Crossing the Palace Fighting Fox Harem

Chapter 146 Waiting for the rabbit

On the other hand, Huarong walked straight to the West Palace of Empress Bao, and Die'er followed closely behind her.

Hua Rong's pace was much slower than when she was in Pianyouyuan. It was a very natural walking speed, so even if she met someone on the road, no one would have any suspicion.

However, Dier's expression seemed a little unnatural, her face was pale and her lower lip was bitten tightly.

Passersby would look at Dier's face for a moment, wondering what had happened.

Hua Rong never looked back, but from the looks of others, she could guess that Die'er behind her must be unhappy. Die'er must not be able to guess why she came to the West Palace. She used to be a maid serving Princess Tianning, and the princess and Concubine An were cousins. She must have been in and out of the East Palace more often than the West Palace. Even if she really wanted to tell someone, she should have gone to the East Palace or the Queen Mother's Palace. Why would she go to where Concubine Baogui lived?

Seeing that they were about to reach the West Palace, Hua Rong's pace gradually slowed down, as if she was intentionally waiting for Die'er to approach.

Hearing Die'er's footsteps stop behind her, Huarong suddenly turned around and walked towards Die'er.

Die'er was so scared that she took a half step back reflexively, but Huarong grabbed her wrist and said, "Die'er, I said I won't tell secrets, so I won't lie to you."

Die'er stared at her in shock and fear, unable to utter a word.

Hua Rong's eyelashes drooped slightly, and a chill was revealed in her dark eyes. She said, "I will not tell a secret without any evidence. Even if I tell the Queen Mother and Concubine An everything I just heard, as long as Concubine Zhao, the Imperial Preceptor, and Concubine Baogui all deny it, it will only become a false accusation on my part."

Die'er gasped and stared at Huarong in fear. Her doubtful look seemed to ask her what she was trying to do.

Hua Rong knew that Die'er couldn't speak, so she smiled at her and said coldly, "You'd better pray that Bao Niangniang doesn't leave any evidence behind."

Having said this, Huarong let go of Die'er and turned to face the west palace.

This place is about a few dozen steps away from the steps of the main entrance of the West Palace.

There was a grove of trees facing the West Palace. Huarong and Dieer were standing behind the trees, their figures hidden by the dense branches and leaves.

If you don't look carefully, you won't notice that there is someone standing in the bushes.

Die'er obviously didn't understand what Huarong's last words meant. She only looked at Huarong's back with worried and fearful eyes. She didn't know what she wanted to do, but her heart seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand, and she couldn't breathe. Huarong brought her a kind of almost suffocating pressure. She wanted to escape and hide, but her feet couldn't move. Because she knew that as long as she left, things might really develop in the worst direction; if she stayed, maybe she could still prevent something.

They just hid quietly in the bushes and waited, from day to evening, and from evening to dark.

The guards guarding the gate outside the West Palace had changed two or three shifts, but Huarong and Die'er were still standing in their original positions, motionless. They didn't even have a drop of water, let alone eat.

Huarong didn't react, but Die'er couldn't stand it anymore, her legs were almost numb. She didn't dare to move a step, for fear that she would lose her balance and fall if she moved a little. She didn't know what Huarong was waiting for, but she saw an ominous shadow in Huarong's unusually persistent eyes.

The sky was getting darker and darker. Even with a lantern, it could only illuminate two or three steps away, not to mention the bushes where there were no fireflies. It was pitch dark. The night wind was getting colder and colder, and a gust of wind could make people shiver.

Just when Die'er's eyes were about to turn dark, she suddenly saw a figure walking out of the West Palace not far away.

The figure was a palace maid, holding an exquisite lantern. After saying a few words to the guards outside the door, she walked towards the west.

In the dim light, Huarong and Die'er both recognized that the little palace maid was Xiaoyao, the close attendant of Concubine Baogui.

Xiaoyao's appearance instantly restored Huarong and Dier, who were standing in the bushes like sculptures.

Without saying anything, Huarong pushed aside the bushes and chased after Xiaoyao, with Die'er also hurriedly following behind her.

After leaving the West Palace, Xiao Yao walked towards the west, which was the direction where the Xianke Pavilion was located.

Could it be that Xiaoyao was helping Concubine Baogui to deliver a letter to the Imperial Master? Could this be the evidence that Huarong was waiting?

Die'er seemed to have a premonition of something, and the ominous black shadow in her heart once again loomed over her. She wanted to catch up and grab Xiaoyao, but her legs, which had been stiff for a long time, could not move any faster.

In stark contrast to Die'er, Huarong's steps were extremely fast. Not only was she getting closer and closer to Xiaoyao, but she was also leaving Die'er further and further away.

This path was originally quite quiet, and now that it was night, there was not a single person in sight.

As Xiao Yao was walking, she heard footsteps chasing her from behind. She turned back subconsciously, but before she could see who was coming, Hua Rong grabbed her wrist.

Xiaoyao screamed in fear with a cry of "Ah". The lantern in her hand fell to the ground, and the light flickered a few times before going out quietly.

"Let me go!" Xiaoyao struggled to escape, but failed. During the struggle, she also recognized Huarong, but she couldn't figure out why Huarong suddenly grabbed her.

At this time, Die'er, who had landed not far away, gathered up her last bit of strength and rushed towards Huarong and Xiaoyao.

But Hua Rong was even faster, she took out a small knife from somewhere!

The blade reflected the silver moonlight, shining brightly in the darkness, almost hurting Xiaoyao's eyes.

"No! Don't!" Xiao Yao was so scared that she couldn't even utter a complete sentence. Her legs had already started to go weak and her face was as pale as a wax figure.

At the extremely critical moment, Die'er rushed over and hugged Huarong.

But almost at the same moment, the knife in Huarong's hand drew a shining silver light in the darkness.

The next moment, there were a few "tick-tock" sounds, and a few drops of bright red blood fell to the ground.

Xiao Yao's whole body was limp, and as soon as Hua Rong let her go, she collapsed to the ground.

There was a two-inch wound on his arm that was still bleeding.

The knife, the murder weapon, was still in Huarong's hand. Dier hugged Huarong's hand tightly, trying desperately to take the knife away.

Hua Rong didn't seem to have any intention of attacking again. After pushing Die'er away with a palm, she put away the knife and walked straight towards Xiao Yao.

Xiaoyao hadn't recovered from the sudden situation just now. She stared at Huarong with dull eyes and let her pull herself up from the ground. She even forgot to shout "Let me go". The wound on her arm gradually felt a clear pain. The pain climbed along her body like a vine and soon covered her whole body - she felt that she was almost numb from the pain.

"Does it hurt?" Hua Rong smiled coldly, her eyes approached, and whispered in Xiao Yao's ear, "Being beheaded hurts more... The wound left behind is bigger than a bowl, aren't you afraid?"