The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Chapter 393 Abnormality in Dali Temple

"Oh, sir, please go slower, ha, ha (panting)..." Zhao Hu was so tired that he almost rolled his eyes and gasped for breath.

"This whole journey...we've been traveling day and night. Not only are the horses exhausted, I'm almost dead from exhaustion too, ha..."

He was gasping for breath, with circles of white cold air coming out of his mouth. He was in great pain...

Zhang Long standing beside him was not in much better condition, he looked exhausted and haggard.

The biting cold wind blew on people's faces like ice knives, and their cheeks, nose tips, ears... were all frozen red.

Every breath of air I took in was freezing cold, and the chill went straight through my heart and lungs...

Zhang Long looked at Xie Zhiyan, whose back was straight and his expression was cold and imposing, with a solemn expression.

He pushed his horse hard and rushed to Xie Zhiyan's side, looking worried, "Sir, why don't you stop and rest? You are still injured."

In response, he heard the sharp sound of wind whistling past his ears.

In the chilly wind, Xie Zhiyan's face was obviously pale and haggard. His eyes were always looking towards the distant capital city. No emotion could be seen in his deep and dark pupils.

Zhang Long's heart tightened, and his hoarse voice trembled a little: "Sir..."

Xie Zhiyan's fingers, which were tightly gripping the reins, had already turned purple from the cold. His expression was as cold as frost, and he remained unmoved.

Zhang Long saw this and understood that there was no point in persuading him...

He has been with Xie Zhiyan since he was a child, and his personality is the opposite of Zhao Hu's heartless and careless nature.

He is thoughtful and sees things clearly.

His father, who was a man of pure temperament and indifferent to women, fell in love with a woman at the age when he was most full of vigor and vitality, but his love was forbearing and restrained.

In order to protect his beloved, the young man hides his passionate love and is willing to guard her silently.

For example, at this moment, regardless of the scars all over his body, he travels day and night, just because he is worried about the...sweetheart in the harem.

Zhang Long looked at Xie Zhiyan who had ridden away on his horse, and his eyes unconsciously became sore.

He murmured, "I've done so much, how will the girl know if I don't tell her?"

......

Several people rode at full speed and finally arrived in the capital before dark.

As soon as he arrived in Beijing, the first thing Xie Zhiyan did was to ride his horse to the Dali Temple prison.

In front of the Dali Temple, the vermilion gate was tightly closed, exuding a cold and murderous atmosphere.

Xie Zhiyan dismounted and swept his cold gaze over the unfamiliar faces in front of the Dali Temple. His dark eyes narrowed dangerously, and his expression darkened gradually.

He gripped the reins tightly in his hands, his knuckles turning slightly white, and then turned around to leave.

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, who were following closely behind him, looked at each other with confusion in their eyes when they saw him like this.

Zhao Hu couldn't help but take a step forward and asked, confused, "Sir, we're already at the door, why don't you go in?"

Xie Zhiyan's eyes were cold, and there was a hint of chill between his brows. He was gloomy and didn't say a word.

Zhang Long glanced at the direction of the Dali Temple behind him, frowned, and realized that something was wrong.

The previous people seemed to have been replaced by a group of new faces.

What does this mean?

Seeing that both of them were silent, Zhao Hu looked towards the gate and muttered in confusion, "The master has only been away for a few days, why is the Dali Temple closed so early? It's really unruly!"

After saying that, he was about to walk over to say hello and ask them to open the door, but suddenly found that there was no one he knew.

"Hey! What's going on?"

Zhao Hu frowned, tightening his grip on the hilt of the knife at his waist. His tone was filled with indignation. "This is outrageous! We've only been away for a few days, and the guards at the Dali Temple have all been replaced. What does he mean by that?!"

After saying that, he was about to rush forward angrily and ask to talk, but was stopped by Zhang Long.

The latter blocked his mouth and warned him not to act rashly: "This matter is not simple, go back first and talk about it later."

They all thought that Ji Wuyuan was targeting their master.

Only Xie Zhiyan could tell at a glance that something had happened to Jiang Huaizhou, and Ji Wuyuan ordered people to block the news.

The thing he was most worried about finally happened...

Xie Zhiyan said nothing, jumped on his horse, turned around and left, but at the corner of the back alley of Dali Temple, he met Lu Jinan who had heard the news and rushed over. Behind him was an inconspicuous carriage.

Xie Zhiyan pulled the reins, stopped, and looked at him sternly.

Lu Jinan dismounted and walked to Xie Zhiyan. He bowed and said respectfully, "Your Excellency!"

Xie Zhiyan nodded slightly and was about to say something when he saw the curtain of the carriage behind Lu Jinan being lifted from the inside, and Yun Shang, dressed as a woman, leaned out.

Lu Jinan heard the noise and walked over to lend a hand.

Yun Shang looked at the hand he extended, hesitated for a moment, gently took his hand, and slowly got off the carriage.

She walked lightly to Xie Zhiyan, bowed gracefully, and said in a clear voice: "Thank you, sir, long time no see."

Xie Zhiyan dismounted and bowed slightly as a sign of courtesy.

"Thank you, sir. I..." Yun Shang hesitated to speak, her eyes revealing a complex emotion of confusion and worry.

Xie Zhiyan naturally took over her words: "Miss Yunshang, are you worried about your sister?"

Yun Shang nodded, her fingers tightly clenched around the embroidered handkerchief in her hand, her brows furrowed.

Ever since she got married and left the palace, she has been worried about Jiang Wantang, always feeling that something would happen.

Although Lu Jinan always comforted her by saying that the emperor and empress were about to get married and nothing was happening in the palace, she still felt uneasy.

She felt that if anything happened to her sister, Xie Zhiyan would definitely know.

Because it was like this every time before.

So, after Xie Zhiyan returned to Beijing, she immediately asked Lu Jinan to bring her to see him.

Yun Shang was silent for a moment, then she finally spoke with determination, her voice trembling slightly, "Thank you, my sister... is she in trouble?"

Xie Zhiyan's pupils sank slightly, a complex emotion flashed across her eyes, and she glanced at Lu Jinan behind her without any expression.

The latter shook his head slightly.

Xie Zhiyan retracted his gaze and said calmly, "Why do you ask?"

Yun Shang took a deep breath, calmed herself, and whispered, "Since leaving the palace, my sister and I have been exchanging letters. I also often ask my acquaintances in the palace to bring some interesting items from outside the palace to cheer her up."

"But starting a few days ago, all the passages in and out of the palace were suddenly blocked."

"It's bad enough that letters and other items can't be delivered, but even the palace maids and maids I'm familiar with who went out of the palace to buy things have suddenly lost contact..."

At this point, Yun Shang's voice trembled slightly, and tears welled up in her eyes: "Thank you, sir. Based on my understanding of my sister, if there was nothing wrong, she would never suddenly cut off contact with me."

"I'm really worried about her, worried about her..."