46. Chapter 46: Should We Go Rescue Them?

"Ah! Hidden away inside the palace?"

Mo Liuli feigned ignorance, matching the young maid's expression with a look of utter astonishment.

Seeing Mo Liuli's naive and inexperienced demeanor, the maid raised her brows in a smug manner and went on with even more gossip.

"Let me tell you, I've actually seen that Mo Liuli in person. She looks pitifully pure on the outside, but deep down she's utterly promiscuous. She threw away a perfectly good Crown Prince and ran wild outside, flirting with some random stray man. In the end, she got herself pregnant, left behind a giant mess, and eloped with that wild man!"

"You tell me, doesn't keeping someone like that in our palace completely disgrace us?"

The maid grew more and more indignant, her spirits soaring as she spoke, raising her voice quite a bit without noticing Mo Liuli's darkening complexion.

"Drag her down and throw her into the brothel!"

Provoked to the verge of a rage by such absurd nonsense, Mo Liuli heard Huan Lan's furious rebuke echo from ahead. Two mid-level martial artists stepped forward and pinned the maid down.

The previously high-spirited voice instantly turned into pitiful pleas for help. The maid wept profusely, crying out for mercy from Huan Lan Haoyang.

Mo Liuli kept her head down, not daring to move, and only raised it again when the procession resumed its march.

Huan Lan was still just as ruthless. A brothel—just hearing the name was enough to know it was no decent place; no wonder the maid had screamed her lungs out.

Mo Liuli thought to herself that dragging the little wretch away now was for the best, sparing her the trouble of losing her temper and killing the wretch right then and there.

If she ever heard anyone speak ill of her behind her back again, the very first thing she would do was cut out that person's tongue!

While she was lost in thought, the procession had already come to a halt. Huan Lan stood off to the front left, looking down from above with the majestic air of a sovereign ruling the world.

"Listen well, you juniors of Wu: this Empress gives you until the end of today to completely withdraw from the Huan Lan Continent. Cross the boundaries again, and this Empress shall show no mercy!"

Hearing Huan Lan speak thus, Mo Liuli stood stunned among the group of maids. Back when Moli had divided the realm into four and entrusted it to them, instructions were not given in this manner.

Huan Lan's tone clearly indicated a mortal enmity, completely defying the original directive for them to live in harmony and love one another.

"Hmph! What kind of monster are you, daring to utter such wild words here? Where is that fat old man? Call out that fat old man from yesterday to give Wucheng an explanation, and I'll leave on my own! Who even cares about this foul, gloomy dump, anyway?"

"You... courting death instead of drinking fine wine! Corpse Unit, step forward! Aside from the one in the red cloak on the white horse, kill everyone else without exception!"

Hearing Yao call her a monster, Huan Lan turned green with rage on the spot. She immediately deployed the corpse unit, intending to capture Yao alive and torment him a thousand times over.

Mo Liuli glanced forward and, upon seeing Yao seated atop the horse, pressed her lips together. She wondered what the skills of the people from Wu City were truly like; if they really got thrashed by Huan Lan's subordinates, should she reveal herself to save him or not?

While Mo Liuli was still agonizing over whether to intervene, a figure reeking of blood suddenly leaped down from the hundred-zhang-high city wall, blowing a strange tune on a suona.

In an instant, a blood-soaked army teeming with deep resentment and grievances appeared beneath the palace city. The most uniform feature of this troop was their mutilated faces, bloody and ferocious! Moreover, they exuded an overwhelming stench of rotting corpses.

Blech!

Upon seeing this formation and smelling the stench, the maids on the city walls could not help but retch dryly. Even several warriors failed to hold it back, leaning against the walls and vomiting violently.

Mo Liuli frowned. Seeing that Huan Lan, positioned to her front left, was not looking in her direction, she quietly edged backward. This corpse stench definitely had something fishy about it.