Love is deep but fate is shallow, this beautiful wife has waited for a thousand years

Mu Xiaoqiao smiled at Ling Ao and said, "It's been a long night. How are you, Village Master Ling?"

Ling Ao's face turned purple and he was speechless. Mu Xiaoqiao loosened her grip a little, walked around behind him, and pushed him, "Take me to find the young master who was captured with me."

When the people in the village saw their leader being captured, they had no choice but to retreat. Ling Ao led Mu Xiaoqiao out step by step. Although his breathing was a little smoother at this time, his life was still in Mu Xiaoqiao's hands.

"Lady, I am the one who is blind and does not know the real man. Could you please tell me your name so that I can know who has taken my hand?"

"Mu Xiaoqiao." Mu Xiaoqiao did not intend to hide her identity, and there was nothing to hide. As the God of War of the Great Jin Dynasty, how could she be afraid of these villains?

Why does this name sound so familiar? Ling Ao thought for a long time, and suddenly his eyes widened, "Mu Xiaoqiao? General Mu?"

"it's me."

Now Ling Ao no longer had any resentment in his heart. He could only blame himself for being unlucky for having met the God of War of the Jin Dynasty. Even the Western Zhou Dynasty had been defeated by her and had never recovered from that. As for him, being defeated was not a loss for him as he was just a commoner.

"General Mu, it's Ling Ao who has offended you. I will take you to see your husband immediately." Ling Ao still thought that Ruan Haoyu and Mu Xiaoqiao were really husband and wife.

Mu Xiaoqiao was too lazy to argue. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Ruan Haoyu's identity would not be made public for the time being. After all, this place was close to Nanrong.

Ling Ao ordered everyone in the village to stay and not follow him, and then he very cooperatively led Mu Xiaoqiao to a cave in the back mountain. Before entering, he said, "General Mu, to be honest, the person who asked me to kidnap your husband last night is here, and he is interrogating your husband in the dungeon right now. You have to be careful when you go in."

Unexpectedly, Ling Ao actually cared about her. Mu Xiaoqiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she had to say with a straight face, "I know. Thank you."

After saying that, she struck Ling Ao on the back of the neck with her palm, and then placed the unconscious Ling Ao in the bushes next to the cave. She didn't want to bring a burden in with her.

Mu Xiaoqiao walked lightly into the cave step by step. The terrain inside went downhill all the way. No wonder Ling Ao said this was a dungeon.

After walking a few steps, several figures appeared in front of them. They should be the guards of the dungeon. Mu Xiaoqiao tore off a piece of clothes to cover their faces. The people inside were most likely from the Nanrong Palace, so she had better hide her identity.

Several guards were on patrol when suddenly their eyes blurred and their necks felt numb. They fell down silently without even seeing the person coming.

After Mu Xiaoqiao dealt with these guards, he walked a long way forward and felt that he had gone deep into the mountain. In the process, he dealt with several groups of guards, using the same method on all of them and pressing their sleeping points.

Finally, human voices were heard. Mu Xiaoqiao perked up and poked his head out from behind the stone wall. He saw a huge stone chamber in front of him with various torture instruments placed beside it. Torches were inserted on the wall at regular intervals, illuminating the stone chamber brightly.

The place is surrounded by guards, whose number is more than the sum of all the guards in front. And it is obvious that all the guards here are martial artists. In the middle of the stone room, there is a handsome young man in luxurious clothes, drinking tea leisurely, and on the rack in front of him, a man is tied up and being whipped. Who else could it be but Ruan Haoyu?

At this moment, Ruan Haoyu was no longer the delicate Prince Haoyu he had been before. He was now in tattered clothes, with disheveled hair, and his face and body were covered with bloodstains. If he was not tied up, Mu Xiaoqiao would have doubted whether he could still stand.

"Sixth brother, why are you doing this? If you don't have any ambitions for the country, why do you have to put yourself in such a state as a prince? If you tell me where the seal of the Eastern Palace is earlier, wouldn't you suffer less? Second brother promises that in the future, I will give you fine clothes and delicious food, and let you enjoy endless wealth and glory, so that you can live a carefree life. How about that?"

The elegant young man's tone was full of temptation, and he spoke lightly, but he did not ask his men to stop, and they continued to whip Ruan Haoyu.

When the whip came down, Ruan Haoyu just groaned, but no sound came out of his throat. Mu Xiaoqiao looked at the bloodstains all over his body, with almost no good place, and couldn't help but frowning.

The second prince of Nanrong, Ruan Haotian.

Mu Xiaoqiao had heard of this Ruan Haotian. He was idle, cruel and ruthless, and notorious for forming cliques for personal gain in the court. However, he was born to the most special Leng Concubine in the palace. The Leng Concubine accompanied the Emperor of Nanrong on his incognito tour. She was killed by an assassin while trying to save the emperor, leaving behind a posthumous child, which was this Ruan Haotian.

From then on, the Emperor of Nanrong doted on Ruan Haotian in every way, causing him to develop a lawless character.

The Emperor of Nanrong was well aware that his son was spoiled, so he appointed his sixth and only legitimate son, Ruan Haotian, as the crown prince at an early stage. He said that Ruan Haotian could do whatever he wanted, but he would never be allowed to interfere in family and national affairs.

Now he comes to snatch the seal of the Eastern Palace. Could it be that the Emperor of Nanrong...will not live long?

Mu Xiaoqiao was lost in thought for a moment and accidentally stepped on a stone, which made a slight sound. She thought to herself that it was not good. Someone in front of her had heard the noise and shouted, "Who?"

There is only one passage in this dungeon, which is the one Mu Xiaoqiao just came in. It is too late to retreat now. A big battle is about to break out. Mu Xiaoqiao held his breath and leaned against the stone wall, listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer, and clenched his fists.

"Three, two, one", Mu Xiaoqiao counted the footsteps silently in her heart. As soon as one footstep fell, she immediately flew out at lightning speed, clenched her right hand, and hit the person's ear with a palm.

The man was also quite skilled and dodged Mu Xiaoqiao's palm strike in time, but Mu Xiaoqiao's palm strike was very agile and he would change it immediately if he missed, with such an incredible speed that it was unbelievable.

After three moves, before the others came over, Mu Xiaoqiao had already repelled the attackers and flew up, swooping down towards the center of the stone chamber like a giant bird.

It is her usual style to capture the leader first.

But this time it was not so smooth. When her hand was only an inch away from Ruan Haotian's throat, a long sword stretched out from the side, forcing her to turn around and dodge. In just a moment, Ruan Haotian had been pulled behind her and hid far away, patting his chest with lingering fear.

"Young lady, you are very skilled. May I ask your name? Why do you want to interfere in other people's family affairs?"

To outsiders, this was indeed Nanrong's family affair, but to Mu Xiaoqiao, it was a national affair. After all, the selection of the new emperor of Nanrong directly affected the diplomatic relations between the two countries. What's more... Ruan Haoyu risked his life to save her yesterday, and she, Mu Xiaoqiao, never owed anyone a favor.

She looked at the person in front of her, a middle-aged man in his forties, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, holding a three-foot green sword in his hand. Mu Xiaoqiao looked at the sword and her heart moved slightly.

"I didn't expect that Tian Senpeng, the Tianshuang Sword Master, would start to meddle in the affairs of the imperial court." Mu Xiaoqiao said coldly.