5094

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Chapter 5094: 5.0846 Tired of Living

"Pearl, what happened?"

"The carriage wheel, I don't know why, seems to have gotten stuck on something," Pearl's voice carried a hint of urgency.

"Oh, it's fine." Qiao Mu yawned, looking indifferent. She lifted the curtain and looked out the window. "If it takes too long to fix, we won't wait for it."

She might as well just stick a flying talisman on herself and fly back.

Anyway, it wasn't far from the Eastern Palace; taking the carriage was just because she was lazy and didn't feel like moving her legs.

"The sweepers are too careless. They didn't even see such a large iron bar, leaving it lying across here."

"It's stuck in the wheel. Crown Princess, please wait a moment," Pearl said angrily, then turned to the servants behind her. "Hurry up, don't make the Crown Princess wait too long."

The little Crown Princess leaned out the window and watched for a while, her eyes slightly narrowed, her deep gaze suddenly falling on the eaves of a nearby roof.

"Everyone, get down!" Qiao Mu suddenly shouted.

Pearl and the others almost instinctively obeyed the little Crown Princess's command, all dropping to the ground.

At the same time, a volley of arrows whizzed down from above the eaves, clattering onto the carriage.

The carriage looked quite unremarkable on the outside, very ordinary, but in reality, it was reinforced and built with Heaven-grade refining materials.

Therefore, the volley of arrows, though seemingly fierce and powerful, couldn't even penetrate the outermost defensive barrier.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Several black figures suddenly leaped down from the palace wall and, without a word, rushed forward a few steps.

They quickly surrounded the little Crown Princess, drawing their knives and swords, and collectively began to assault her.

Pearl angrily blew a loud whistle, and then a cluster of fireworks burst into light in the dark night.

Footsteps swiftly approached from all directions.

The hidden guards, lurking in the darkness, rushed over upon hearing the signal and, without a word, expertly moved to intercept these people.

Soon, both sides were clashing fiercely, a heated battle.

The little Crown Princess sat kneeling, expressionless, with the carriage curtain lifted. Although her sleepiness had vanished, her spirits weren't high; a hint of weariness welled up from deep within her.

Yet, these idiots, who appeared from who knows where, actually disturbed her return home to rest, secretly waiting for her here.

"Thud!" A black feathered arrow precisely struck her carriage window, failing to penetrate the defense, but leaving a deep dent in the curtain.

The little poker face's small face turned somewhat unpleasant at the sight.

The arrow had struck precisely on a dark lotus flower. Of all places to strike, it had struck Qiaoqiao's lotus. A bunch of fools tired of living, let's see how she deals with them.

"Eighteen years, and you've aged a lot." The Emperor's very first words upon meeting were quite piercing.

The gray-haired old man glared furiously at the man before him with his lifeless, fish-white eyes, his heart filled with a myriad of emotions.

Eighteen years had passed, and the Emperor was still young and handsome, while he himself had steadily marched down the path of aging, never to return.

This filled him with both resentment and unwillingness.

He truly didn't understand where he was inferior to this younger brother.

Even when the late Emperor was still alive, he would praise him incessantly. Many times, he felt that he actually didn't do any worse than him.

However, the applause and encouragement always belonged to him, completely unrelated to himself.

"What do you want to know?" Prince Fulin sneered. "If you're trying to get information about the Mandate of Heaven from me? Heh, don't bother wasting your efforts."