Arrogant and domineering because of his good looks: His Majesty always pretends to be righteous

"what……"

"I'll fight you."

She let out a heart-wrenching scream and rushed out of the bushes without hesitation.

"Don't come any closer! If you do, I'll die right here in front of you. You won't get anything, and you won't even know anything..."

She watched in horror as the two men pressed daggers firmly against their necks, their expressions showing an extraordinary willingness to die.

After exchanging a glance, the two men revealed sinister smiles, looking at the trembling hand with complete disbelief, knowing that this woman could not possibly have committed suicide.

And that slightly protruding belly—even if she really wanted to die, she would live for the child inside her.

"If you're so capable, then kill yourself right now and show us. Anyway, this is the middle of nowhere. If you really die, I'd be more than happy. This place is full of wolves and tigers; there won't be anyone to collect your body..."

She clenched her teeth tightly, her heart filled with resentment.

She rushed out of the bushes without hesitation and began to strike violently with the stick in her hand, terrifying the two robbers present.

Startled, she seized the opportunity and immediately ran in the opposite direction.

At this point, I no longer cared about my image; all I wanted was to escape this hellhole as quickly as possible.

The two pursued relentlessly from behind, and everything seemed to freeze in an instant.

"Help! Someone please help me!"

"Help! Someone, please help me! Is anyone there?"

She screamed desperately, hoping for a miracle. Her heart pounded, and she looked around frantically, hoping to spot someone.

Finally, I heard the sound of horses' hooves pounding in my ears.

Looking towards the sound, a finely decorated carriage came promptly from a distance.

She rushed forward without hesitation, using her small body to shield him.

Suddenly, the fiery red-brown horse in front of them leaped into the air, causing the exquisite sedan chair to sway wildly, and the coachman almost fell off the horse.

"Where did you come from, you stinking woman? Are you crazy?"

"Are you trying to get yourself killed? I almost hit you, you know that?"

He was scolding her when he suddenly noticed something strange about the woman in front of him. His unusual gaze roamed over her body, and he realized that she was a magnanimous pregnant woman. Perhaps due to excessive exercise, a lot of blood was seeping out of her abdomen.

"Help me! Someone's chasing me! They're going to kill me! They're all bad people, you have to save me, or I'm doomed..."

She cried uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face; at this moment, this was her only lifeline.

Before he could finish speaking, two people came rushing over from behind.

The two men stared menacingly at everything before them, showing no fear whatsoever.

"Who's playing tricks here? Get out of the way... Mind your own business and don't interfere, or our swords won't hold back..."

A cold wind blew and the curtain of the carriage fluttered. A man who was over sixty years old peeked out from inside. He had a solemn and dignified look on his face. Although he was very old, his eyes were surprisingly bright and piercing.

Just sitting there, he exudes an aura of authority without needing to be angry.

"How dare you speak to an old man like that here!"

"When I was a seasoned veteran of many battles, I didn't even know what you brats did for a living."

He spoke slowly, biting his dry lips. The two men exchanged a glance and rushed over without hesitation.

The old man glanced lightly at the coachman on the carriage.

In an instant, several people clashed, and the sounds of swords and spears clashing could be heard throughout the entire mountain forest.

"You ungrateful wretch, I'll teach you a lesson today..."

Although it was two against one, the coachman was not at all helpless. Instead, he came down with an overwhelming momentum, suppressing the two robbers completely.

"You brat, why are you meddling in other people's business?"

Do you think you can save this woman?

"Pfft..."

Suddenly, he poured out white powder. Before he knew it, the white powder rushed into his eyes, causing a sharp pain that spread throughout his body.

The advantage he had just gained vanished in an instant, and he stumbled backward, his hands and feet blindly trying to block the way.

"You brat, I told you to just talk, and now I think you're blind. Let's see what you're going to do next!"

He scrambled and crawled towards the stream to wash his eyes, but was kicked away the next second.

The sinister smiles of the two robbers echoed throughout the mountains before they turned their sharp gazes to the old man.

“Old man, I’m here to take this woman away today. I don’t want to hurt any of you. I hope you understand that.”

"It would be best if you just pretended you didn't see what happened today, and let's not make things difficult for each other..."

The two men stared at each other intently, looking determined to win.

The old man leaped out of the sedan chair, a large curved sword in his hand that gleamed coldly in the bright moonlight.

"I didn't want to get involved in this matter, but seeing how depraved you are, you must be doing something shady."

"Since I have happened to encounter such a thing, how can I ignore it?"

"How about we have a little contest, you two brats...?"

The sharp, curved sword in his hand emitted a chilling light that sent shivers down one's spine.

The two looked at each other for a moment, then pounced on each other without saying a word.

She huddled in the corner, trembling with fear, too weak to even stand up. Coupled with the sharp pains emanating from her stomach, her face had long since turned ashen.

She collapsed weakly onto the grass, panting heavily, her heart pounding wildly.

She could clearly feel that the baby in her belly was about to be born.

"Child, you shouldn't have spoken up so hastily. You're practically asking your mother to die!"

"Even if you really want to be born, you'd better be patient..."

She was in a panic but there was nothing she could do. A large amount of blood flowed from her body, staining the surrounding weeds red.

Her small, delicate hands gripped the grass tightly, as if she wanted to uproot it completely. Her pretty face was contorted with intense pain.

"Girl, hurry up and go, I'll stay here..."

She looked at the scene before her and tried to stand up several times, but she couldn't.