“Shut up! I said it's you, so it's you! Why the hell are you asking so many questions!”
The pressure on Zhou Shengsheng's neck tightened, causing her to quickly raise her hands in surrender. “Yes, yes, yes, yes! It's me! The legendary beauty from the Zhu Kingdom, said to be so stunning that she could only exist in the heavens! That's me!”
The black-clad man: ..... Suddenly not so sure anymore.
“Ming Siran! Stop right now! Your little lover is in my hands! Be smart and let us go!”
His loud shout caused everyone in the midst of fighting to pause.
After beheading a sneak attacker from behind, Ming Siran's bloodshot eyes slowly turned towards them.
Upon recognizing Zhou Shengsheng's face, he gave a contemptuous smile.
“Oh, go ahead.” The metallic taste of blood made his voice hoarse, but it didn't hinder the clarity of those few words.
Although she had expected it, Zhou Shengsheng still felt a bit annoyed by Ming Siran's refusal so bluntly.
“Your Majesty! Don't you remember what you promised our queen!” Zhou Shengsheng shouted desperately, ignoring the threat of the blade at her neck.
“In such a critical moment, I still maintained my character and used honorifics for this jerk?!! Well done, Zhou Shengsheng, the queen of not breaking character!”
Ming Siran: .... Does she really want me to praise her?
The man holding Zhou Shengsheng hostage was dumbfounded. This wasn't how it was supposed to go!
Shouldn't Ming Siran be furious but forced to submit because his beloved was in his grasp? Author, come out and talk to us?!
Why is he looking at me like he wants me to slit her throat right now??
Has the tyrant become this cold-blooded?
With sympathy, he glanced at Zhou Shengsheng, who was full of unwillingness and despair. He had no choice but to shout again, “Don't take me for a fool! I really will kill her!” With that, he tightened his grip, and blood trickled down Zhou Shengsheng's pale neck.
Ming Siran, however, seemed unfazed by her painful expression, smiling 'gently' at the man. “Why shout so loudly? I'm not deaf. Why don't you come closer?”
Ming Siran's hair was unbound, his black locks scattered, and his face and hands smeared with glaring red. His bloodshot eyes made him look like a demon risen from hell.
Only a fool would dare to approach him! It was precisely because this man was so brutally violent that he had been forced to take a hostage!
During the standoff, the man's companion suddenly gave him a signal, and while Ming Siran wasn't paying attention, he attacked from behind.
Ming Siran sneered, turned, and swung his sword, only to find that the man didn't even dodge, allowing himself to be cut in half. Blood splattered as the man, his face twisted in pain, let out a crazed laugh.
“Tyrant! Die!”
Then, Ming Siran's vision blurred, and his limbs suddenly lost their strength.
The man's blood was poisoned! His eyes darkened with hatred.
Seeing him fall, Zhou Shengsheng's eyes darted around, searching for the female lead.
The key plot is here! Female lead, hurry up and appear!
Sure enough, Jiang Zhiyu appeared behind the villain at some point. Seeing Zhou Shengsheng being held hostage, she mustered up the courage, grabbed a rock, and smashed it on the man's head, rescuing Zhou Shengsheng.
At the same time, Ming Siran's army broke through multiple obstructions to provide support.
Seeing this, Zhou Shengsheng told Jiang Zhiyu, “Ming Siran is poisoned!”
Without waiting for Jiang Zhiyu to react, she grabbed her and ran towards Ming Siran.
Jiang Zhiyu swallowed the words 'what does it have to do with me' that were on the tip of her tongue.
So, the last thing Ming Siran saw before passing out was Zhou Shengsheng rushing towards him.
She wouldn't be coming to deliver the final blow, would she....
With that thought, he lost consciousness completely.
“Pang! Where's that key figure with the mole?” With Ming Siran just a few meters away from the cliff's edge, Zhou Shengsheng was getting anxious not seeing the person who was supposed to push him off.
Pang paused.
【Host, maybe you noticed that the person the female lead knocked out had a big mole on his face?】
Zhou Shengsheng: ....
It's the end of me!
There was no other way. Zhou Shengsheng, using the excuse of checking on Ming Siran's condition, glanced around and suddenly made eye contact with a man pretending to be dead on the ground.
Zhou Shengsheng: !
She quickly gestured with a push, pointing at Jiang Zhiyu and Ming Siran, and then indicated the cliff just a stone's throw away.
Fortunately, the man wasn't stupid and quickly understood Zhou Shengsheng's meaning.
With a complicated look at her and Jiang Zhiyu, he stood up under Zhou Shengsheng's encouraging gaze.
So, when Li Rong arrived in a hurry, what she saw was the scene of the three of them being pushed off the cliff.
Hearing the desperate cries of “No!!!” from above, Zhou Shengsheng wore a look of utter despair.
Why? Why was she pushed too??
Why push her?!?
On the cliff, the man who was tied up sneered.
He hated jealous women the most. From the situation earlier, it was obvious that the woman with the red mole was jealous of the exceptionally beautiful girl beside her and had malicious intentions. As for Ming Siran, it was probably out of love turned to hate—if she couldn't have him, she'd destroy him.
Such women were the most despicable!
---Dividing Line Hehe----
Sitting by the creek, Zhou Shengsheng still had no idea she was a victim of a master of overthinking. She was sitting beside the unconscious, blood-soaked Ming Siran, frowning.
It was a stroke of luck that the two of them were caught by an ancient tree and managed to survive the fall.
Expressing her gratitude with a dozen bows to the tree, Zhou Shengsheng dragged Ming Siran's heavy body to a small creek nearby.
Although all three had fallen, the female lead was nowhere to be seen, which left Zhou Shengsheng quite distressed.
How was the plot supposed to continue?
As she was fretting, Ming Siran suddenly let out a painful groan.
Zhou Shengsheng had no choice but to approach, crouch down, and tear a strip of cloth from his sleeve.
Noticing the golden thread embroidered on the cuff, she hesitated for a moment before stuffing it into her bosom. Then, she tore another strip from the now shorter sleeve and tied Ming Siran's mouth tightly, even finishing it with a neat bow.
Perfect, finally quiet.
Satisfied, Zhou Shengsheng sat back down and resumed resting his chin on his hand while thinking.
She only had some scratches from the fall, but Ming Siran's condition was much worse. Dragging such a burden made movement inconvenient, so finding the female lead was crucial.
But, should she drag Ming Siran to find the female lead?
Or maybe she should just find a place to bury him first.
But.... even if he's the male lead, burying him would still kill him, right?
It seemed that Ming Siran heard Zhou Shengsheng's thoughts, as the tightly bound man furrowed his brows in his unconscious state.
