The weak prince's queen

Just as the secret passage was about to close completely, Chu Xiyue was horrified to see a group of ferocious guards charging in. The venerable master was desperately battling them, but two fists were no match for four. Despite his utmost efforts, he was ultimately unable to withstand the overwhelming force of the enemy. In a flash of cold light, a guard's longsword mercilessly pierced the master's back! In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and a stream of crimson blood gushed from the master's mouth, his body teetering on the verge of collapse.

Chu Xiyue's eyes widened as she watched the scene in horror. Her heart felt like it was being cut by thousands of sharp blades, the pain so severe that she could barely breathe. The pain made her feel like her heart was about to shatter into countless pieces. Her throat felt like it was blocked by something. She wanted to scream but no sound came out. She could only open her mouth wide, as if that would alleviate the fear and pain in her heart.

However, at this terrifying moment, a hand as strong and as hard as steel reached out like lightning, accurately covering Chu Xiyue's mouth. Chu Xiyue subconsciously turned her head, and when she saw the person who had attacked her, she was stunned. It turned out to be Xiao Yichen! His face was serious, and his eyes revealed an unquestionable majesty.

Chu Xiyue's gaze returned to the bloody and brutal scene, and tears welled up in her eyes like a flood. She couldn't understand why the master, who had just been so kind and compassionate, had suddenly met such a terrible fate. Those cruel images kept flashing through her mind, making her feel dizzy.

At this moment, in the dark, deep, and damp secret passage, several burly, muscular monks were seen wielding thick clubs, using all their might to diligently clear a path ahead. Every time they swung their clubs, a dull, thumping sound echoed throughout the secret passage, giving people a chilling feeling.

Xiao Yichen, on the other hand, was exceptionally cautious. With one hand, he firmly supported the trembling Chu Xiyue, while with the other, he held a sharp dagger, vigilantly observing the surroundings. The two of them trailed at the back of the group, slowly moving forward. The ground beneath their feet was uneven, and occasional pebbles and mud splashed onto them, but neither of them paid any attention, concentrating on following the person in front.

In this way, they trudged along the winding, snake-like passage.

Time ticked by, and after an indeterminate amount of time, they finally reached a seemingly dead end. There stood a long-abandoned, dry well, its mouth covered in moss and spiderwebs, a spooky and eerie sight. But this was precisely the exit to this mysterious passage.

Xiao Yichen held onto Chu Xiyue tightly, and the two of them leaned against each other as they carefully climbed up the stone wall of the well. When they finally managed to climb out of the well, they found themselves in a dilapidated, abandoned house. It was surrounded by overgrown weeds, the walls were peeling, and the scene was desolate and desolate.

Chu Xiyue's mind kept flashing back to the scene of the abbot being brutally murdered. The horrifying scenes lingered in her mind like a nightmare, unable to be shaken off. She felt her legs go weak, her whole body felt powerless, and she collapsed to the ground involuntarily. Tears blurred her eyes, and she sobbed uncontrollably, mumbling, "Master... Master..."

Xiao Yichen keenly noticed Chu Xiyue's trembling body and pale face, knowing that this might be the first time in her life that she had witnessed such a bloody scene of slaughter so closely. Undoubtedly, she must be gripped by extreme fear. Without hesitation, he stepped forward and tightly embraced Chu Xiyue, as if offering her endless warmth and comfort with his solid chest.

Chu Xiyue sobbed for a long time in Xiao Yichen's generous embrace, tears flowing freely like a flood. However, gradually, she realized that this was not the time to indulge in grief. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her panicked heart.

At this time, Xiao Yichen was heard saying in a soft but firm voice: "Xiyue, we must find a safe and secluded place to hide as soon as possible. Those people will probably track us here soon."

Before he finished speaking, one of the leading monks stepped forward, bowed respectfully to Xiao Yichen, and said, "Your Highness, the master has just informed us of the situation in detail. We are all the personal soldiers of the late emperor. Although we have never met, from now on, we are willing to obey your orders. In my opinion, the enemy will arrive soon. Please evacuate with us as soon as possible. We have already made arrangements."

Xiao Yichen stared at the loyal monk in front of him with a sharp gaze, thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "Okay! I trust you. In that case, please lead the way." After that, he carefully helped up Chu Xiyue, who was still a little frightened, and followed the monks and hurried away.