Overriding the Heaven

0Feeling the strength that was gradually increasing as he stepped on his own cheeks, Wu Xiaoming didn't care about the burning pain as he hoarsely said, "Your Highness, please speak."    0

    

At this moment, he no longer had the arrogance and complacency from before.    

    

"The first thing I want you to do is to give me my mother's things, especially her favorite earring."    

    

"Mhmm!" Wu Xiaoming quickly nodded.    

    

"The second matter, I previously had a personal maid called Xiao Pei. I know that after that day, she was forced into the Palace. Bring her to Persia, and I will take her away. "    

    

Wu Xiaoming agreed from the bottom of his mouth, but at the same time, an incomparably venomous thought rose in his heart: You taught me a lesson very happily, right? If I were to find an excuse to kill this girl, I will just say that she died a long time ago. I want to see what you can do to me! "    

    

Wu Xiaoming was feeling extremely good inside, thinking about how to torture that maid Xiao Pei, so as to vent all the anger he had received from her. At this moment, he suddenly heard Chu Yan's voice close in.    

    

"Eunuch Wu, if Xiao Pei comes back and I find out even if there's one less hair on your head, the third thing you need to do is to torture you to death."    

    

"Hiss — —" Wu Xiaoming instantly sucked in a cold breath. His heart, was about to slide out of his large intestine.    

    

The other party had actually guessed his thoughts in an instant!    

    

Right at this moment, Wu Xiaoming suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. Following a loud bang, his body shot out like a cannonball, flying straight up and smashing hard onto the wall, and when he landed, the pain in his internal organs made him curl up into a shrimp, tears and snot flowing out.    

    

Faintly, Wu Xiaoming heard Chu Yan's voice as he walked further away.    

    

"Oh right, Eunuch Wu, I do not wish to see you again. I find your old face annoying."    

    

"Chu Yan!" Wu Xiaoming clenched his fists tightly and gnashed his teeth. The hatred in his heart, even if he poured all his water on them, he would not be able to wash it clean.    

    

However, after a long time, he gradually loosened his fist and let out a dejected sigh.    

    

He reckoned that he wouldn't be able to take revenge on this grudge. Facing Chu Yan, Wu Xiaoming only felt that he was an ant, even though the other party was already in the deepest part of the Demon Prison, which was terrifying to hear, for a whole year.    

    

The other party didn't kill him. It wasn't because he didn't dare to, but because he was too lazy to kill him.    

    

He thought that he had already soared to the skies, but in reality, in the eyes of others, he was still just an ant. With just a thought, the humiliation in Wu Xiaoming's heart could not be described with words.    

    

Wearing a black cape, he walked out of the pitch black entrance of the Abyss Demon Prison and stood under the sunlight once again. In a breath of time, it was no longer the cold and rotten smell, but the fresh air.    

    

"The marriage alliance in the Persian Kingdom was suggested by Ursa Lama, right? I destroyed your capital, why did you want to save me? Or do you want me to owe you a favor?"    

    

After pondering for a moment, Chu Yan shook his head and headed down the mountain.    

    

The carriage that was going to pick him up had been waiting for a long time.    

    

The moon hung high in the sky. It was already midnight.    

    

Although Chu Yan had been restored to his identity as a prince, the Eastern Palace already had a new crown prince in charge. Furthermore, his identity was sensitive, and he would be leaving the city as soon as the sky brightened, going to Persia. It was not suitable for him to choose another residence, so he had been arranged to live in a dilapidated mansion outside the imperial city.    

    

From the moment he left the Abyss Demon Prison to the time he entered the mansion, the only contact he had was with a small official who was in charge of his journey.    

    

And a year ago, no matter where Chu Yan had appeared, he had always led the way gracefully. A hundred officials had come to see him, and the atmosphere at that time was probably something that only the current emperor of the entire Southern Yuan Kingdom could match up to.    

    

It was the end of summer and the beginning of autumn. During the night, there was a slight chill in the air. In this dark mansion where no one lived, the chill seeped into the bones, making people feel uncomfortable.    

    

Inside the bedroom, Chu Yan's body was immersed in the hot water of the wooden barrel. Both of his arms were leaning on the edge of the barrel and he was in a trance, when the door creaked open and a moment later, a soft face entered and timidly said, "Your Highness."    

    

A slight smile emerged on Chu Yan's face.    

    

It was not the faint smile that he had worn on his face when he was facing Wu Xiaoming.    

    

"Come in, the water's almost cold."    

    

"Ya!" The girl was surprised. She quickly opened the door and came in with a bucket of hot water.    

    

When she saw that the water in Chu Yan's wooden barrel was still steaming hot, the young lady could not help but pout her lips and glare at Chu Yan angrily: "Your highness has lied again, the water is obviously still hot."    

    

Through the swirling mist, Chu Yan saw the young girl's slightly drunk face.    

    

However, she had grown a bit taller than what Chu Yan remembered, and her bones had also grown a little as well. At the moment, she was wearing a green skirt, and she looked both displeased and happy, as well as shy and timid. Her temperament, that was filled with a bud that was about to bloom, and could topple cities, had already revealed itself, causing one's heart to be moved.    

    

He had never imagined that the skinny little girl who he had rescued from the rebel army when he was calming the chaos in the northwest at the age of eleven would appear so slim and graceful.    

    

"It's really cold. Try it if you don't believe me." Chu Yan suddenly stood up from the barrel.    

    

"Aiya!" Xiao Pei's face turned red, she anxiously extended her hand, about to cover her eyes, but when she held the wooden bucket in her hand, she became flustered.    

    

However, Chu Yan ignored her. He grabbed her by the waist and carried her up. Then, the two of them bathed in hot water together.    

    

Xiao Pei struggled a little in Chu Yan's embrace, but suddenly, she hugged Chu Yan's neck tightly. Xiao Pei's body trembled and tears rolled down: "Your Highness is back, Xiao Pei is so happy, Xiao Pei thought that she will never see Your Highness again, many times I have thought, that if I do not hear news of your highness, Xiao Pei will not live anymore."    

    

Feeling the young girl's ice-cold body gradually warm up, and listening to the young girl's soft mutter, Chu Yan lightly embraced her shoulder without saying a word.    

    

At this point, she was probably the only one who was still willing to stay by his side.    

    

Autumn leaves that were as cool as spring water, a huge abandoned house, and a small room that was filled with an atmosphere that could only be described as coexisting together, were slowly brewing.    

    

After a long while, Xiao Pei let out a soft cry of surprise and sat up in Chu Yan's embrace, stuttering: "Your, Your Highness, wait a moment, the thing you wanted previously, has already been delivered. Xiao Pei will go and get it for you right now."    

    

The drenched dress stuck tightly to his body, outlining the girl's exquisite figure. Sensing Chu Yan's gaze, Xiao Pei's face turned as red as a burning flame.    

    

"Go on, wipe yourself clean and don't catch a cold." Chu Yan laughed, his eyes still unblinking.    

    

Hmm, that year when he saved her, he was only nine years old. He was just a dry little girl now that he was fourteen years old.