The Emperor's uncle loves me! My paranoid wife, don't run away

Shen Runing hurried forward and supported Ji Yun who was kneeling on the ground, saying in an urgent tone: "What are you doing? Get up!"

However, Ji Yun held her sleeve tightly, his face full of tears, his body as stubborn as a rock, and he refused to get up.

"Get up!" Shen Runing raised his voice, his tone was filled with anger, but the concern in his tone was more obvious.

Ji Yun finally let go of his hand, shook his body, and stood up shakily, but still refused to let go of Shen Runing's sleeve.

Her face was as pale as paper, her eye sockets were sunken, and she was as thin as a dead branch swaying in the wind. It was obvious that Ji Yun had not been having a good time these past few days.

Shen Runing's eyes froze and she frowned slightly. Looking at Ji Yun's appearance, she felt a pang of pain in her heart.

"Ning'er, I've made up my mind. I'd rather die than enter the palace!"

She clenched the handrails tightly, her knuckles turned white, and she looked like a small animal forced to the edge of a cliff, full of fear and despair.

Shen Runing frowned and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Ji Yun. At this moment, Ji Yun was extremely excited.

"Ning'er, please give me a poison that is not easy to detect! All I want now is death!"

"Nonsense!" Shen Runing's face darkened and he stood up suddenly.

Ji Yun raised his head suddenly, his eyes filled with madness and sorrow, "Rather than marrying someone I don't like and living a hasty life, I would rather die here now!"

Shen Runing spoke quickly: "No, no, there are other ways..."

"There is no other way!" Ji Yun interrupted her again, his voice shrill, as if he had used up all his strength.

"Ning'er, I know this will make you feel very embarrassed, but..." She could no longer control herself and burst into tears. Her voice was suppressed but heartbreaking. Her tears dripped onto her sleeves, quickly leaving large stains.

Shen Runing smacked his lips and let out a long sigh.

Looking at the woman in front of him who was like a burnt candle, he suddenly stomped his feet and said in a deep voice: "Ji Yun! Listen to me, I have a way, do you want to try it?"

Ji Yun raised his head, a trace of desire and doubt flashed in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "Really?"

How could Shen Runing not know about the feelings between Shen Li and Ji Yun? When the emperor specifically asked Ji Yun to enter the palace, she was also shocked and didn't even know how to comfort Ji Yun.

In the past few days, she thought about it and finally came up with a solution. Although it is dangerous, it is the only way out at present.

Ji Yun stood up, tears still welling in his eyes, and held her hand tightly, his voice trembling a little: "Ning'er, you...you should speak quickly!"

"Don't be impatient, Yun'er, sit down first and let's talk slowly. Although this method is feasible, it is also a bit risky."

Ji Yun sat down immediately, looking at Shen Runing eagerly, and urged anxiously: "It's okay, it's okay, tell me quickly! As long as I can escape this disaster, I'm willing to do anything!"

Shen Runing's expression became serious, and he said in a deep voice: "It's not enough to rely on you and me alone, we must have someone in the palace to help us..."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Yun was already jumping up and down anxiously, "Ning'er, my dear Ning'er, don't keep me in suspense! Go ahead!"

Shen Runing couldn't help but sigh softly when he saw her like this, and leaned over to whisper in her ear.

……

Ji Yun was stunned at first, and the tears in her eyes trembled slightly. After a moment, her face changed suddenly, from pale to uneasy. Her lips were slightly open, but no sound came out for a long time.

After a long time, Shen Runing left Ji Yun's ear.

"This...this, can she help us?" Ji Yun's voice trembled slightly with excitement. His hands clenched into fists and placed on his knees, as if he was trying hard to suppress some emotion.

Shen Runing did not answer immediately, but looked at her solemnly, and then, his brows revealed a bit of determination: "I can't guarantee that it will be foolproof, but this is our only chance."

Ji Yun took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tears quietly slid down from the corners of his eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, the struggle in her eyes had been replaced by a hidden determination. Her voice was trembling, but she said with great determination: "Okay... I'll do as you say!"

……

The border of Tianyan Kingdom is thousands of miles away.

A streak of setting sun was burning in the evening sky, and the fiery red clouds dyed the entire sky, as if the lingering sound of the blood shed on the battlefield was reflected in the sky.

Low horn sounds were heard from the military camp, mixed with the noisy conversations of the soldiers. The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder, reminding people that a fierce battle had just taken place here.

Under the willow tree at the edge of the camp, Shen Li stood alone, his figure stretched out by the setting sun, his body still stained with blood from the daytime battle, the sword in his hand hanging to the side, shaking slightly.

His eyes fell on a charred piece of land not far away. There used to be lush green grass there, but now, there were only dead bones and broken armor left.

The news kept echoing in his mind—the emperor specifically requested Ji Yun to enter the palace.

“Ji Yun…” Shen Li murmured in a low voice, a hint of pain in his eyes.

"What can I do?" he asked softly with self-mockery, his tone filled with strong self-loathing. He glanced at the sword in his hand. The blood on the battlefield had not yet dried, but he couldn't even protect the person he wanted to protect the most.

His heart felt like it was thrown into a blender, confused, painful, and bloody.

"How...how can I stop this..." He muttered to himself, his voice so low that it was almost drowned out by the wind.

For some reason, the sunset glow, which should have slowly faded, became redder and brighter, as if it was burning the entire sky into flames.

The smoke of gunpowder was lingering in the air, and the fishy aftertaste of the battlefield became stronger and stronger. Shen Li raised his head, his eyes stunned, but he caught a glimpse of a vague figure at the end of his sight.

Not far away, a figure stood quietly at the edge of the open space, with long hair dancing in the wind, like burning black silk billowing in the red glow. He was tall, with a stern back, holding a sword in one hand and slowly raising it.

The sword flashed, emitting a cold light, and accompanied by steady steps, the sword moves changed from simple to complex, changing like flowing clouds and water. Every move and every style was saturated with murderous aura, yet as smooth as an elegant war song.

The light of the setting sun shone on him, making every swing of his sword more dazzling.

The sword edge cut through the air, making a sharp sound, as if tearing time apart, dividing the battlefield into two worlds - the vicissitudes of the past and the hope of the future.

"Luo Mian..." Shen Li muttered to himself.

After a long time, Luo Mian's figure slowly stopped in the red light. He swung his sword and inserted it diagonally into the ground, and the dust around him scattered.

In an instant, Shen Li seemed to see hope and redemption.

Perhaps, it's time to change the person sitting on the dragon throne.

Shen Li slowly clenched his fists, his eyes no longer wandering, but became firm.

He looked at Luo Mian's back, his voice low but revealing a hidden passion: "It's time to change the color of this sky."

Luo Mosheng was holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, hiding in the darkness bored, talking to himself while looking at Luo Mian not far away.

"The emperor's uncle is so lucky."