Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 107: Su Miaojin and Zhuo Yu

Dusk.

The light rain had lessened.

Xin Zhuo didn't use an umbrella and returned to Fulong Village, completely soaked.

Opening the kitchen door, there was no trace of the usual bustling atmosphere. In the corner, there was a jar of strong liquor, a whole leg of dried mutton hanging nearby.

He put the leg of mutton into a pot and boiled it for an hour, then carried the leg of mutton and the jar of liquor into the assembly hall.

He fed the sheepskin and fat to Xiaohuang, then lightly sliced a piece of mutton and chewed on it. After that, he lifted the jar of liquor and took a sip.

The liquor wasn't strong, only about thirty degrees, but after half a jar, he was already feeling dizzy. The mutton had no taste in his mouth.

His expression was somewhat numb, his gaze fixed.

It had been seven days, and he had thought of countless ways to break the deadlock, but none of them could withstand scrutiny.

Those experts were not fools. They were determined to kill him, and any conspiracy or trickery seemed pale and powerless.

Where was the hope?

He was only sixteen years old. Even if you added up both lives, he was only in his thirties. In just a few days, he had endured the suffering that adults couldn't bear.

In his previous life, his mother died, and his father disappeared in despair. In this life, he alone shouldered the future of the entire village. Before this, he had never felt any bitterness. He was full of hope for the future.

He was originally a broad-minded and internally strong and confident person.

But... who would be willing to die?

There was only one sentence left in the "Pure Profound Dharma Sutra," thirty-five words.

Thirty-five words, it was probably impossible to say them in a few days.

In his drunken haze, he saw a person appear in the courtyard, a woman.

Vaguely familiar.

Shaking his dizzy head, he looked again.

Wearing a white robe, with a coiled snake bun, graceful figure, fair skin, and beautiful features, exuding the elegance and virtuousness of a noble lady.

This was a cultured and well-mannered woman. Although she didn't have the agility and playfulness of Huiruqing back then, she had a stability that Huiruqing couldn't reach.

Su Miaojin!

There was a strange water-flowing flower hairpin on her forehead, adding a touch of peculiar beauty to her.

However, Xin Zhuo had already developed a natural aversion and immunity towards women. Even if it was a fairy descending to earth, he had no thoughts or intentions.

So, he took another sip of wine.

"You're drunk!"

Su Miaojin said softly, her gaze filled with complexity and... indescribable regret.

"Where did you see that I'm drunk?"

Xin Zhuo smiled and took another big sip of wine.

"Do you still recognize who I am?"

Su Miaojin pushed the plate with the leg of mutton closer to him, sat down on another chair, and silently looked at him.

"Su Miaojin, didn't expect to meet again!"

"Yes."

Su Miaojin's gaze became even more complex as she softly said, "I once thought about what the next meeting with you would be like. Hanging up Murong Xiu, the traitor and thief who sought fame and fortune? Throwing the female thief who held a knife to my neck into a water tank?

Or forcing you, making you tremble with fear, to take a dagger and seek death, then writing a long list of tortures for you, letting Cui Ying'er and me negotiate the price..."

At this point, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Well, you'll be disappointed!"

Xin Zhuo chuckled, picked up the jar of wine, and took another big sip. "They were taken away by someone, and I don't have many days left to live. If you want it, take it!"

Su Miaojin looked at him, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. "You're really drunk!"

"No, I can still drink two more jars!" Xin Zhuo took another big sip and looked at her calmly. "Come on, make your move!"

Su Miaojin fell silent, her hands clasped together, and a hint of anger appeared on her beautiful face.

"If you won't make a move, then just leave!"

Xin Zhuo's mouth curled with a hint of disdain, and he coldly said, "How many women can be trusted? You didn't have any martial arts skills before, and now I can't even tell the depth of your realm. Women are truly good at disguising themselves."

He picked up the wine jar and tried to drink again, but it was empty.

Su Miaojin had already snatched the wine jar and forcefully smashed it on the ground, shattering it. She angrily rebuked, "To what extent can someone who comes to find you at this time disguise themselves? I have just reached the initial stage of the martial realm, what does it have to do with you? Your life is hanging by a thread, do you still have the audacity to kick someone when they're down?

Where is the thief who was once full of spirit, daring to defy the world, single-handedly charging into the enemy's ranks, and taking the life of the Eastern Barbarian Prince among a thousand soldiers?"

"It's all an illusion, it's all gone."

Xin Zhuo roared in anger, but his eyes were incredibly bright and calm. His fingers touched the table, stained with the spilled wine, and wrote a line:

[Since you've said these words, you must already know the whole story. I know you have a significant background. Can you help me?]

"I really misjudged you. You are truly beyond redemption!"

Su Miaojin was furious, but she spoke slowly. She extended her slender jade finger, also stained with wine, and wrote another line on the table:

[How can I help? Princess Qiu Shui, it's probably difficult for you to keep your life!]

"You are beyond redemption. What does it have to do with you?"

[Just leave me with one life, and anything is possible.]

"Heh, it has nothing to do with me. I just want to see how you will die!"

[Anything is possible?]

"Even if you die, what difference does it make to have more spectators?"

[Even if your martial arts are crippled, it's fine!]

"Hehe, is that so?"

[Is that... certain?]

"If you want me to leave, I'll leave? Who do you think you are?"

[In that case, I should have some confidence! I'm afraid you won't be able to recover in the future!]

"If you don't leave, just stay there. It's really strange!"

[It doesn't matter!]

[Alright! When?]

[Tomorrow at noon, I will keep track of time, don't be late!]

[You owe me a favor!]

[Three favors. In the future, if you have any orders, I will go through fire and water without hesitation!]

[Alright!]

"You are beyond redemption! Rot in hell, Xin dog thief!"

Su Miaojin glanced deeply at him, turned around, and left. Water flowed around her, but not a drop of rain touched her. In the blink of an eye, she had disappeared from the courtyard.

Two figures emerged from the distant cedar forest, it was Master Li and Master Pu Jing. They watched Su Miaojin as she went further away.

"How did it go?"

"Xin Zhuo has the aura of misfortune and cannot be spared. However, this daughter of the Southern Li Prince, who was personally bestowed the title of Southern Li Princess by the court, and is not yet married into the Jiang family, if she gets involved, it might cause trouble."

"Since he has the aura of misfortune, the court probably can't let him live. Can the Southern Li Princess dare to defy the world?"

"She has the Jiang family!"

"That's true! I didn't expect that we would be so concerned about the life and death of a sidekick thief!"

"The Water Moon Temple and the Autumn Palace suppressed the Long Qi of Mount Fulong, but the Long Qi has already possessed the bandits. Who can bear it?"

"When this princess was abducted, we were about to take action, but Master and Master Pu Jing stopped us. Otherwise, how could this have happened?"

"That little thief naturally wouldn't dare to do anything to the princess. Master Pu Jing has been watching. In fact, if it weren't for the princess as a hostage, who would have known that he was possessed by the Long Qi?"

As they spoke, the two of them swiftly arrived at the Assembly Hall, pushed open the door with a cold glance.

They saw Xin Zhuo already drunk, hugging the shattered wine jar on the table, and the leg of lamb he was holding had made a mess of the table.

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)