Finest Servant

Chapter 331 The Rescue

Lin Wanrong's stay in the imperial prison was unexpectedly comfortable, replete with delicious food and devoted attendants. Such luxury seemed an unusual paradox in a prison setting. As time drew late, he prepared to lay down his head to sleep, but a sudden realization shot through his mind, covering him in a cold sweat.

Tomorrow at dawn marked the public selection of a suitor by Princess Nishang. If Qingxuan was indeed the princess, then his situation was dire indeed. The Turkish envoy and the young prince of Goryeo were both avid suitors, fiercely vying to marry Princess Nishang. Yet here he was, confined to the imperial prison and unable to intervene. If anything were to happen to Qingxuan, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

The more he thought about it, the more alarmed he became. His mind was akin to being clawed by countless cats, unbearable in its torment. He paced restlessly within the confines of his cell, yet he could not come up with any solution.

Would he really have to compromise with the old Emperor and reveal Sister An's whereabouts? Even if he were to give in, how would he know where An Biru was? Damn it, the situation had grown immensely complicated. He had always known that dealing with the Emperor would never be straightforward.

Like an ant on a hot pan, he paced back and forth within his cell. As time passed, every ticking second felt like a piercing stab, yet he could not think of a single solution. By this time, the moon hung high in the sky, all was silent, and the prison was desolate. Save for the faint snoring of the two guards slumped over their table, no sound was heard.

Just as Lin Wanrong was wallowing in anxiety, he heard a faint sound. Looking up, he saw a slender figure in black, a veil masking her face, stealthily approaching his cell.

The eyes that peeked out from behind the veil were bright and captivating, as if covered by a thin layer of dew. Upon spotting Lin Wanrong, her eyes sparkled with delight. She hurriedly raised a slender finger to her lips, gesturing for him to remain silent.

Lin Wanrong's heart pounded in his chest. Who was she? How did she manage to get into the prison? Was she here to rescue him?

The slender figure in black glanced around cautiously, then with a nimble leap, she reached the two sleeping guards. With a light press of her hands, the two guards collapsed, not even managing to let out a grunt.

"Who are you?" Lin Wanrong hurriedly whispered.

The figure shook her head and removed the keys from the unconscious guard. She leaped over to his cell door, and with a quick turn of the key, the lock fell open. Just as Lin Wanrong was about to speak, she pulled down her veil, revealing a beautiful and radiant face.

"Sister An?!!" Lin Wanrong gasped, surprised by the appearance of the one he had just been thinking about. "You, how did you get into the prison?!!"

An Biru's eyes glistened as she looked at him with indescribable tranquility. A gentle smile spread across her face as she replied, "If you can be here, why can't I?"

"It's not the same!" Lin Wanrong protested. "My presence here is not dangerous, but for you, it's incredibly risky! The Emperor is after you!"

An Biru gave a bitter smile, "No danger? Who told you there's no danger? The Emperor issued a proclamation overnight stating that you have colluded with the White Lotus Holy Mother. You are to be beheaded in public at the market square tomorrow afternoon. Didn't you know?"

Lin Wanrong furrowed his brow in confusion. This couldn't be right. If the Emperor wanted to execute him, why wait until tomorrow? He could have done it today. He asked her solemnly, "Master Sister, where did you get this information?"

"Posters covered the entire street, everyone in the capital knew about it. Although it didn't specify who it was, I knew it was you as soon as I saw it. There's no time for further discussion, this place is dangerous, you must come with me!" An Biru said, seizing his hand and dashing outward.

Lin Wanrong sighed, "Master Sister, you're really naive. This is obviously a trap set by the Emperor, the purpose of which is to lure you in. How could you not see that? The entrance must already be a tightly knit net of soldiers, how can you possibly escape?"

An Biru chuckled, her eyes misty and full of affection, "Silly little brother, you are the naive one. If the Emperor wants you to confess and you name me, what then? They can't catch me! I'm just a lowly Miao girl, not worth your sacrifice."

"Miao girl, what's wrong with being a Miao girl?" Lin Wanrong laughed, "The most sentimental women are the Miao, and that's what I like."

On hearing this, An Biru laughed lightly, her voice sparkling like a silver bell, "For me, you're willing to risk your life. Though I, An Biru, am a humble woman, I understand the virtues of benevolence and righteousness. We Miao girls are known for repaying kindness. My dear brother, do you like your sister?"

Indeed, Miao girls are refreshingly honest. Despite the imminent danger, Lin Wanrong, a man of inherently lascivious nature, was captivated by the sight of An Biru's fair skin, red lips, and peach blossom flushed face, her eyes soft and tender, and her ample bosom heaving rhythmically. She was unspeakably enticing. "Master Sister, how can you ask such an embarrassing question? I'll blush." Lin Wanrong giggled.

An Biru's lips parted slightly, she murmured, "In the past, I would resist every time you tried to take advantage. Today, I'll submit to you."

A blush spread across her face, her eyes were cloudy like nebulae, showing boundless shyness. Her small mouth slightly agape, she pushed out her chest and slowly moved closer to him, whispering, "Do you want to feel if your sister's are bigger than your Eldest Miss's? Dear brother, no man has ever touched me!"

Lin Wanrong was so stimulated that his blood boiled. To call her a fox spirit would be an understatement. Despite the imminent danger, she was still seducing him.

‘To let an opportunity pass is a disgrace. No matter where we are, I, Master Lin, will seize the chance.’ He solemnly declared, "Sister An, my intuition tells me if I take advantage of you, I'm a beast. If I don't, I'm worse than a beast. So, I might as well be the beast."

Just as he was about to behave like a beast, An Biru's eyes clouded over, her face alternating between shyness and tenderness. As his hands moved towards her chest, she swiftly pressed her bosom into his hands. Before Lin San could even savor the feeling, Sister An quickly retracted her bountiful chest, her face aflame. She fell against his shoulder, wiped her teary eyes, and when she raised her head, her face was filled with resolve, "Dear brother, even at the cost of my life, I'll protect you. We will return to the Miao village and live our fairy-tale life. Let's go-"

She took Lin Wanrong and strode out. Just a few steps forward, the sharp whistling of numerous feathered arrows, like a storm of locusts, began to fly toward them.

"Fall back!" An Biru urgently shouted, her long sword quickly swishing through the air, its silver light flashing. In an instant, she had constructed a wall of blades. A flurry of light sounds followed, and a shower of arrows landed on the ground.

"Rise!" Sister An softly cried out, her foot lightly tapped the ground, and the long sword in her hand quivered. She bolted outwards like a swift swallow spreading its wings.

From outside the gate, a furious yell came, "Remnants of the White Lotus, deceiving the public and causing chaos in my realm. You are deserving of death! Command my forces to kill them instantly, no mistakes must be made!"

Lin Wanrong heard it clearly. The voice was clear, with a slight hoarseness, unmistakably from the Emperor. This old Emperor had stayed awake all night, meticulously planning to use Lin Wanrong as bait to lure An Biru, trapping her in this Heavenly Prison. His goal was to completely eliminate the last spark of the White Lotus, reflecting his intense hatred for the sect.

Numerous guards stood watch at the entrance of the Heavenly Prison, each holding a strong crossbow and sharp arrows, all improved by Xu Zhiqing's ingenious redesign. Seeing An Biru's rapid advance, hundreds of guards fired their repeating crossbows simultaneously, with dense arrows pouring down like a sudden spring rain, far denser than before.

Even with An Biru's advanced martial arts, facing this terrifying rain of arrows, she couldn't exert her full strength. An arrow grazed past her ear, startling a bead of cold sweat on her. She quickly pivoted and retreated back to Lin Wanrong's side.

Lin Wanrong took her hand and gave a wry smile, "Sister An, the Emperor himself is presiding over the situation outside. I'm afraid we might not escape this time. Does your White Lotus really have such a deep grudge with him? He's been fixated on annihilating you, hasn't he?"

Holding his hand, An Biru blushed slightly and softly shook her head, "What he hates is not the White Lotus Sect, but someone else. It's just that, in the past, our White Lotus Sect had cooperated with that person to assassinate him. Since he can't take action against that person easily, all his hatred naturally transfers to us, the White Lotus."

"Are you talking about Prince Cheng?" Lin Wanrong asked in shock.

An Biru nodded gently, whispering, "The two brothers have been at odds for over twenty years, just like the disputes between my senior sister and me. The entanglements and twists in between can't be explained in a few words."

"But the Emperor has been reigning for over twenty years, can't he do anything to Prince Cheng? He can't be that weak!" Lin Wanrong expressed his doubt.

An Biru looked at him with a faint smile, saying softly, "Are you saying that you've been living outside Great Hua for the last twenty years, not knowing these things?"

Embarrassed, Lin Wanrong chuckled, "I've never been too concerned about court affairs, I apologize for the lack of knowledge, Sister An."

"Here we are trapped, likely to be pierced by countless arrows in a moment, and I don't know how you can still laugh," An Biru helplessly said. "During the old days, during the two princes' fight for succession, everyone favored the third, now known as Prince Cheng. He was kind to others, had three thousand followers, and held the Ministry of Personnel. His power was like the sun at midday. The current Emperor, then the second prince, was mediocre, but he was patient, keeping his ambitions hidden. When the old Emperor was gravely ill, Prince Cheng was busy making preparations for his ascension. Only the second prince stayed by the old Emperor's side, faithfully serving him, embodying loyalty and kindness."

Lin Wanrong nodded, the reigning Emperor indeed was a man of great strategy and patience. Knowing well that his strength did not match Prince Cheng, he nonetheless identified his target and clung to it relentlessly, eventually reaching greatness. From this perspective, his ascension to the throne was not mistaken.

Just as An Biru was about to continue, suddenly, a clamor of shouting came from outside, followed by the clashing sounds of weapons, the frenzy of battle. A guard shouted loudly, "Assassins! Quickly, protect the Emperor!"

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