The Great Scheming Empress

  They seemed to have made up their minds to "cleanse" her and then send her to some prince for him to "taste".

  Savor! These two words make Jiuyin deeply despise the twenty-first century in which she has lived for over twenty years.

  But, however, it is unavoidable.

  She didn't struggle, not because she was resigned to her fate, but because she knew that struggling would be useless.

  There are four women here. Although each one looks like they can't withstand a blow, even if you have great strength, it's still one against four, and that's no use.

  What's more, her luck seems to be bad, and the body she attached to is weak and can't withstand the wind, thoroughly portraying it!

  Knowing what was to come, Jiuyin gave up struggling and quietly accepted the service of several maidservants, although their service had a hint of insult.

  One of the maids took advantage of her inattention and pinched her chest twice!

  People of this era, no matter if they are princes or these little maidservants, all have twisted minds and completely don't understand what respect is.

  It wasn't until everyone else had left that the old maid, who had been staring at her with a pair of sharp eyes, was the only one left to help her dress. Jiuyin quietly picked up the jade hairpin on the table and was about to take action when she unexpectedly caught sight of her own stunning beauty in the mirror.

  In her faint and pitiful memories, she was very clear about how stunningly beautiful Jiu Yin looked, but when she saw him in person, she was still startled.

  A slender figure with wind-swept green willow eyebrows, eyelashes like a fan shell covering the bright and clear eyes, the pupils shining brightly and transparently, opening and closing amidst a hazy mist, pitiful and charming, a single glance is enough to drive all men in the world crazy.

  The lotus and peach blossoms are not enough to compare with her, the sinking fish and falling geese are too abstract, this face, this good figure, even her past life can't surpass.

  Past life... it's very distant now.

  She shook off the thoughts that shouldn't be there and gazed at her stunning reflection in the mirror, her eyes drifting away from her own face to land on the maid standing behind her.

  The maid, although with a face full of disdain and even resentment, was carefully combing her dark hair.

  Her black hair was like ink, flowing and dripping, the maid used a five-colored silk ribbon to tie it back on her head, just about to insert the jade hairpin, but where was the shadow of the jade hairpin on the table?

  "Didn't you see the jade hairpin that was just placed here?" The maid searched all over the table, but still couldn't find it.

  Jiuyin shook his head and looked down at the ground: "Perhaps... it fell to the ground."

  The maid did not suspect anything and squatted down beside the ninth tone, carefully searching until a sharp hairpin was pressed against her snowy neck.

  "Where is Zhan Qingcheng?" Jiuyin didn't have much time to waste, those few maids would go out and come back at an unknown time, she had to escape before they came back, she wanted to find Zhan Qingcheng and leave with him.

  "How...how would I know?" The maid stood up under her threat, looking down at the slender jade hand that was clutching a hairpin and locked around her own neck, unable to imagine how this weak and timid young lady could dare to do such a thing.

  With a swift turn of her wrist, one end of the jade hairpin suddenly pierced into the delicate skin for several inches, and bright red blood flowed out from the wound, followed by intense pain.

  The maid was so frightened that she screamed in a shrill voice, just a moment ago she was still arrogant and proud, but now she was pale with fear: "I... I really don't know, you can kill me if you want, it's true..."

  That is a war god, and the captive of King Yi. Even if he were to be captured as a slave, he would still be a supreme slave, not someone that these kinds of insignificant people can casually meet with?

  "Really... really I don't know, no... ah! I know the way out! The way out..."

  The severe pain spread again in her neck and throat, scaring the maid so much that she didn't even dare to breathe hard.

  Seeing her like this, it seems she really doesn't know where the Warlord of the City is being held captive.

  Her eyes sank for a moment, and she tightened her grip on the jade hairpin in her hand. "Take me away from this place," she said coldly.

  She didn't think she could really rescue Qing Cheng with her own ability, so for now, the only thing to do was to leave first.

  Although the army withdrew, but according to her understanding of the pitifully small number of Western City's Twelve Riders, they would not leave after abandoning the city.

  They must still be around here somewhere.

  As long as you go out, there is an opportunity to find them.

  Pressing down on the maid whose legs had already gone soft, Jiǔ Yīn's low voice commanded: "Faster!"