Ch145 - They were both in similar positions, and both had tragic ends (1/2)
11.1 – They were both in similar positions, and both had tragic ends
translator: xiin
editors: alamerysl & BlueBug
Xue Ling’s footsteps paused. The person who had been dragging him along anxiously turned his head back and shouted, “Your Majesty! The rebels have already killed their way in! The Empress Dowager has long taken his people and fled! If Your Majesty doesn’t flee now, it’ll be too late!”
Xue Ling: “???”
Story translated by Chrysanthemum Garden.
The system calmly opened its mouth to speak. “Calm down, host. First knock this little brat unconscious, and then we can slowly look into the situation.”
Xue Ling made an ‘oh’ sound, then pressed his lips together and stared the person in front of him with wide eyes. It made the person who looked like a little eunuch in front of him flush, as he turned flustered and explained again in a panic, “Your Majesty! Your slave is not speaking nonsense, please listen! The sound of fighting from outside has already spread to the back palace!”
Xue Ling slowly approached him, and then, under his puzzled gaze, he raised his hand and chopped directly onto the back of the little eunuch’s neck.
The little eunuch’s face was still full of incredulity as he fell unconscious.
Xue Ling didn’t know why he was looking at himself like that, but he could basically tell that the current situation was very tense. Not only that, he had just stunned the person who could save him from the sea of misery. But he was not the unfortunate original owner of this body, and he always had ways to deal with the situation.
Therefore, he glance around leisurely and took in his current surroundings. He was surprised to find that he was in a place that looked like the imperial study.
Not far from him, there was a desk that the Emperor should have used to handle things. There were all kinds of things piled up in disarray, and because there was a mess outside, no one here had concerned themselves with tidying it at all.
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Following the system’s instructions, Xue Ling opened a secret compartment and took out the missing imperial jade seal and tiger insignia that had been placed within. He stored them on his body, and then selected some calligraphy, paintings, and jade pottery that he then had the system take back into the system space. The most important thing were the few boxes of ointment that the system pointed out. They were placed in the cabinet not far from the desk, and after Xue Ling swept them all up, he opened the door to look outside.
The palace seemed to be on fire, and there were all kinds of loud shouts and noises. Many people seemed to have gathered there, and the rebel ministers and traitors had not yet entered the palace. Even so, the nominal Emperor, Xue Ling, had been completely abandoned. When he opened the door to the study, the soldiers who were supposed to have been stationed by the door were no longer there.
Xue Ling tsked. This meant there was nobody here who could help him steal. He was also unable to change out of his current dragon robes, and could only close the door and turn back.
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The system displayed maps of the entire palace for him. He could see where people were gathered, where they were scarce, and he could even see where the fighting had progressed to; it was all laid out in front of him. He carelessly took a look – probably because the Emperors of previous dynasties were afraid of death, there was a secret passage from inside the imperial study that would lead to the outside of the palace. It was very well hidden, and had obviously been abandoned for many years. Other than Xue Ling, who knew nothing about the situation yet inexplicably had a grasp over everything, there was probably nobody else who could find and enter it.
Xue Ling placed his hands under the little eunuch’s armpits and pulled him into the secret passage like a sack.
The secret passage had not been opened for many years. There was a lot of dust and nothing could be seen clearly, but the air was still good. It had not gone stale because of how long it had been sealed, and the two of them could still breathe.
After throwing the little eunuch inside, Xue Ling re-opened the door to the imperial study. This place had already been turned upside down by him earlier. He kicked over a few chairs, making it look as though he had been swept away, and then turned around and entered the secret passage himself, closing the entrance behind him.
Shortly after he left, a group of soldiers rushed into the imperial study, and they turned the whole room upside down all over again. After finding nobody useful, they rushed back outside like the tide.
Their Master had sufficient incentive to command the army to move; whether or not they managed to catch the Emperor didn’t matter. The key thing they needed to do was to find the thing their Master wanted.
Xue Ling entered the secret passage and found a row of cabinets next to the entrance. With the system’s help, he successfully found the candles and matches inside the cabinets. After lighting the candles, the passage was no longer covered in darkness so thick that one couldn’t even see their own hand when it was placed in front of their face.
He gave the little eunuch a kick, and after confirming that he was still unconscious, Xue Ling let out a sigh in relief and had the system tell him what was going on.
After going through so many worlds, Xue Ling was already accustomed to emergencies occurring whenever he transmigrated. But it was obvious that this world was not a world filled with magic or abilities, and the body he now occupied was so weak that it was terrifying. His exertions from just now seemed to have used up all of his physical strength, and all he could do now was collapse on the ground of the secret passage and gasp for breath. He didn’t even have the energy left to pull out the system’s fur.
Perhaps it was because this passage was too dirty; the system was unwilling to allow its white fur to be stained with dust, so it had constantly chosen to communicate with its host via soul communication. Very quickly, it had sent this world’s story to Xue Ling.
First, Xue Ling checked up on his current body’s identity, and then burst into laughter.
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He now understood why the system hadn’t dared to appear in front of him – it was definitely afraid that he would kill it.
This was a world with settings similar to that of an ABO world. He didn’t know who had come up with it, but Xue Ling sometimes found himself admiring the brain pits of people who created these kinds of stories.