391 book-wearing pocket world 31
They did whatever they had to do. They giggled as if they could not see anything in the bridal chamber.
Xia Ling clenched her fists as she looked at the Emperor who was pretending to be drunk. He ignored her words and even inched closer to her.
From a long time ago, she knew that due to the halo of the plot, all the men in this world except for the fiend king...
They could pose a danger to her in any situation and at any time.
In order to prevent such a situation from happening, Xia Ling made some preparations.
She asked Qin Yunchuan for the dagger he always wore. Even on this joyous day, she always wore the dagger.
She never expected that it would come in handy.
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Dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, Fan Xi's eyes flashed as he pounced at the girl with a hint of drunkenness.
His mouth was about to kiss her.
Over here, an ice-cold sharp blade was pressed tightly against his neck when he approached.
Because of his chaotic movements, this thing seemed to have cut his neck.
A slight tingling pain was already transmitted from his neck.
Fan Xi's tipsiness was instantly awakened. Cold sweat came out from his back, and a chill spread along his back.
"We...we can talk it out." He raised his neck and swallowed with difficulty.
Curling her lips, Xia Ling held the dagger and still pressed it against Fan Xi's neck.
Her almond-shaped eyes were calm. Even though Fan Xi had begged for mercy, she did not give in.
"Speak nicely? Your Majesty, Did you listen to me when I spoke nicely? Hmm?"
Her clear and cold voice forced Fan Xi to answer.
"I... I'm drunk," Fan Xi tried to explain, but he felt guilty.
His tone was low, as if he was afraid of angering the young lady.
The two of them were in a stalemate. On their side, the nobles, who had been turning a blind eye, finally realized that something was wrong.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! How dare you attack the Emperor! Men, arrest this traitor!"
"Come, men! There...there are assassins!"
Screams, shouts, and the sound of running feet.
The entire bridal chamber was in chaos.
The soldiers and generals responsible for guarding outside had indeed rushed over at the first moment.
However, a young girl wearing a phoenix coronet and a veil, holding a dagger in her hand, was holding the Emperor in a bright yellow dragon robe.
Xia Ling's eyes were cold. "Don't come over! Or I'll kill him!"
Her subordinates moved slightly, and Fan Xi's face immediately turned pale. His neck was stiff, but he still did not dare to move.
"Don't...don't come over... Whoever dares to come over will be sentenced to death!"
Her dagger was pressed against son of heaven's neck. No one dared to make a joke of the son of heaven's life.
Hence, the situation was still in a stalemate.
Just like that, Xia Ling continued stalling for time until Qin Yunchuan finally arrived.
Qin Yunchuan had broad shoulders and a very tall figure. He wore a wedding robe that made him look handsome.
But at that moment, Qin Yunchuan's expression was extremely gloomy.
He strode over, and no one dared to stop him.
While Fan Xi was having thoughts about Xia Ling, someone had already left the bridal chamber and went to the front yard to think of all the ways to pester Qin Yunchuan to buy time for Fan Xi to succeed.
Qin Yunchuan probably never expected that someone would lay a hand on his newlywed consort at the venue of his wedding. This person was the Emperor he had protected all those years ago!
"King... King Qin, save me!"
Fan Xi's voice carried a sobbing tone. The moment he saw Qin Yunchuan, he felt as though he had found his backbone. He perked up.