This villain has become a ghost

At the foot of the dark mountain, no one spoke except the sound of dripping water after the rain and the crackling sound of burning tinder.

After a moment, the sound of horse hooves splashing mud and water was heard. Ling Chaomian's eyes suddenly lit up and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

Two horses came galloping down the narrow, muddy path, one in front and one behind. The horses were obviously exhausted, with wolf bite marks still on their legs, and they neighed softly.

Song Zhiyi's injuries were slightly lighter than Yue Liuyun's. Not only did she remain conscious, she was also able to drive her horse on her own. Now that she was finally out of trouble, she leaned tiredly on Nangong Qianshang and closed her eyes with peace of mind.

Nangong Qianshang immediately carried her and changed horses, galloping towards the palace.

Yue Liuyun's face was pale, his breath was weak, and he fainted in Nangong Mingzhu's arms.

Ling Chaomian had never thought that he would see Yue Liuyun again, nor had he thought that after learning that she had returned, the long-awaited reunion would be like this.

He tried his best to restrain his urge to step forward. He was extremely worried, but kept his expression unchanged.

Liu Zeyin's pupils constricted and her heart tightened.

"General Qiming, I heard this is your cousin," Nangong Mingzhu carried Yue Liuyun off the horse, hiding his clenched fists. His nails dug into his palms, drawing blood. He said coldly, "...Why don't you take her away quickly?"

"Wei Chen obeys your orders."

When Liu Zeyin saw the injuries on her body, his heart skipped a beat and he hurried forward.

Seeing that he was about to touch Yue Liuyun, Nangong Mingzhu lowered his eyes, which suddenly became cold, and changed his mind in an instant. He turned around and carried her to another horse at an extremely fast speed.

"Never mind. I'm not such a demanding person. Let her stay in the palace and recuperate with Marquis Wu'an. When she wakes up, you can take her back to General Qiming's residence."

The words were left behind by Nangong Mingzhu and gradually faded away with the sound of hurried horse hooves.

Liu Zeyin: "..."

Ling Chaomian said to him, "General Qiming, don't worry too much. The palace has the best doctors, and His Majesty is not unreasonable. He won't make things difficult for your cousin."

Because of Han Wei's matter, and Yue Liuyun's serious injury, Liu Zeyin was a little upset, which made him avoid the correct, subtle guess that flashed through his mind and was then denied.

He rubbed his temples and jumped onto his horse.

-

After Yue Liuyun fainted, his consciousness was immersed in all kinds of bizarre dreams. Sometimes he dreamed of his past, sometimes of Nangong Mingzhu, and sometimes of the scene of the car accident that night...

She gradually lifted her heavy eyelids and adjusted to the sudden brightness.

The light green bed curtains and tents came into view, and the strong smell of medicine filled the air and hit my nose.

It smells bad.

It smells bitter.

As she thought to herself, she looked up to her side.

A young girl was lying on the head of the bed, sleeping soundly. Her rosy face looked soft and sticky, so cute.

Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, Yue Liuyun did not disturb her. He smiled and closed his eyes to rest.

After a while, the girl finally moved, stretched, and rubbed her eyes.

Seeing Yue Liuyun open her eyes, the girl was stunned for a moment, then she smiled with joy: "Oh, sister, you are finally awake!"

Yue Liuyun nodded and asked, "Is this the imperial palace?"

"Yes," the girl said with a smile, "You were seriously injured and had been unconscious for several days. It took me a lot of effort to treat your wounds and save you..."

"You are?"

"Oh, my name is Bai Yueguang, and I'm currently the chief physician of the Imperial Hospital," she said.

Yue Liuyun: “…”

Yue Liuyun: "What a nice name."

"Thank you, I think so too."

Yue Liuyun asked softly, "...Where is His Majesty?"

Bai Yueguang thought about it and muttered doubtfully:

"Hey, this is strange. Normally, His Majesty would come to visit you at this time and stay here for the entire day. Why hasn't His Majesty come yet today..."

-

The torches hanging on the walls flickered faintly, casting distorted shadows. The dungeon was filled with a rotten and foul smell. The ground was damp and cold, and from time to time there were the squeaking of rats and the dripping of water.

The dungeon's passages were narrow and winding, seemingly endless, and the stones on the walls were rough and sharp.

Han Wei was chained tightly to a stone pillar, his face pale as paper and his lips chapped. The chains dug deep into his skin, and blood gushed out of the wounds, forming purple-black clots that emitted a strong smell of blood.

Nangong Mingzhu's beautiful face flickered in the darkness. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking at him nonchalantly, and said lazily:

"Master Han is a man of steel. I'm sure these thirty-six tortures won't bother you."

Han Wei's eyes flashed with disdain, his lips covered with blood moved slightly, and he said, "Since you know this, my little emperor, why not just kill me!"

Nangong Mingzhu chuckled.

"Kill you?" He slowly walked up to Han Wei, looked down at him, and said slowly, "Master Han, you are truly naive. Now that you have fallen into my hands, you know... death is not an easy thing."

Nangong Mingzhu fiddled with his sleeves and said, "I was originally just curious about who you belong to. Now that I think about it, your reluctance to say anything makes you look a lot like an old friend of mine."

"This old friend, I suddenly... want Coach Han to meet him as well."

His voice was very pleasant, but it seemed even more eerie in this dark atmosphere.

Nangong Mingzhu waved his hand lightly, and the cell door opened. A young man with a haggard appearance was brought in by Feng Ning.

When Han Wei saw the person coming, his eyes widened with disbelief on his face. He moved slightly, but the iron chain embedded in his body pulled out his flesh and blood, causing him to spasm in pain.

"How about it, Coach Han, are you surprised?" Nangong Mingzhu said with a smile.

The young man had never seen the sun all day, and his pale face still showed his graceful features. However, his cheeks were sunken and he was extremely skinny, as if he had suffered a lot of torture. There were hideous wounds all over his body, and in some places, white bones were visible.

It turned out to be Wei Yanzhi.

He's not dead!

"Tsk, seeing Coach Han's reaction, I must have guessed right." Nangong Mingzhu said slowly.

Wei Yanzhi's voice was damaged, and he made an unpleasant and hoarse sound. He said to Nangong Mingzhu, "Your Majesty, why did you bring me here?"

"Prime Minister, do you want me to kill him?" Nangong Mingzhu said.

Wei Yanzhi said coldly: "Who is he? What does he have to do with me? When did Your Majesty ever ask for my permission to kill someone?"

Nangong Mingzhu suddenly let out a low laugh, his eyes cruel.

"Prime Minister, I thought you were flawless all along. I didn't expect that this Coach Han could make you lose your composure like this..."

"It's getting more and more interesting."