Chapter 1874 - 1812: A Grand Scheme
Chapter 1874: Chapter 1812: A Grand Scheme
Heat, Wufu felt like she was meat being roasted over a fire, sizzling and about to explode from the heat.
She pulled open her collar with such force that it tore the neckline apart, but one hand touched the area of her arm that was stabbed, the pain made her shiver.
Something’s wrong!
Wufu tried hard to open her eyes, her vision was a bit blurry, her mind was heavy, and her body...
It was an extreme desire!
Even without understanding, she knew what the hell this was, she had been drugged.
"Bastard." Wufu trembled and cursed, with the last bit of clarity left in her mind, she realized she had fallen into a trap.
She had to leave this place.
She rolled off the bed, landing heavily on the cold jade floor, her face pressing against it, rubbing unconsciously. It felt so cool, so comfortable.
Voices came from afar, Wufu was startled, she tried hard to get up, but just as she pushed herself an arm’s length, she fell heavily again.
Her whole body was weak and trembling, she touched her head, there were no accessories left, her black hair fell loose, that damn person was afraid she might harm herself, so even her jewelry was removed?
And coming into the palace, weapons were not allowed, even ordinary carving knives.
The voices got closer, Wufu panicked, she looked at the corner of the bed, climbed over, stood up, raised her hand, then heavily slammed it down.
Crack.
The sharp pain made her mind clearer, cold sweat seeped out, she propped herself up from the ground with the other hand, took a glance, and stumbled toward the window at the back of the hall.
Her other hand hung in a strange position, it was dislocated.
She struggled to climb the window, climbed up and over, and fell down, her whole body aching with tremors, at the same time, she heard the sound within the hall: "Royal Mother?"
It was Emperor Yan!
Wufu’s pupils shrank suddenly, she bit her tongue hard; full of hate, who, who the hell set her up like this.
Emperor Yan, it was actually Emperor Yan who came.
Bastard!
The taste in her mouth was salty and sweet, but compared to her body being gnawed by thousands of ants, it was unbearably itchy. Wufu crouched under the window sill, tightly covering her mouth to prevent herself from making a sound.
Emperor Yan entered the warm pavilion where he would normally rest, sniffing the sweet aroma in the air, suddenly feeling unbearably hot, frowning at the chaos above him, his handsome face darkened.
Where is Royal Mother?
A faint groan reached his ears, very soft, but enough for him to hear.
"Who!" Emperor Yan shouted sharply.
No one responded, Emperor Yan’s gaze turned cold, with a wave of his hand, a shadow scurried towards the window, immediately grabbing a person with hair in disarray and throwing them inside.
Emperor Yan narrowed his eyes, walked over, waved his hand, and the shadow instantly retreated.
He stood in front of the softly groaning person, squatted down, turned her face towards him.
Not Royal Mother? Whoever lured him here using such means, whoever it was, deserved death, dared to use Royal Mother!
The person’s hair was brushed aside by him, revealing Wufu’s flushed face and her misty, water-like eyes, Emperor Yan was stunned: "Princess Consort of Jin?"
Wufu clutched at her already open neckline, her eyes half-closed, voice hoarse, speaking intermittently: "Go...."
She was about to lose it!
Emperor Yan was a bit dazed, before anything could be done, a rapid sound of footsteps approached quickly, along with Ah Jiu’s calling voice.
Emperor Yan immediately realized what was happening, his expression changed dramatically, without thinking, he leaped out the window from where Wufu had been thrown in.
When Ah Jiu entered, he saw a shadow leaping out while Wufu, with disheveled clothes, lay on the ground, his face changed drastically, rushing over: "Wufu!"