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Little Seven was about to go down when he suddenly stopped. ”She's not even my wife, why should I beat her up? Naturally, His Majesty should be the one to do it,” he mumbled to himself.
Slapping his thigh, Little Seven ”cleverly” turned to leave. When he was outside the gates, he roughly ordered the guards, ”Watch this place well, even a fly shouldn't be allowed to escape!”
”Yes, sir!”
Meng Fuyao listened as Little Seven's voice drifted further and further away. Her mouth twitched slightly—there were still people in this world that were tired of living!
She arched her back and stretched lazily—given her strength combined with the recovery medicine from the Mongolian doctor, she had long recovered her original condition. Even if she wasn't in top condition due to her constant adjustment of her state, Little Seven's inferior doping medicine was not enough to knock her out. Even making her slightly dizzy was already an accomplishment.
Meng Fuyao reached out and patted her head, frowning. The stone slab above her was extremely heavy, and given her current posture, it would be rather difficult to break it open. Hence, she could only use another way to get out. She quietened down and analyzed the stone room carefully. Just then, she realized that the stone room didn't seem like a simple underground room. Rather, it seemed to be an ancient passageway. It had probably been several generations since the passageway was used. The walls were pockmarked, and the layer of dust on the ground was very thick; it didn't look like people frequently entered or left.
She scanned the stone room one more time, the knowledge and tricks gained from the darned old Taoist priest and the crown prince coming in handy. Meng Fuyao's gaze locked onto a Kirin symbol on the wall. She reached out and gave its protruding hind legs a little twist. Immediately, a low, rumbling noise could be heard, as well as a faint whirling of some mechanism. Feeling something off about the sound, Meng Fuyao instinctively flipped backward. She had just straightened herself when she heard the sound of something sharp piercing the air. A rain of needles/arrows shot out like a thunderstorm with great force, scattering around all four corners and covering the entire stone room!
The arrows flew about in all directions, as dense as a thick, black fog. No matter where she looked, there were arrows everywhere in the space that was even hard to turn around. Deadlier than a porcupine, the needles even further split into several smaller needles. Unable to escape anywhere, Meng Fuyao could only stick herself firmly to the roof of the room, frantically sucking in her stomach and chest and laying as flat as she could. In the dark, the needle-arrows whistled past her nose, to the point where she could smell the faint smell of poison on the needle tip. The needle-arrows shot past her ceaselessly like a hailstorm, and she felt chilled to the bone.
She felt as if even a single eyelash would be trapped between the needles—that hidden weapon was way too dense!
Meng Fuyao lay there like a lizard, afraid to even breathe or move. After a while, Meng Fuyao finally heard a click. The hidden weapon had finished its attack, and the four walls emitted a faint rumbling noise. Meng Fuyao jumped down and checked herself, still shaken, only to realize that there were several tears in the chest area of her robes. She was millimeters away from getting shot.
Amen… Fortunately, her chest was only 34B…
At that moment, Meng Fuyao deeply felt that, for someone in the martial world, it was better to have a smaller chest, reducing the area of contact. During times of emergency, it was truly a matter of life and death…
Dotted on the four walls were tiny needles. This was a solid stone wall with an extremely high degree of hardness, yet such thin needles were able to deeply pierce through it… the strength used must have been unimaginable!
'Dammit, that scoundrel Little Seven, did he want to kill me!'
By this time, Meng Fuyao was becoming more and more suspicious about the matter—Zhan Beiye would never try to kill her. Meng Fuyao was still confident in this bit of trust in him. However, it was just this little bit of trust; recently, Emperor Zhan's behavior hadn't been too good, and Meng Fuyao had said some harsh comments in his face. She squatted on the ground and guessed, 'There is an eight in ten chance that Zhan Beiye doesn't know about the horrifying traps underground, but no matter what, Little Seven is his subordinate. Was it a lack of discipline, or did he have an ulterior motive? Regardless, this debt will be recorded on his head!'
The wall containing the hidden weapon finally opened to reveal a passageway. Meng Fuyao stared down the dark passageway, feeling rather hesitant. Should she go or not? Opening the door was already so deadly, who knew what else was waiting for her inside? Yet, she was absolutely unwilling to wait here for someone to save her or beat her up. That would be way too humiliating, and her pride had never been this compromised before.
After thinking through, she decided that children who did not wish to retaliate after getting bullied were not good children—she would get back at Zhan Beiye!
She tore several strips of fabric from her outer robe and bit her thumb, allowing her blood to stain the strips, then laying the stained strips of cloth on the ground—'Hehe, I'll leave some blood for you to trace, yet the person is gone. I'll let you go ahead and guess, Zhan Beiye, you know that there's a kind of corpse-dissolving poison that exists in this world, yet Zong Yue is not around and can't analyze the poison on this needle-arrow. Thereafter, you'll become more and more afraid, and after I leave this secret passageway, I'll go behind you and spy on you. If this was your idea, you can await your misfortune, if it wasn't your idea, then Little Seven's misfortune will be your misfortune as well—I'll make you anxious to death! Haha!'
Meng Fuyao violently bundled the strips together, even forming a suspicious-looking human form—actually, her creating a human form was rather unreasonable, but she firmly believed that creating a human form would make the effect even more effective and deadly.
In a flash, Meng Fuyao entered the passageway, and the secret door slowly closed behind her. Meng Fuyao thought of the Kirin symbol, feeling that there was something strange about it. 'The Zhan clan used the black dragon as their symbol, so why would there be a secret passageway in the Zhan clan's manor? Moreover, which nation's symbol did the Kirin seem to look like? … I've already forgotten.'
The passageway was pitch black and rather roughly built, without any luminous stones or wall lamps. The surface of the ground was uneven and once one entered, the smell of earth and rotting unique to underground passageways entered her nostrils, but it wasn't overbearing, implying that there were an exit and some form of air vent present.