Quick Wear: When a Delicate Beauty Becomes Cannon Fodder

The Little Princess in the Palace (27)

  Everything went smoothly all the way.

  Su Qianrou lowered her head, the joy of being able to escape rising up uncontrollably.

  But when they reached the palace gate, they ran into trouble.

  You need a token to leave the palace and you have to go through a lot of inspections. It's not easy to get away with it.

  But now that I've come this far, I really don't want to go back like this!

  Su Qianrou gritted her teeth and decided to give it a try.

  If she was caught, it would only be a matter of dying sooner or later. Anyway, when His Majesty remembered her, she would not have a good ending either.

  But if it succeeds...

  Thinking of this, Su Qianrou pretended to be calm and walked back, finding a secluded place to hide.

  ...

  The hour of Hai.

  It's already very dark.

  It seemed as if even God was helping her, as the moon was obscured by dark clouds tonight.

  Visibility is lower.

  Su Qianrou walked out from her hiding place. Her body felt numb after hiding for so long.

  She walked to the palace wall that she had observed and selected long ago, looked up to estimate the height, and climbed up with her butt sticking out.

  After a difficult climb, she finally climbed up, sat on the wall, lowered her body, and slowly turned around to get down.

  Suddenly, a chill came from nowhere. I felt as if I was being locked in, and my hair stood on end.

  A ray of silver light shot straight towards her, and her pupils widened.

  Before she could react, it was nailed hard into the hem of her skirt between her legs.

  It was a feathered arrow, and the end was still humming softly.

  Su Qianrou froze, and it took her a while to realize that she was still alive.

  He began to breathe heavily.

  Her brain was still shutting down when two more feather arrows shot towards her, glancing at her calf and arm, leaving two bloody marks.

  Su Qianrou was so frightened that she didn't feel any pain for a moment.  

  The next second, thousands of silver rays flashed in her pupils.

  She subconsciously leaned back, fell in mid-air, and hit the ground heavily.

  Everything went dark before her eyes. She curled up to relieve the pain. She could faintly taste blood in her nose and mouth.

  Two long knives were crossed at her neck, pinning her to the ground.

  The guards ignored her miserable condition and forcibly lifted her up.

  Drag her to a place.

  ...

  Outside the bedroom.

  Qi Guanyao stood there bored, glancing at the closed door from time to time.

  He tapped his fingertips on his thigh, silently calculating the time.

  After receiving the news, Eunuch Sun looked at His Majesty, walked a distance away, and met someone. After whispering a few words, he returned to His Majesty, whispered a few words, and then withdrew his hand.

  Qi Guanyao's bored expression showed a hint of interest, and his scarlet lips slightly pulled up to form a smile. The dark pupils under his drooping eyelids became even more unfathomable.

  "Take the man to the side hall." His voice was slightly magnetic and contained a hint of amusement.

  Having said that, he walked over first.

  Eunuch Sun took the order and went down to make arrangements.

  Su Qianrou was completely powerless. The guards had strong hands, pinching her armpits and shoulders, causing her skin and flesh to hurt. Her legs hung helplessly, and she was forced to drag on the ground. The friction through her dress was excruciatingly painful.

  She didn't know where she would be sent, and she was too lazy to guess, so she simply closed her eyes and waited for them to stop on their own.

  After walking around in circles and entering a courtyard, the guards suddenly let go of her hands, and she was thrown to the ground, hitting her chin hard.

  A rusty liquid spread in her mouth, and she spat out a mouthful of diluted blood. Her teeth seemed to be loose.

  A pair of black-bottomed cloud-patterned boots slowly came into her sight.

  Su Qianrou forced herself to raise her eyes, her forehead covered with sweat.

  She should have known.

  (End of this chapter)