Story of Yanxi Palace: Fu Ying's banner will never fall

Chapter 229 On the way back to Beijing

Liu Baizhi had no choice but to let go of Chen Bi's hand. Her hand slowly dropped down as if it had lost strength.

She gave a loud order, "Go!" There was a hint of reluctance and helplessness in her voice.

Because Wei Yingluo had told her that everyone's life was the most important, and other things could be discussed later. She silently apologized to Chen Bi in her heart, hoping that there would be a chance to save her in the future.

Everyone quickly retreated and fled the place.

Their steps were hurried, as if they were being chased by a demon. Their eyes were filled with reluctance and regret, but they also knew that they had to save their own lives first.

Chen Bi remained motionless, tears in her eyes, holding the hairpin on her head, pointing it at her neck, and shouting loudly.

Her hand held the hairpin tightly, and the tip of the hairpin was getting closer and closer to the beautiful neck. Her hand trembled slightly because of the force.

"Qimuge, where is my son Axia!" Her voice was filled with pain and despair, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from a broken heart.

Qimuge, the young leader of the Holan tribe, hurriedly whispered to comfort her. He walked towards Chenbi lightly, as if he was afraid of disturbing her.

"Iparhan, Asha is well at home in our Holan tribe. You promised us to let him enter the palace, and we will definitely keep our promise and raise him well."

His voice was soft and gentle, like a spring breeze, trying to blow away the fear and doubt in Chen Bi's heart. But his heart was full of calculations, trying to stabilize Chen Bi and let her act according to his plan.

"Don't lie to me! My maid clearly said that Axia was dead!" Chen Bi said gritting her teeth, her teeth clenched tightly together, as if she wanted to vent all her anger through this bite.

The hairpin in her hand was getting closer and closer to that beautiful neck. Her eyes were filled with madness and despair. If Axia was really gone, she felt that her life would have no meaning.

Qimuge walked forward slowly, comforting Chenbi, "How could I lie to you? If you want your son to be safe, keep your promise and bring peace to our Holan tribe."

His words were like a gentle trap, seemingly full of concern, but actually concealing a mystery. There was a cunning look in his eyes, and he observed Chen Bi's reaction while speaking.

"We in the Holan tribe value our promises the most. Your son Axia must be at home now, sleeping soundly. And your mother is taking good care of Axia, so he must be safe."

His words seemed to have magic power, slowly seeping into Chen Bi's heart.

Chen Bi was in tears, she felt as if she was trapped in an impossible situation, but she was helpless.

She was struggling fiercely in her heart, she didn't know whether she should believe Qimuge's words. Her eyes were confused and helpless, like a lamb lost in the darkness.

But in the end, she still chose to believe it, because she really had no other choice, and she couldn't risk Axia's life.

So she put down the hairpin, and it slipped from her hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

She slumped on the ground, her eyes empty, and no one knew what she was thinking about. Her body seemed to have lost its support and fell down helplessly.

The pain in her heart overwhelmed her like a tide, and she seemed to have lost her soul. Her eyes stared blankly ahead, like a lifeless doll.

Hailancha shook his head helplessly, his heart full of self-blame.

He felt that he had failed Wei Yingluo and Fu Heng's trust and had not fulfilled their request. His eyes were filled with frustration, like a dark cloud covering the originally bright sky.

He knew that if he failed to complete the task this time, it would be even more difficult to carry out the task in the future. He could only return to the capital and make long-term plans.

On the other hand, on the way back, Fu Heng's condition became worse and worse. His breath became weaker, like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time.

His breathing became rapid and weak, like a faint breeze.

Worse still, his consciousness began to blur, he felt as if he was trapped in a fog, everything around him became blurry and unclear. His body seemed to be entangled by countless threads, becoming heavier and heavier.

Wei Yingluo supported Fu Heng, tears welling up in her eyes. Her eyes were full of worry and fear, like a lake about to burst its banks.

She was cold all over, as if covered by a layer of icy frost. She was filled with remorse, and she kept blaming herself in her heart, thinking that if she hadn't insisted on coming, Fu Heng wouldn't have become like this.

"Fu Heng, you must hold on. We will be back to the capital soon. We will have a solution once we get back to the capital."

She prayed silently in her heart, hoping that God would bless Fu Heng. Her voice was a little tearful, like she was shouting helplessly in the darkness.

Fu Heng tried hard to open his eyes, looked at Wei Yingluo, and said weakly: "I'm fine, Yingluo, don't worry."

His voice was as soft as a feather, almost drowned out by the sound of the wind around him. His eyes were gentle and firm, he didn't want to make Wei Yingluo worry, even though he had reached his limit.

His lips curled up slightly, trying to give Wei Yingluo a comforting smile, but that smile seemed so weak.

However, on the way back, the group encountered a group of bandits again.

Seeing that they were dressed elegantly and riding in a carriage, the bandits assumed that they must have valuables on them, so they surrounded them like hungry wolves.

There was greed in their eyes, as if they had seen a pile of glittering gold and silver treasures. Their hideous faces were like evil spirits crawling out of hell, their teeth were uneven, and the breath they exhaled had a foul odor.

The secret guards tried their best to protect Wei Yingluo and Fu Heng. Their hearts were full of fearlessness and their eyes were firm and brave.

They held their weapons tightly, leaned forward slightly, and prepared to face the bandits' attack. But unfortunately, there were too many of them. The bandits were like a group of densely packed ants, constantly swarming towards them.

Unfortunately, they finally found an opportunity and rushed into the carriage.