The Tale of the Imprisoned Concubine - Chapter 115, Escape (Part 2)

Mingruo subconsciously broke free from Hailian's hand and retreated to Duanmu Yun's side. Her small hands trembled as she clutched his robe, her upturned face filled with fear and unease: "Yunlang... Yunlang..." Her premonition was right; they couldn't leave, they would never leave.
"Don't be afraid, Ruo'er. Let Ruo'er go first, okay?" Duanmu Yun kissed her cold forehead, then warmed her little hands in his arms before gesturing for Hai Lian to come up and take Ming Ruo away.
"My dear, I'll come find you soon."
Go, but where to go?
Mingruo obediently let go of Hailian's hand, but the Imperial Guards surrounding her were like an impenetrable wall. Where could she go? A heavy sense of powerlessness and sorrow washed over Mingruo, and she involuntarily gripped Hailian's hand in return. Her petite body looked so weak and pitiful in the snow.
No one knew Emperor Xuli's power and ruthlessness better than her. Now that the Imperial Guards had appeared here, then... her father also...
As if telepathically connected, Mingruo suddenly looked up at a certain spot among the layers of imperial guards. Sure enough, within seconds, Emperor Xuli, as if in perfect unison with her, dismissed all the guards, clearing a path from Mingruo's direction to his. This time, he sat on his imperial carriage, his bright yellow dragon robe and gold and jade headband proclaiming his power and strength as the master of this world. The wind and snow blew, making the hem of his robe flutter loudly, and his jet-black hair also floated wildly in the wind. Occasionally, a few strands would blow in front of his face, obscuring his deep eyes, leaving only a faint purple light.
You would never imagine that a man could be so beautiful. Just by sitting there, he can make you feel the words "heavenly beauty" from the bottom of your heart. With his black hair and dragon robe, he is handsome and dashing, exuding a bewitching aura.
Mingruo dared not look into Emperor Xuli's eyes. She was clearly firm in her choice, and her choice was clearly right, but she still retreated in Emperor Xuli's gaze—his eyes were no different from usual, just as cold and indifferent, but Mingruo knew that he was accusing her, and the reason for the accusation was only two words: betrayal.
She couldn't help but take a step back, her lips, frozen pale by the wind and snow, barely able to move, managing only to utter a few words: "...Your Majesty..."
Emperor Xuli fluttered his eyelashes and gave Duanmu Yun a faint smile, ignoring Mingruo—Mingruo knew that she had truly angered him this time, and this was merely the calm before the storm.
"It's been a long time since I last saw you, Minister Duanmu."
"Your Majesty," Duanmu Yun said respectfully, kneeling to pay his respects, "This humble general has returned." His words carried a double meaning.
With a raised eyebrow, Emperor Xuli gently curled his lips into a smile. The swirling snow seemed less intense than his cool gaze. You could hardly believe his incredible self-control; even facing Duanmu Yun, whom he considered a thorn in his side, he could still manage such a smile: "Indeed, a good thing. But I wonder why Minister Duanmu is at the North Gate, and..." His gaze shifted to Mingruo, noticing her lowered face, "...and with my beloved concubine?"
The Imperial Guards were also puzzled. Although they weren't soldiers, they all deeply admired and respected General Duanmu Yun, and everyone had heard of Consort Ming's title... But why would the General, after being missing for nearly a year, return to be with the Emperor's favorite concubine? And... many people looked at Mingruo with strange eyes. This sallow-faced, unremarkable woman—was she really the legendary Consort Ming who had captivated the cold-hearted Emperor Xuli at first sight and made him the sole favorite in his harem?! The Consort Ming who was rumored by the world to be a beauty that could topple kingdoms, a celestial being, and who stood shoulder to shoulder with Emperor Xuli?!
Reality and rumors are indeed quite different...
"Your Majesty, please look carefully. Is she your beloved concubine?" Duanmu Yun raised his eyes to look at Emperor Xuli. Their two different pairs of eyes stared at each other, like two fierce beasts. Whoever was stronger would rule the mountain.
Emperor Xuli then looked at Mingruo in the direction of his voice, his thin lips curving slightly, and called out to Mingruo, "Zhuohua, come to my side."
He called her over again; this was the second time.
Mingruo stood there hesitantly, her heart churning with emotion. She couldn't help but turn back to look at Duanmu Yun, who was gazing at her with eyes full of tenderness and affection, telling her: Don't go over there.
But Mingruo knew better than anyone that at this moment, Duanmu Yun had become the one who could not rightfully stand up and say that she was his wife. He would never do anything to harm her, so he would not say that she was Mingruo and not Zhuohua, and neither could she.
"Zhuohua, I think you must miss your old friends in the palace, so I specially had them change their clothes and wait for you in Panlong Palace. Don't you want to see them?" Emperor Xuli slowly clasped his hands together, not worried at all that Mingruo would disobey.
"Or... do you have some other idea?"
Old friends… Mother and Granny! Mingruo's face paled even more. Already sensitive to the cold, the shock from Emperor Xuli made her sway precariously. The weather was so cold… but Mingruo felt her heart was even colder. She dared not look back at Duanmu Yun; it would break her heart. She dared not look at Hai Lian, the woman who had helped her so much, now all their efforts had been in vain. She hadn't even stepped out of this cage before having to go back—how cruel!
With each small step, Emperor Xu Li smiled as he gazed at the girl walking gracefully towards him. A hint of amusement flickered in his purple eyes, but this smile couldn't conceal his anger. She had chosen him, both times, but neither time was of her own volition. If he hadn't known she was trying to escape this time, where would she be right now, in whose arms?!
Mingruo walked unsteadily through the deep snow, threatening to slip and fall with every step. But Emperor Xuli made no attempt to help her; he wanted her to come to him willingly, even if the path was arduous and rugged. He wanted her to take the initiative, even if it wasn't voluntary.
When she reached the foot of the imperial carriage, Mingruo turned around. Duanmu Yun was kneeling on the ground, still performing the rites of a subject, but his eyes were fixed on her, seemingly containing countless things: tenderness, affection, infatuation, sorrow... and an unwavering determination.
A long, slender hand reached out to her. Mingruo looked up in a daze and saw Emperor Xuli gazing down at her. She hesitated for a moment before timidly taking the hand. In the blink of an eye, before she could even see what was happening, she found herself in Emperor Xuli's embrace. But what he did next terrified her: he began to tear at her clothes!
In this freezing weather, right in front of Duanmu Yun and so many soldiers, Emperor Xuli reached out and tore Mingruo's clothes to shreds!
Mingruo screamed, her face turning even paler with fright. But in an instant, Emperor Xuli grabbed the cloak that Eunuch An was holding and wrapped it around her. Everyone could only hear the incessant sound of tearing fabric, but no one could see what was happening under the cloak.
Her little hands clenched into fists in panic. Mingruo stared wide-eyed, her long eyelashes trembling, too afraid to move. She curled up in Xuli Emperor's arms. She saw Duanmu Yun stand up as if he was about to rush over. Tears fell down her face. She shook her head. Duanmu Yun saw this and stopped moving.
Because they both knew very well that going head-to-head with Emperor Xuli would be tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock.
What's the difference between this time and the last? Mingruo closed her eyes sadly. She should have known. She shouldn't have had the thought of running away. How could a so-called peaceful life possibly befall her?

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