xue’s suspicions.

Two burly men trailed behind him at an appropriate distance, their expressions alert and footsteps so light they were barely audible, clearly indicating their profound inner strength.

At the mouth of the alley, a familiar horse carriage was parked. The coachman dozed off on the driver’s seat, oblivious to the return of his master.

Still elated from his recent pleasures with the young actor, Nangong Shi was in no mood to reprimand the negligent coachman. He climbed into the carriage with a spring in his step.

However, the instant he lifted the curtain of the carriage, a sharp sword thrust in his direction, aiming for his face.

Nangong Shi gasped with shock, sprawling backward, the sword barely grazing his nose. The blade missed his nose by a mere hair’s breadth.

Terrified and breaking out in a cold sweat, the startled Nangong Shi fell to the ground, shouting, "Assassins!"

The two dark guards, who had been following him, sprang into action—faster than what the naked eye could perceive. They dashed to the carriage, one holding up the Prince and retreating at great speed while the other ripped off the curtain and retaliated with his sword.

Undaunted, the man in the carriage fought back, matching attacks blow for blow with the guard. Amidst their heated battle, the sound of clashing metal echoed abruptly. Turning back, the guard discovered that more than a dozen masked men in black had suddenly appeared from all directions, rallying towards the prince with an overwhelming murderous intent.