After the divorce, the four big guys became my servants

Pang Wei stared blankly into Zhao Ge's eyes.

Then, without saying a word, he ran back to the room and picked up his weapon.

"Protecting the young master is important! But I will also protect you, the girl." He said solemnly.

Zhao Ge's eyes were moved: "Thank you, Brother Pang Wei."

Then, the two of them set out on the journey back to Chai'an City together.

There was some blood on the road, probably shed by the previous soldier. Following these traces, they quickly returned to Chai'an City from a shortcut.

In front of a dilapidated City God Temple, there were several corpses. Judging from their clothes, they looked like imperial guards.

Passing by the City God Temple is even more shocking.

There were at least twenty bodies lying in disorder on the river bank, and they looked like soldiers returning from the battlefield.

Zhao Ge's breathing became more and more rapid, and a feeling of sadness arose in his heart.

Have these soldiers, who fought hard against the Jie tribe to defend their country, ever thought that after returning safely, they would die at the hands of their own people’s evil ambitions?

At this moment, her hatred for Yuwen Qi was beyond words!

This despicable man killed so many innocent soldiers for his own benefit!

The two continued to move forward along the corpses that were flowing like a river of blood. After half an incense stick of time, they finally reached the center of Chai'an City.

At this time, every household stayed behind closed doors.

And there seemed to be a bloody battle on that street. The vendors' stalls were smashed beyond recognition, and there was blood and corpses everywhere.

Pang Wei stood in front of her and said, "Girl, follow me."

"Okay." She held Pang Wei's arm.

The two of them walked forward carefully, towards the direction of the palace.

At this moment, a cry was heard from the front. Zhao Ge hurried to the corner and saw a woman sobbing in fear.

"Sister, what did you see? Did you see Marquis Wu'an?" Zhao Ge asked hurriedly, forgetting that ordinary people had never seen Yuan Jinglie.

The woman looked pale and kept saying, "I don't know, I don't know. I just saw a lot of people wearing golden armor chasing a man wearing a red cloak. Then they started fighting, and in the end that man died! His head was chopped off!"

Zhaoge's heart sank.

Golden armor, that is the clothing of the imperial palace guards.

Moreover, ordinary soldiers would never be chased by so many imperial guards. Could that red cloak be the prince?

Or...is it Yuan Jinglie?

Thinking of this, Zhaoge's heart sank.

But now everything is just speculation. If you want to know the answer, you must go to the palace.

Zhao Ge first settled the woman who was about to have a mental breakdown, and then he and Pang Wei continued on their journey.

The strange thing was that they saw many corpses and traces of fighting along the way, but they did not see any living soldiers from either side.

So, although they were afraid, they reached the palace smoothly.

The palace gate was wide open, and there was no one guarding it.

Zhao Ge clenched his palms. What kind of world is this? Even the imperial palace can be entered at will! If you don't know, you would think that Da Chu has been destroyed!

She walked towards the palace with grief and indignation.

Pang Wei took a sword from a dead soldier and looked around vigilantly.

Two figures were walking in the deserted alley. At the end of the Qinglong Gate, a corpse was lying.

Zhao Ge walked closer and took a look, and was shocked.

It turned out to be the Black Hawk!

The young man who used to have a defiant look and could easily climb over the window sill of Qianxiang Tower seemed to be omnipotent, but at this moment, there was such a big hole in his heart.

All the blood has been drained.

Zhao Ge suddenly knelt on the ground, and tried to touch Black Hawk with trembling hands.

"Black Hawk, Black Hawk..."

Her voice was hoarse, and when her hands touched his face, she realized that his body was cold.

"Miss Zhaoge!" Pang Wei supported her and frowned, "Are you okay?"

Zhao Ge's face was pale. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't. She just stood up tremblingly and shook her head, "It's okay, let's... let's go."

She didn't dare look back at Black Hawk's body.

Because her mind was full of thoughts: Even Black Hawk was killed, what about A Lie? What should A Lie do!

Until their figures finally arrived in front of the Qiankun Palace.

At the entrance of the hall, there was a kneeling corpse with a sword piercing through the body. He was particularly eye-catching among the corpses lying horizontally.

Zhao Ge gradually approached, his breathing becoming heavier.

It was not until then that she saw the long knot on the ground.

That was... taken from her by Yuan Jinglie!

His confident words from the past seemed to still ring in his ears, but what stood before Zhao Ge now was a bloody corpse.

"Yuan Jinglie, you liar... didn't you say you would be safe?"

Zhao Ge couldn't hold back any longer, and tears wet her face.

Pang Wei, who was beside her, also had his eyes trembling when he heard this, and looked at the kneeling corpse in disbelief.

"Young Master? That's Young Master?"

Zhao Ge seemed to be unable to hear the sounds around her. She just stumbled towards him, but her legs were so weak that she fell to the ground before she reached him.

When I tried to get up, I couldn't get up at all.

Zhao Ge looked around in a daze, and the colors around him seemed to have turned black and white.

It's all her fault, it's all her self-righteous fault!

If she hadn't asked Alie to study and instilled in him the idea of ​​making a name for himself, how could he have thought of joining the army?

If she had not been determined to seek revenge and supported Yuwen Lian, how could Yuwen Qi have been so desperate as to attempt to usurp the throne?

If it wasn't for her, how could Alie die? How could the soldiers die?

Yes, at this point, she even had such a thought.

Yuan Jinglie’s death was the last line of defense that broke down her.

Zhao Ge began to question his rebirth.

Unable to bear this huge blow, she almost fainted.

"Sister!"

At this moment, a familiar voice came dimly from her ears.

Zhao Ge didn't look back. She thought she was going to die, so she heard his voice. Otherwise, why was the voice so unclear?

Until Pang Wei shouted excitedly: "Master! You are not dead!"

The resounding voice instantly broke the barrier that trapped Zhaoge.

She looked back in surprise, only to see Yuan Jinglie running towards her.

Then she fell into his bloody arms.

"Alie..."

Zhao Ge pushed him away in confusion, then pinched his cheek, "You're not dead? Are you really not dead?"

Yuan Jinglie couldn't help but hug her again, wishing he could melt her into his body.

"I'm not dead! I'm not dead! Look carefully, I'm still by your side!"

He let her go again, his eyes gleaming, "Your Highness the Crown Prince has captured the traitor Yuwen Qi alive! He has proved the innocence of the Eastern Palace in front of all the court officials! Sister, everything is over..."

It was not until he heard these words that Zhao Ge couldn't help but burst into tears.

"You don't know how scared I was. I saw so many dead bodies on the road, and even saw Black Hawk! I thought something had happened to you and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"I……"

Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly fell into Yuan Jinglie's arms.