The prince stepped on me to get to the top, I angrily flirted with the enemy's hostage

Under the West Gate, the smell of damp earth seeped out from the cracks in the old bricks.

Gong Yu rushed towards her, knowing that her physical strength had reached its limit.

Gong Yu handed the situation outside over to Huang Liao.

Su Rou held a lamp, and the flames cast her slender shadow on the wall, like a soft yet tough reed.

Gong Yu's shadow behind her completely covered her, like a leopard holding its breath.

The secret passage is long and quiet, with only the sound of dripping water.

When she reached the corner, Su Rou suddenly stopped.

There was a dark red wax seal on the wall, not yet dry, still with a fishy and sweet smell.

That was Wumuhan's former symbol: a red flame wrapped around a snake.

She squatted down to take a closer look. Just as her fingertips touched the wet wax, she heard the sound of wind breaking through the air.

"Get down!" Gong Yu shouted.

A short crossbow arrow flew past her head and pierced into the crack of the brick with a "bang", the tail of the arrow still trembling.

Almost at the same time, four crossbowmen in night clothes stepped out of the darkness. Their faces were not covered with ordinary black scarves, but with gold-painted and colorful Nuo masks, with red patterns on a white background, like smiling ghosts crawling out of hell.

Gong Yu held Su Rou in his arms and spun around, swinging his soft blade with a crescent-shaped cold light.

The light of the blade and the color of fire intertwined, reflecting the cold murderous intent in his eyes.

The moment the blood splashed onto the Nuo mask, it split in two, revealing the terrified and distorted human eyes underneath.

When the crossbowman fell, the sound of iron bars falling to the ground was heard behind the secret passage.

The retreat route is blocked.

Su Rou raised the lamp and saw that the wall tiles in front of her were slowly shifting, revealing a crack that was only wide enough for one person to pass sideways.

A very faint firelight shone through the gap, like another lurking eye.

She tilted her head and saw Gong Yu's left hand clasped with hers, his palms covered in cold sweat.

"Stay by my side, don't leave, I'll keep an eye on you."

For Gong Yu, Su Rou's bravery meant rushing forward without regard for the consequences.

Gong Yu was worried about her condition, so he had no choice but to keep her by his side.

The problems between the desert and the southern country cannot be solved in a short time.

In fact, Gong Yu had no intention of interfering in the internal affairs of the desert at the beginning.

But Su Rou was dragged and forced into it by Andre.

It would be impossible for him to ignore this.

"There might be gunpowder ahead," he whispered.

"I guess so."

Su Rou shook his hand back, "But if we retreat now, the fire will start again. Next time, I'm afraid it won't just be Xique Gate that'll be burned, but the people in the city."

Suddenly, behind the crevice in the stone, there was a clear view, and it turned out to be a dusty little temple.

The golden bricks were covered with dust, three feet of it. On the only altar stood seven lotus-petal glass lamps. The oil in the lamps was still hot, but the flames were almost gone, like embers that had been waiting for a hundred years.

Under the light, Su Rou saw the colorful paintings on the wall behind the altar.

A map of an old dynasty, the ink has peeled off, but you can still make out the broken traces of the four words "Royal Family of the Desert".

The reason why the royal family of the Great Desert has been able to reach this point today is that they have a good and wise ruler, not a piece of shit like Wumuhan.

"Gong Yu, Andre will be a good king of the desert. Let's... just do this as a good deed."

Gong Yu didn't say anything, but raised his hand to brush away the dust from her temples.

"Arou, I always feel that you never seem to care about me, but I've taken your husband's place? Is there no way Andre can take it?"

Su Rou was stunned.

Gong Yu's words seemed full of hostility towards Andre.

Su Rou said, "Why do you say that? My husband is you, this is an indisputable fact."

Su Rou felt that there was nothing wrong with her explanation, but Gong Yu sounded like it was perfunctory.

Su Rou was reborn with the memories of her previous life. Although she didn't know what Gong Yu's ending was, she understood that a young general who could lead troops to conquer the Northern Kingdom could not be too miserable no matter how pitiful he was.

But Andre is different.

For the future peace of life for her, her father, her mother, and her elder, second, and third brothers.

She has to find a suitable king for the desert.

The same reasoning applies to her support for the eleventh prince to succeed to the throne.

She supported an emperor whom she thought was good to ascend the throne. Gong Yu shouldn't have any problem with that, right?

If she had any other thoughts, why would she choose him?

Su Rou knows very well that she must never compromise herself in love.

Suddenly the lamp flickered and the last wick went out.

The moment darkness engulfed them, Su Rou heard her own heartbeat.

As fast as an arrow in a secret passage, there is nowhere to hide.

He leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

When their lips and teeth met, it seemed as if he wanted to press all of her future destiny into her chest with this breath.

Su Rou tasted the remaining sweetness of the rose pastry, the spiciness of blood, the coldness of pine needles and the night wind. In the end, only the tip of his burning tongue was left, pressing against her, whispering and repeating stubbornly.

"You're too straightforward to consider my feelings. Stop caring so much about other men and pay more attention to me... okay?"

She suddenly realized that Bai Yu was jealous.

But she suddenly pushed him away, resting her forehead against his sweaty temple, breathing erratically, "Isn't this for our future and a stable life?"

Gong Yu laughed. "Your reaction makes me think you like Andre. If I didn't know your temper, I would have thought you were willing to go through fire and water for him. The Eastern Desert is actually just dissatisfied with Andre as the new king. Andre hasn't done anything yet, and you're already charging into battle for him... Ah Rou said... How can I not be jealous?"

If anyone from the Great Desert Royal Family could have helped Andre, they wouldn't have let a Northern Barbarian King take the throne...

Doesn’t Gong Yu understand this logic?

Su Rou didn't believe it.

If she hadn't had the foresight to save Andre back then, she wouldn't know him now.

Wouldn't it be nice to have a desert king as a friend?

She added, "But you are the most important. Don't compare yourself with them. They are friends, and you are the husband."

Gong Yu froze.

After a while, he chuckled softly, "It turns out that I am so important to you."

It seems that he was coaxed into submission.

The loud bang of the iron bars being pried open from the outside tore through the dark night, a ray of sunlight fell in through the gap, and dust fluttered like broken fireflies.

Huang Liao's voice came from outside, "General, Madam, the remnants of Wumuhan have retreated and fled towards Xihua Gate. We have set up a net."

Gong Yu turned his head and looked at Su Rou.

Su Rou said, "Chase! Don't let anyone go."

On the Red Tooth City, frost and snow press down the blade.

The desert wind blew even harder over Chiya City, like thousands of invisible hands blowing the sand into human faces and then tearing it into pieces.

Su Rou stood between the battlements of the North Palace.

The sky darkened very quickly, as if someone had poured thick ink on the sky, and the blood-red setting sun on the edge of the clouds became a scimitar, ready to cut the city in half at any time.

"Are you cold?" Gong Yu stood one step to her right.

Su Rou jumped onto the horse and said, "It's cold, kill Wumuhan to warm yourself up!"

Gong Yu sighed helplessly and jumped onto the horse as well.