Chapter 85: Releasing Murong Tong

Chapter 85: Releasing Murong Tong

Within the imperial palace, an eerie stillness hung in the air, so profound that not even a breath could be heard.Cheêck out latest novels at novelhall.com

Within the confines of her chamber, Murong Liu cradled her brother, Murong Ran, in a tight embrace. Her gaze was distant as she peered out the window, lost in a daze.

The sun had begun its slow descent below the horizon, casting the realm into the embrace of night once more.

This unsettled Murong Liu.

Meanwhile, Murong Ran’s tearful lamentations filled the room, his voice choked with sorrow, “Sister, I miss our imperial father, wuwuwu.”

“What’s there to miss?” Murong Liu pouted, though her hold on her brother only grew tighter.

In the past few days, Murong Lin had turned a blind eye to their existence. Consequently, their presence had become all but forgotten.

An aura of fear shrouded the palace’s occupants. Doors remained tightly shut, and footsteps rarely echoed through the hallways.

The retinue of attendants tending to their needs diminished significantly. Murong Ran and Murong Liu, accustomed to a life of opulent care bestowed upon them by a multitude of servants, found themselves grappling with an unfamiliar reality.

They were direct witnesses to that ominous night, when Murong Lin had coldly ordered his subordinates to attack their imperial father and had dealt a blow that sent their elder brother hurtling through the air.

Then, they became privy to the rumours circulating about Murong Lin’s actions: how he had imprisoned their imperial father in the confinement room and how a considerable number of lives within the imperial palace had been taken.

For Murong Ran, who had spent his entire life in the sheltered confines of a mountain, grappling with the unfolding events was an immense challenge. The sheer horror of what he had witnessed left him paralyzed with fear.

Murong Liu hugged Murong Ran tightly as she desperately prayed for someone to come to their rescue.

Then, the faint sounds of footsteps echoed from beyond their chamber’s walls.

Instantly, a wave of anxiety washed over the siblings, their eyes now locked onto the window.

Though young, Murong Ran recognized the urgency of the situation. Tears and fears had no place in this moment, and he did his best to hold back his cries.

Through the windowed door, the siblings discerned a shadowy silhouette. They could see the figure move closer step by step, inch by inch.

And then, at last, it reached the door.

Holding their breath, Murong Ran and Murong Liu dared not even exhale audibly. They fixed their gaze upon the figure standing at the door.

Creak!

The door was pushed open.

The person walked in, accompanied by the slivers of fragmented sunlight from the setting sun that filtered in.

It was Murong Lin.

Fearfully rigid, Murong Liu and Murong Ran were seated on their chairs as their gazes were locked onto Murong Lin. Words eluded them, leaving them uncertain of how to respond, their eyes tracing his approach with a mix of apprehension and disbelief.

Without a single word escaping his lips, Murong Lin entered the room without bothering to close the door behind him. His steps were deliberate as he advanced toward Murong Liu.

He sat down.

Terrified, Murong Liu’s body quivered like a leaf.

In the span of these few days, the harsh reality of her third brother’s actions had become painfully clear to her.

With each new revelation, her fear intensified.

It dawned on her that she never truly knew this third brother of hers.

Now that Murong Lin sat before her, it only intensified the waves of terror that engulfed her.

At that moment, Murong Ran also chimed in, his voice tinged with desperation, “Imperial father! Please come out quickly, Ran’er is really frightened. Wuwuwu...”1

He started sobbing again.

Murong Liu swiftly lifted Murong Ran into her arms and stepped into the dim confinement room, her words guiding their path.

“Imperial father, we are speaking the truth. The imperial palace appears to be deserted. There is hardly anyone left,” Murong Liu conveyed, her voice laced with uncertainty.

The room was rather compact, spanning around thirty square meters.

Murong Liu walked around the room, and it didn’t take long for her to come into contact with her father.

But somehow, it felt as though her imperial father was sprawled on the ground.

“Ah! Imperial father! Why are you lying on the ground! Quick, get up!” Murong Liu hurriedly set Murong Ran down and crouched to assist her father, Murong Tong, to his feet.

Lying on the ground, Murong Tong weakly gestured with his hand as he spoke, “There’s no use. Murong Lin, that wretched being, has crippled my limbs. Not only that, he sealed my spiritual acupoint, leaving me completely immobile.

If you can manage to leave, go to the Murong clan and fetch your grandpa Jiao. He’s the only one who can aid in restoring my four limbs.”

“No! I’ll take you there right away!” Murong Liu firmly rejected him.

Facing the uncertainty alone was too daunting for her.

With one hand holding Murong Ran’s hand and the other supporting Murong Tong on her back, she stepped out of the dark confinement room.

Abruptly, an explosion echoed from outside.

The trio was instantly struck with shock.

Murong Liu and Murong Ran’s reactions were rooted in fear.

They assumed that another crisis had emerged, prompting them to consider retreating back into the confinement room with trepidation.

Yet, a flicker of astonishment crossed Murong Tong’s eyes, and he spoke urgently, “Hurry! Head towards the main entrance! Your grandpa Jiao has arrived! Take me there, quickly!”

Murong Tong’s limbs drooped powerlessly, it was as if his tendons had been stripped.

Upon hearing this news, a glimmer of hope lit up Murong Liu’s face. “Are you certain? Then let’s hurry!”

The trio hastened toward the main entrance without delay.

As they advanced, they encountered fewer individuals donning green attire, much like their previous journey. However, as they drew closer to the entrance, a scene unfolded before them: members of the Murong and Wang clans engaged in combat with the green-clad people.

Amid the tumult, thousands of individuals clashed, with Murong Jiao and the Wang clan’s great ancestor leading the charge. The two of them charged toward the gate, unleashing powerful attacks that sent hundreds of green-clad figures hurtling through the air.

In the midst of this chaos, Murong Jiao’s keen gaze promptly noticed Murong Tong’s silhouette. Without hesitation, he sprinted towards him.

And after thorough scrutiny, Murong Jiao accepted that the haggard figure of Murong Tong, borne on Murong Liu’s back, was indeed him.

In a vicious tone, Murong Tong spoke, “Paternal uncle, don’t concern yourself with me for now. Apprehend that vile creature, Murong Lin, first! I will personally end his life!”

He was still an emperor, after all. His overwhelming humiliation left him with a profound sense of shame and embarrassment.

“I will go and capture that bastard, Murong Lin, without delay! Take care!”

1. Chinese children sometimes refer to themselves in third person, especially when they’re talking to someone they like.

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