The daughter of the Marquis is too delicate, the abstinent prince pinches her waist and loves her

Chapter 220 Love You Well for Me
The Imperial Palace of Western Shu, the Heavenly Prison.

Cold water droplets condensed on the stone walls, and the dripping sound echoed in the corridor, adding to the eerie chill.

A figure flashed past in front of him. Ye Jingnian frowned slightly, and as he opened his eyes, the fierceness in them gradually subsided.

Mu Zhixing knelt on the ground, the handkerchief she had used to wipe his sweat still hanging in the air, staring at him in astonishment.

Ye Jingnian waved his hands, and the heavy iron chains moved slowly.

He glanced sideways at the black iron chains binding his wrists and snorted coldly. He then raised an eyebrow at Mu Zhixing and said, "Princess Yaoke, I was captured to save you. Are you satisfied?"

As he spoke, he shook the shackles on his wrists.

Mu Zhixing bit her lip, lowered her head, and whispered, "Thank you..."

Ye Jingnian's gaze swept carefully over her from head to toe. Seeing that she was not injured, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What should we do with Mu Jiyue?"

"My father has ordered that I be imprisoned in Qinxue Palace for life."

Upon hearing this, Ye Jingnian frowned slightly in displeasure and let out a cold snort.

He was just one step away from ending her life with his own hands.

Seeing his gloomy face, Mu Zhixing added, "Mu Hanxing said that her witchcraft power has disappeared and she won't be able to cause any trouble in the future."

After he finished speaking, Ye Jingnian calmed down a little.

He gazed at her quietly for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and touched her cheek.

The sound of the chains rattling dimmed her eyes slightly.

The prince, whom I remembered as a majestic and awe-inspiring figure, met such a tragic end because of her…

Ye Jingnian looked down at the chains binding him, and Mu Zhixing said, "There's a key..."

"Snap! Snap!" With a few loud noises, Ye Jingnian had already broken free of the iron chain by clenching his fist, leaving a bloody scratch on his wrist.

Mu Zhixing stared blankly at his bleeding hand, speechless for a moment.

Ye Jingnian sneered, raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek, saying, "You unlocked it for me, are you just waiting to be killed by your father?"

"I..." Before Mu Zhixing could say anything, Ye Jingnian fiercely sealed her lips with his, his slender fingers gripping the back of her head with his usual aggression.

Mu Zhixing seemed to sense something; her beautiful eyes reddened, and she closed them.

After the kiss ended, Ye Jingnian looked at her and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, saying, "It's getting cold, go back and put on some clothes."

After saying that, he got up to leave.

"The outside is full of witchcraft assassins, you can't get out!" Mu Zhixing frowned with worry in her eyes.

Ye Jingnian raised his hand and lifted her chin, his cold smile revealing a hint of reluctance in his eyes: "I would rather die than be imprisoned here."

With a loud crash, the dungeon's iron door was cleaved open by a sword, revealing Ye Jinchen, dressed in a black robe, his handsome face stained with blood.

He glanced coldly at the shackles on Ye Jingnian's wrists, which were worn raw and bleeding, and laughed contemptuously.

"Seventh Imperial Uncle," Ye Jingnian narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly and said, "What? Have you come to laugh at me?"

Ye Jinchen's expression was icy. He wiped the blood off the sword blade with his fingers and said, "If our commander is captured, where will Zhu Luo put his face? If you know what's good for you, come with me!"

It seems that the experts outside have been defeated by Ye Jinchen.

Ye Jinchen pulled out a talisman from his sleeve and said, "The talisman written by Miss Sheng can protect against witchcraft for one hour."

Ye Jingnian took the talisman and put it back in his pocket, saying coldly, "Thank you." As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Jingnian was about to leave when Mu Zhixing raised her hand and grabbed his hand, her slightly cool fingertips trembling slightly.

"I have already removed the love potion from you."

Upon hearing this, Ye Jingnian was slightly taken aback.

As she finished speaking, Mu Zhixing slowly released her grip, withdrew her hand, and clenched the hem of her skirt on her knees.

As she lowered her head, two lines of tears streamed down her face. She forced a smile, looked up at his retreating figure, and said, "Find a Zhu Luo girl and have her love you properly for me."

Ye Jingnian's eyes dimmed slightly as he left with Ye Jinchen.

The Kingdom of Zhu Luo, the Golden Palace.

"Report!" A soldier covered in blood staggered and knelt on the ground. "Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! The Western Shu army has already crossed the Zhu Luo border, and our army is suffering repeated defeats. Now the Western Shu army has breached Liuyun City and is about to attack the capital!"

"What?!" Ye Jinfeng slammed his fist on the table and stood up, his eyes wide with shock. The surrounding court officials erupted in an uproar. "Where is the Marquis of Zhenbei?!"

"The Marquis of Zhenbei is still fighting bravely, but the Holy Maiden of Western Shu has superb witchcraft, and the casualties are heavy. I'm afraid she won't be able to hold on much longer!"

Ye Jinfeng clenched his fist, his voice trembling as he spoke: "Battle casualties?"

"Twenty cities have now fallen, and the Chola army... less than one-tenth remains..."

Upon hearing this, Ye Jinfeng staggered back two steps, sat back on the dragon throne, and remained silent for a long time before suddenly speaking to the guard beside him: "Open the underground palace and release the war ghosts."

"Yes."

"War Demon? The Emperor intends to lure out the War Demon?"

"I've heard that generals who died on the battlefield throughout history were transformed into war ghosts by the royal family. Is that true?"

"It's true!" Ye Jinfeng stopped hiding it and glared angrily at the whispering courtiers, saying, "If you don't release the war ghost, Zhu Luo will perish! Instead of worrying about the royal family, you should be concerned about your own heads! The rise and fall of Zhu Luo!"

With that, Ye Jinfeng turned and left, and the court officials all knelt down, saying, "Your Majesty, please calm down! Your Majesty's actions are wise!"

With a sudden tremor, the stone door of the underground palace slowly opened, and years of dust fell down.

The guards went in with torches and saw a well-organized army.

I've heard that this is the most terrifying secret weapon of the Chola Kingdom—an immortal and indestructible killing puppet, the Chola Kingdom's last trump card.

The underground palace was so cold that there was not a trace of life in it.

The guard descended the steps and looked at the standing corpse. Its skin was ashen and lifeless, and its dark eyes had no pupils, like a bottomless ocean. Its face and body were covered with dried blood splattered before its death.

These war ghosts included familiar generals of the current dynasty, as well as war gods from various dynasties who had died long ago. They wore armor and robes from different eras, some even dating back hundreds of years.

The war ghosts wielded the weapons they had been skilled with in life, and they themselves had become weapons.

Holding the torch, he carefully examined the insignia and saw the Sheng family badge hanging from the waist of a general. He slowly raised his eyes and was suddenly stunned: "Marquis of Zhenbei... Sheng Yuting?!"

Ten years ago, the Sheng family was brutally wiped out, and Sheng Yuting was not buried, but instead... turned into a war ghost!
No wonder the Emperor didn't want others to know about this...

However, the emperor said to open the gate to the underground palace, so how can we activate these deathly silent war ghosts?

The moment the torch slid in front of Sheng Yuting, a bloody red flashed in his eyes, and he turned his head blankly to look at the guard.

The guard was startled by his turning his head: "Lord, Lord... are you... still alive?"

Sheng Yuting suddenly frowned, drew the sword from his waist, and slit his throat.

Blood gushed from the guard's neck, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to move after a few struggles.