Transmigrating to the Primordial Era as a Peerless Great Witch, Changing Fate in the Primordial Worl

Princess Jianning, still shaken, found herself rescued by Wei Xiaobao, who held her safely in his arms.

Far from being shy, her beautiful eyes lit up as she looked at Wei Xiaobao's profile so close to hers and excitedly shouted.

Without even looking back, he tilted his head back and gave Wei Xiaobao a quick kiss on the cheek.

"You brat, behave yourself and don't move."

The projected Wei Xiaobao was speechless at this sudden "sneak attack."

He scolded her in a low voice, annoyed, and then slapped her round, pert buttocks.

It made a crisp "snap" sound.

Jianning cried out "Ouch!" and two red blushes rose to her cheeks, but she stopped moving around.

She simply clung tightly to Wei Xiaobao's waist, burying her face in his chest, as if she had found the safest haven.

This flirtatious scene appeared incredibly bizarre and absurd to the imperial guards who were on high alert and filled with murderous intent, and to the dumbfounded officials.

What time is it?

With a knife to the emperor's neck and 20,000 troops surrounding them, their lives hanging by a thread, these two still had the mind to flirt.

Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

Soetu and the others looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

After Wei Xiaobao, the projection of himself, calmed Jianning down, he raised his head and his gaze swept calmly over the ashen-faced Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang, the panicked Suo'etu, Prince Kang, and other important officials.

Finally, his gaze fell upon Kangxi, who was held tightly by Zhao Yun and whose face was ashen. A slight smile played on his lips as he spoke in a clear voice:

"Empress Xiaozhuang, Emperor Kangxi, and all of you, I am now leaving the palace."

And I need your Emperor to accompany me on this trip.

I believe the Empress Dowager and all the ministers, for the sake of the Emperor's safety, would have no objections.

"Wei Xiaobao, don't get carried away."

Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang took a deep breath, suppressing the surging anger and fear in her chest. Her phoenix eyes fixed intently on Wei Xiaobao, and she said sternly,

"No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you are still just a flesh and blood body."

This is, after all, the Forbidden City, the forbidden area of ​​the imperial palace.

There are 20,000 imperial guards here, along with countless bows, crossbows, and firearms.

Even if you succeed temporarily and take the emperor with you, do you think you can leave this imperial city alive?

"If you know what's good for you, release the emperor immediately, and I might, considering your past merits, grant you a swift death."

"Oh? Is that so?"

The projected Wei Xiaobao remained noncommittal, merely offering a faint smile.

"Then the Empress Dowager might as well give it a try and see if your arrows and knives are faster, or if my hands are faster."

Let's see if Kangxi dies first, or if I get riddled with arrows by you all first.

His gaze shifted to Kangxi in Zhao Yun's hands, and his tone suddenly turned cold:

"However, before you take action, you'd better think about whether the Qing Dynasty's throne will still be secure if your beloved emperor loses an arm or a leg, or even loses his head."

Wouldn't those covetous rebel kings across the land be even happier?

These words were like a poisonous thorn, piercing the hearts of Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang and all the ministers loyal to the Qing court.

At this moment, Kangxi's life or death had indeed become their greatest weakness and shackle.

The projected Wei Xiaobao would certainly not risk the lives of himself, Zhao Yun, and dozens of loyal guards.

Kangxi, this "hostage," is their only protection and pass at this moment, and they will never let him go easily.

"Empress Dowager, Songgotu, Prince Kang, and all the loyal ministers."

Wei Xiaobao glanced around, his tone tinged with sarcasm.

"It seems we will still need to trouble you and His Majesty the Emperor to escort us out of the Forbidden City."

Remember, whatever you do, do not act rashly.

I, Wei Xiaobao, always keep my word. As long as we can leave safely, the Emperor will naturally return safely.

But what if someone is blind...?

He sneered, not finishing his sentence, but the threat was clear.

"Haha, hahaha. Let's go."

At his command, Zhao Yun and the others immediately supported Kangxi, tightened their formation, protected Wei Xiaobao and Jianning in the middle, and slowly began to move towards the palace gate.

As Wei Xiaobao's gaze swept over Kangxi's distraught, fearful, and humiliated face, a barely perceptible, extremely complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

There was a touch of emotion, a touch of melancholy.

But it was fleeting, replaced by cold indifference once again.

Different road non-phase plan.

Once the break is made, there is no turning back.

"Good, good, Wei Xiaobao, you're very good."

Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang was trembling with anger, but seeing her grandson with a knife to his neck, she ultimately dared not gamble with Kangxi's life.

She gave him a deep, penetrating look, as if she wanted to etch Wei Xiaobao into her very bones, and spat out a few words through gritted teeth:

"If that's how it is, then so be it. I'd like to see where you can go."

Thus, under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people, an absurd and thrilling "farewell" began.

The projected images of Wei Xiaobao and his dozens of others held the Qing Emperor Kangxi hostage.

Accompanied by Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang, Songgotu, Prince Kang, and other important officials,

Under the "escort" of over 20,000 imperial guards, armed with swords and spears and with bows and crossbows cocked,

They retreated cautiously and slowly towards the gates of the Forbidden City.

As they passed along the way, the palace gates opened one after another, and no one dared to stop them.

Countless eunuchs, palace maids, guards, and soldiers stared in disbelief at this unprecedented scene—the emperor being taken hostage.

The Empress Dowager and her high-ranking officials followed behind, while the rebels swaggered out of the palace.

The Qing Dynasty is truly on the verge of collapse.

The atmosphere was extremely tense throughout the journey, and any slight movement could trigger a bloody conflict.

But the projected Wei Xiaobao remained calm and in control of the situation.

With Kangxi as his "trump card," no one dared to actually make a move.

After a series of close calls, the group finally stepped out of the Meridian Gate, the main gate of the Forbidden City, which symbolized imperial power and majesty.

Once you exit the Meridian Gate, you enter the inner city of the capital.

However, Wei Xiaobao did not head towards the bustling streets or city gates. Instead, under his guidance, he escorted Kangxi and took the important officials hostage, turning into a relatively secluded alley. After winding around several times, they finally arrived at an inconspicuous open space near the city wall on the north side of the inner city.

This appears to be an abandoned drill ground, flat and overgrown with weeds, seemingly unremarkable. But a short distance further ahead, the towering northern wall of the Forbidden City's inner city can be seen in the night.

"Sir, what should we do now?"

Zhao Yun, who had been keeping a close watch on Kangxi, now showed a look of anxiety on his face and asked in a low voice.

Although they had taken the emperor out of the palace, this place was still in the heart of the capital, and there would surely be more troops mobilizing to surround and block them. The longer it dragged on, the slimmer their chances of escape became.

The other dozens of guards also turned their gazes to Wei Xiaobao. Although no one spoke, their eyes were filled with determination and trust as they awaited his orders.

"Alright, Wei Xiaobao. Now that we've arrived here, and you've even left the Forbidden City, shouldn't you release the Emperor now?"

Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang, escorted by a group of guards, also followed to the edge of the open space. Her gaze was sharp as a knife as she stared at Wei Xiaobao and said in a deep voice.

Soetu and others echoed this sentiment, demanding the release of the prisoners.