"Sir, are you satisfied with the current situation?"

She asked softly, but the noise around her drowned out her words, and her vision was blurred, so she couldn't see the reactions of others.

Lin Zhiruo knew that she had no time to stay here as there were more urgent tasks waiting for her to complete.

"Please show some mercy and let me pass."

She raised her voice, and it cut through the noise of the crowd with its clarity.

(If I can’t move forward, the consequences will be disastrous.)

Once you miss an opportunity, you can never make up for it. The result...

Lin Zhiruo was extremely anxious.

(Am I going to miss out on that precious lamb kidney?)

She felt dizzy and her vision was still blurry, yet she had a firm reason to stand up.

Lin Zhiruo stared at the people around her, her eyes revealing urgency and determination.

"I do not wish to interrupt the solemnity of the ceremony. I only hope that Your Excellency will be lenient for once and treat it as a mischievous mouse that has slipped into the ceremony grounds."

She prayed silently in her heart, hoping that the current emperor would be merciful and perhaps only she would be punished for this.

Of course, Lin Zhiruo didn't want to lose her life either, so she decided to try her best to plead with Quan Wushuang. If that didn't work, she would at least ask for a chance to commit suicide.

"If you insist on stopping me here, and an accident does occur within the festival grounds, what will we do? There will undoubtedly be distinguished guests within. If that happens, I'm afraid you will all be held accountable."

Although Lin Zhiruo was not clear about the specific situation in the sacrificial site, she could feel from the surrounding atmosphere that this was a grand sacrificial ceremony.

Her words seemed to touch some people, and they exchanged glances and remained silent.

However, not everyone is willing to let her go easily.

"You want me to believe what you say?"

Someone questioned.

Lin Zhiruo was thinking about how to refute. Just as she was glaring at the military officer who was blocking her way, a crisp sound of footsteps gradually approached.

"So, can I trust what I said?"

A teasing voice came from behind, and there seemed to be a smile hidden in the voice, as if teasing everyone.

Lin Zhiruo knew immediately that it was Quan Wushuang's voice.

The military officer who was blocking her took a half step back involuntarily, and the faces of the officials around her suddenly changed, as if they had encountered something ominous.

Lin Zhiruo didn't look back, but tried hard not to look too distorted in her expression, her temples throbbing and spasming.

"Speaking of which, beating a young girl is not a glorious thing. Look, isn't she injured? Who did it?"

There was a hint of joking in Quan Wushuang's words, but there was also a cold edge hidden in them.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the man holding the hexagonal stick. His face was frozen and he was speechless.

"Anyway, let's do as this girl says and let her go. I'll take the responsibility."

Quan Wushuang's words came like timely rain, saving Lin Zhiruo from trouble.

Lin Zhiruo cursed inwardly, the timing was so coincidental that it seemed as if it had been carefully calculated by someone.

However, she had no time to care about these things. She just looked around and then ran towards the altar resolutely.

The scent of spices and smoke filled the air, and the silks hanging from the ceiling fluttered in the wind, complementing the melodious music of the orchestra.

There are fluent words written on the silk, and it is said that these words can turn into prayers and fly into the sky.

Lin Zhiruo, a girl covered in dust, barging into such an occasion naturally caused an uproar among the crowd.

(I must be in a very awkward state now.)

Lin Zhiruo thought to herself that she was sweating profusely from running, and her face must be stained with half-dried nosebleed.

She was looking forward to taking a good bath after the ceremony, but she didn't know if she could borrow Quan Wushuang's bathhouse. Maybe she could only ask Gao Zhongcheng or someone else.

However, what worried her more was whether her head would be safe before that.

At the end of the endless red carpet stood a man dressed in black, wearing a crown with hanging beads on his head, and his reciting voice was clear and pleasant.

Lin Zhiruo ran as hard as she could, heading straight towards the man.

In front of him was a huge cauldron burning with flames, and above his head was a huge pillar with silk hanging on it.

Lin Zhiruo seemed to hear a sharp squeaking sound coming from the pillar. Perhaps it was just her illusion. After all, the distance was so far, how could she hear it so clearly?

However, Lin Zhiruo did not hesitate. She kicked the carpet away and ran towards the man.

The man noticed Lin Zhiruo approaching and turned around.

Lin Zhiruo didn't care about anything else and hugged the man's side and pulled him to the ground.

At the same time, a deafening roar sounded, and Lin Zhiruo felt an intense burning sensation on her legs.

She glanced back secretly and saw a huge metal pillar piercing through her leg, leaving a piece of skin gouged out.

(This wound needs to be stitched up quickly.)

Lin Zhiruo pondered secretly in her heart. She reached out and opened the clothes in front of her chest and groped around.

She always kept some food and simple medical equipment in her arms.

However, a big hand suddenly grabbed her hand.

Lin Zhiruo looked up in surprise, only to see the beads beneath the crown swaying gently, revealing a pair of eyes as deep as obsidian.

"What on earth has put you in this situation?"

There was a hint of doubt in that voice that sounded like the sound of nature.

The pillar that fell from the ceiling lay on the ground. If Lin Zhiruo had not pulled the man down in time, he would probably have died on the spot.

"...Manager Quan, could you please give me some lamb kidneys?"

Lin Zhiruo looked at the handsome eunuch in front of her, her heart full of doubts.

She didn't understand why Quan Wushuang appeared here, and she wanted to ask him for an explanation.

However, this is clearly not the time to discuss this matter.

Quan Wushuang showed an expression of unbearable pain, and gently stroked Lin Zhiruo's cheek with his big hand, sliding his thumb across her cheek.

"What's going on with your face?"

Quan Wushuang's eyes were full of heartache, but Lin Zhiruo didn't understand why.

Compared to these, she would rather solve the current dilemma first.

"Rather than these, let me take care of the wound on my foot first."

Lin Zhiruo said.

Although the wound didn't hurt, the burning sensation was unbearable for her.

She struggled to turn around and check the wound, but her weak body made her stagger.

"Hey...what's wrong with you?!"

Quan Wushuang's voice sounded so far away.

Lin Zhiruo knew in her heart that it was because of the heavy blow to the head that she became so weak and powerless.

And her vision went blank again...

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