Chapter 170: Chapter 170: Variables

“How could that be? I don’t blame you. Even if you hadn’t come, I would not have blamed you.”

At first, she did indeed blame him.

At that time, her relationship with Jiang Ke was very bad.

The worse it got, the more she missed him, the more she blamed him for not coming to rescue her.

Later, Jiang Ke died.

Death erases everything.

It also erased her resentment towards him.

Afterward, when she fell into the hands of Qi Wuya, she really didn’t want him to come anymore.

“Xinyuan, you shouldn’t have come.”

She looked at him fondly, tracing her hand over his face.

This was the face she had dreamed of countless times!

Now, touching his body still felt unreal.

Their reunion had been incredibly tortuous.

And the road ahead was still dangerous!

“We can only look forward now, Ah Yan. Don’t say such things anymore.”

“Okay, I won’t.”

Sang Yan cried as she dressed his wounds.

Sounds came from above the cellar.

Lv Dakuan came down cursing, “Damn it! That despicable Qi Wuya, he actually had people surround all the piers! I had intended to take you out through a secret little pier, but now that might be impossible.”

Hearing this, Sang Yan’s hand shook, and she looked at He Ying worriedly. Qi Wuya’s moves were so swift–how were they going to deal with this?

“Don’t worry, I’ve got everything under control.”

He Ying’s expression remained cool as he held Sang Yan’s hand tightly, his deep eyes looking outside the cellar.

Sang Yan looked at him tenderly: it seemed she was not too worried. Could it be that he had another plan?

*

Puluo Country’s dock

Han Chen led the guards on patrol at the dock.

“Mr. Jiu said, those who provide information on the assassins will be richly rewarded!”

He held two flyers in his hands, instructing his men to post them all around the city.

The flyers depicted the appearances of He Ying and Sang Yan.

In Puluo Country, plumpness was considered beautiful.

Sang Yan and He Ying, being slender and lean, were easy to recognize.

Han Chen looked at the remaining flyer in his hands, thinking: with the help of the citizens, that damned Emperor of He Country and that heartless woman will definitely not be able to hide for more than three days!

Thinking thus, the flames of rage burned in his chest: a bunch of He Country fools! They even hurt Mr. Jiu–they deserve to be hacked into a thousand pieces!

“Report–”

Just as Han Chen felt irritated, a guard from the Observation Tower rushed over in a panic.

His face was full of fear, and he almost fell flat on his face.

Seeing him in such a flustered state, Han Chen was furious, “What is it? Why the panic?”

“Sir, I-I think I saw ships from He Country on the sea, heading towards our Puluo Country!”

The guard was so frighted that he could barely speak clearly.

Han Chen’s eyes narrowed, he looked around to ensure no one noticed them before he rebuked, “Shut up! You saw wrong! Let me go and check!”

These Puluo Country guards had just gone through a fierce battle with pirates.

They had barely had time to rest.

If the army of He Country really came, they might not even have to fight as Puluo Country would be in chaos first!

Han Chen, poker-faced, dragged the guard up the Observation Tower.

Where the sky met the sea.

A few dark spots were faintly visible, and it seemed one could even see a fluttering flag.

Han Chen grabbed a telescope, and after confirming the flag’s design, he felt a sense of crisis.

But he grabbed the guard and shouted furiously, “Idiot! Those are just ordinary fishing boats. What’s there to panic about! If you spread rumors again, I’ll chop off your head!”

“Yes, yes, yes! I saw it wrong, it’s just a normal fishing boat!”

The guard trembled as he knelt on the ground, deluding himself.

Han Chen hurried into the palace.

Qi Wuya leaned on the headboard, just finishing a pitch-black medicine.

His white hair was disheveled, and his face was pale, but the chilly aura around him was still chilling.

“Did you find the person?”

When Qi Wuya saw Han Chen enter, he asked directly.

“Mr. Jiu…”

Han Chen faltered, unsure: The Da He Army had arrived — how should he communicate this? Would it exacerbate Mr. Jiu’s injuries?

“Hmm?”

Qi Wuya frowned, clearly displeased.

Han Chen could no longer concern himself with that and knelt on one knee, reporting, “Mr. Jiu, I saw Da He’s vanguard ships from the Observation Tower. I fear many people from He Country have come, and it might be dangerous for you to stay here. Perhaps–”

“Waste!”

Han Chen was abruptly interrupted before he could finish speaking.

Qi Wuya reacted as if someone had touched a sore spot.

“I cannot leave without finding them both.”

He must find He Ying and Sang Yan–a spectacle of He Ying being utterly crushed before her eyes!

Success was now within reach.

Leave?

Impossible!

Qi Wuya spat out a mouthful of blood, agitated.

Han Chen quickly supported him, anxiously analyzing the situation, “Currently, the Puluo guards and pirates have clashed, with many casualties. Now that the Da He Army is attacking, Mr. Jiu, we–”

“Puluo’s people are no good; then find Beiqi!”

He took out a waist tablet representing the Prince, handing it to Han Chen, “Da He doesn’t know about He Ying’s situation and dares not act rashly. Take this waist tablet to Beiqi and say…”

Qi Wuya’s eyes turned fierce, revealing a cruel smile, “Emperor Da He is trapped in Puluo Country, and He Country’s great army is pressing the front line, requesting Beiqi’s support.”

“Mr. Jiu!”

Han Chen felt the weight of the tablet in his hand.

He clutched the tablet, uneasily saying, “Mr. Jiu, this is your token. If I leave Puluo Country and He Country’s army suddenly attacks, your, your safety?”

Qi Wuya indifferently responded to his loyalty and concern, “That’s not for you to worry about. Han Chen, do as I’ve instructed. Everything else is not your concern. You’ve already disappointed me once.”

He referred to the time he asked him to watch over Sang Yan, yet she had appeared in the Imperial Garden.

Remembering this, Han Chen felt ashamed, “This subordinate understands. I will not disappoint you again.”

“Then hurry!”

“Yes!”

Han Chen gritted his teeth and quickly left.

Qi Wuya watched him leave, suddenly feeling all the strength drain from his body, clutching his wound and collapsing onto the bed.

His abdominal wound was severe, and it had started bleeding again, soaking his robe.

People came and went, calling a doctor to redress his wounds.

Qi Wuya let the doctor work, not looking at his wound, only watching Han Mo.

Han Mo was repairing a guqin.

His guqin had been chopped into two halves by Sang Yan, needing the soundboard to be glued and the strings changed.

He worked meticulously.

Watching his busy actions, Qi Wuya gasped for a while before asking hoarsely, “Did you foresee all this?”

Han Mo paused in his work and slowly lifted his head, “Mr. Jiu, that woman is trouble. You’ve suffered a great loss because of her.”

Qi Wuya, hearing him say this, flew into a rage, speaking harshly, “I know. You don’t need to remind me.”

Han Mo was scolded but didn’t get angry, instead smiling good-naturedly, “Then let me remind you of something you don’t know. Mr. Jiu, Sang Yan is a variable.”

He had calculated that Qi Wuya was destined to unify the world as Emperor.

This was why they had chosen to support him.

But now, Sang Yan had appeared, and his fate was no longer clear.

“Mr. Jiu, you must choose between her and the world.”