I am invincible, that's why I lie down. You're using your entire clan to rebel?

Chapter 468 Someone's Trying to Break Him Out of Prison!?

Liu Ruolan's body stiffened abruptly, her eyes widening as she stared at Qin Mu in disbelief.

Han Zhong? The Heavenly Prison? Go see Han Zhong?

She couldn't believe that Qin Mu would actually take them to the prison to see Han Zhong.

Is Qin Mu really that generous?

A storm raged within her, and tears welled up in her eyes instantly.

Qin Mu looked at the other person's expression, smiled, and said, "What's wrong? Don't you want to go?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Ruolan shook her head vigorously.

Of course she wanted to go.

She dreamed of going to see Han Zhong, to confirm that he was still alive, to tell him that she and her daughters were alright, and to tell him not to worry.

But she didn't want her daughters to go, didn't want them to see the gloomy and terrifying prison, and didn't want them to see their father's miserable state while imprisoned.

I don't want to leave any shadows on their young minds.

She bit her lip, about to speak.

"Mother."

A crisp sound came from behind.

Liu Ruolan turned her head and saw that Han Xiner had already straightened up and was kneeling on her heels.

Her eyes were slightly red, but there were no tears in them, only a firmness that was beyond her years.

"Mother, I need to see Father."

Han Qin'er also raised her head, her voice young but earnest.

"Qin'er wants to see Father too! Qin'er doesn't want Father to die!"

Liu Ruolan's tears finally welled up.

Looking at her two daughters' determined expressions, she felt a pang of sadness and bitterness in her heart.

She reached out and pulled her two daughters into her arms, holding them tightly.

"Okay...okay...Mother will take you there."

She released her daughter, turned her head to face Qin Mu, her forehead touching the gold brick, her voice hoarse.

"Your Majesty, I... am willing to bring my daughters with me. Thank you, Your Majesty."

Qin Mu nodded, turned around, and walked towards the door.

"Get up. Come with me."

Liu Ruolan stood up, took her two daughters' hands, and followed behind Qin Mu.

Her legs felt a little weak, but her steps were unusually firm.

We walked out of the palace gate and into the courtyard.

A night breeze swept by, fluttering the hems of their clothes.

The moonlight shone on the three of them, casting their shadows on the ground, where they huddled together.

Qin Mu stopped and turned around to look at them.

The smile remained on his lips, revealing no emotion.

"I will take you there by air. Close your eyes."

Liu Ruolan was stunned. Fly?

Before she could react, a strange force lifted the three of them up, and their feet left the ground.

Han Qin'er screamed in fright, clung tightly to her mother's arm, and closed her eyes.

Han Xin'er's body stiffened slightly, and her pupils suddenly contracted, but she gritted her teeth and didn't make a sound. She just held her mother's hand tightly.

Liu Ruolan's feelings became even stronger.

She felt as light as a feather, being carried by an invisible wind, slowly rising into the night sky.

She opened her eyes and saw the palace beneath her feet growing smaller and smaller. She saw the entire imperial city, under the moonlight, resembling a giant beast lying on the ground, with its rows of rooftops gleaming with a cold, eerie light in the night.

Her legs were weak and her heart was pounding, but she didn't close her eyes.

She gritted her teeth, watching the lights recede into the distance below, a tremendous, indescribable shock welling up inside her.

Is this the power of His Majesty?

Is this the power that allows him to control everything and be omnipotent?

Han Xin'er also opened her eyes.

She looked down at the dazzling lights at her feet, at the houses and streets that looked as small as ants, and a deep sense of awe welled up in her heart.

A feeling as if I had seen a god welled up in my heart.

Han Qin'er also secretly opened one eye.

She saw the lights at her feet and was so frightened that she closed her eyes again. After a while, she couldn't help but open them again and timidly looked down.

Her lips parted slightly, and she let out a very soft "wow," like a fledgling bird that had just learned to fly, both frightened and curious.

Qin Mu stood with his hands behind his back in the void, his moon-white robe fluttering gently in the wind.

His gaze fell upon the brightly lit imperial city, a half-smile playing on his lips.

He led the mother and her two daughters, flying towards the gloomy prison.

........

Near the prison, the night was as thick as ink.

The moonlight was mostly obscured by the clouds, leaving only a few cold rays that outlined the gray-black silhouette of the prison like a giant beast lying on the ground.

The torches on the high wall swayed in the night wind, casting the shadows of the patrolling soldiers on the wall, sometimes long, sometimes short.

More than a dozen men dressed in black gathered in a dark alley a hundred paces from the gate of the prison.

They were completely shrouded in black, their faces covered by black cloth, revealing only pairs of cold, lifeless eyes.

There was no fear or hesitation in their eyes, only a resolute determination to face death.

A short sword hung at his waist, and a bow and crossbow were carried on his back, the arrows gleaming coldly in the darkness.

The leader, a burly man in black, stood at the alley entrance, his gaze sweeping over the sentries around the prison like a hawk.

He raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and gently pressed it behind him.

More than a dozen men in black held their breath and lowered their bodies as low as possible, like a pack of wolves lurking in the shadows.

The man at the head looked at the crowd, his voice extremely low, like an echo coming from underground.

"Today's operation is a do-or-die situation. Failure is not an option. If you are captured, immediately bite open the poison sac in your mouth. It must not fall into the enemy's hands. Understand?"

The dozen or so men in black nodded in unison, without making a sound, only the faint rustling of their clothes.

The leading man in black withdrew his hand and waved it forward. More than a dozen dark figures silently dispersed, splitting into four groups and rushing off in different directions toward the prison.

Some huddled close to the base of the wall, stealthily moving in the shadows of the bushes.

Some climbed onto the roof and silently skimmed across the tiles like cats.

Some went around to the back of the prison to find the weakest gap in the defenses.

Some slipped into the passageway silently during the gaps in the patrol soldiers' shifts.

Their movements were clean and efficient, their teamwork seamless, like a precisely operating killing machine.

Every step was taken in a blind spot of the guards' sight, and every pause was precisely timed to coincide with the alternation of torchlight.

All of this was clearly seen by Qin Mu and Liu Ruolan and her two daughters in the sky.

Qin Mu stood with his hands behind his back in the void, his moon-white robe fluttering gently in the night breeze.

A slight smile played on his lips as he looked at the group of men in black, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

Liu Ruolan stood beside him, her legs trembling slightly.

A storm raged within her.

She never imagined that a person could stand in mid-air, could carry three people up into the sky, and could overlook the entire imperial city like this.

She had never even heard of such a method, let alone seen it before.

Perhaps only legendary terrestrial immortals could do that?

But the person in front of him was the man known as the "tyrant".

She recalled that not long ago, Qin Mu had been severely criticized by the entire court, who said he was dissolute, neglected state affairs, and was a good-for-nothing.

But now, standing beside him, being carried by him high in the sky, watching those men in black sneak into the Heavenly Prison like ants, a huge fear and awe welled up in her heart.

Just how strong is he?

How much more is he hiding?

If those who call him a tyrant knew what he looked like right now, wouldn't they be too scared to speak?

Han Xin'er stood beside her mother, her little hands tightly gripping the hem of her mother's clothes.

She looked down at the group of men in black, watching them move stealthily like ghosts, and a strange tension welled up inside her.

Han Qin'er huddled behind her older sister, hugging her sister's arm with both hands, burying her face in her sister's shoulder, only revealing her big, watery eyes as she timidly looked down.

She didn't know what those men in black were doing, or why her mother's face looked so pale. All she knew was that she was terrified.

Qin Mu's gaze fell on the group of men in black, and he suddenly spoke.

"Look, those four groups of people are approaching the prison from the four directions of east, west, south, and north. The group to the east is going through the passageway, where the guards are the most lax. There's a short break, like the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, between shifts. They timed it perfectly."

The group on the west side scaled the wall, and every ten breaths, the torches on that wall would briefly dapple a corner of darkness; they seized that moment.

The group from the south used a tunnel, which was left over from the construction of the imperial prison. It was later sealed off, but they found the entrance.

The group to the north is feinting. If anything goes wrong on the three front lines, they'll create chaos and draw the guards' attention.

Liu Ruolan's pupils contracted slightly, her heart filled with even greater shock.

Before she could see anything clearly, Qin Mu had already seen through the routes, division of labor, and even the flaws in the guards of the Heavenly Prison.

She pursed her lips, her voice trembling slightly.

"Your Majesty, what... are these people here for?"

She already had some guesses in her mind, but she wasn't sure.

Qin Mu smiled and his gaze fell on the group of men in black.

"What do you think these people are here for?"

Liu Ruolan's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly lowered her head, her voice even softer.

"Your Majesty, I dare not speculate."

Qin Mu turned his head and looked at her, the smile on his lips deepening.

"These people are here to kill your husband."

Liu Ruolan's eyes widened suddenly, her pupils filled with disbelief and shock.

Han Xin'er's body stiffened abruptly, and her face instantly turned ashen.

Han Qin'er's eyes immediately reddened, tears welled up in her eyes, her little mouth trembled, and she almost cried out.

Liu Ruolan's voice trembled slightly as she asked:

"Why...why is this happening?"

She couldn't figure it out.

Her husband was already imprisoned in the imperial prison and was to be executed at noon tomorrow.

Why would someone send someone to kill a dying man?

Why didn't you send someone to rescue him?

This doesn't make sense!

Qin Mu smiled and slowly said:

"Because your husband knows too much. Some people can't sleep or eat in peace."

Liu Ruolan was taken aback at first, then her eyes widened suddenly.

She is not stupid; on the contrary, she is extremely intelligent.

From the day she married into the Han family, she navigated the complexities of this large family, learning the ways of the world and witnessing the wickedness of human nature and the fickleness of human relationships.

She immediately understood what Qin Mu meant.

Some people were worried that Han Zhong might say something detrimental to him in prison, so they were eager to kill him quickly to silence him.

And who this person is is self-evident.

north.

Xu Longxiang.

Her husband was arrested, imprisoned, and even executed because of his collusion with Xu Longxiang, which His Majesty discovered.

If Han Zhong confesses everything in prison, revealing all his conspiracies, conversations, and agreements with Xu Longxiang, then Xu Longxiang is finished.

Therefore, Han Zhong must die.

He died before he could say any more.

A profound chill ran through Liu Ruolan's heart.

She recalled Han Zhong's promise to Xu Longxiang, how Han Zhong risked the extermination of his entire family to repay that favor by conspiring with Xu Longxiang, and how Han Zhong covered up for Xu Longxiang even when he knelt before the Emperor to beg for mercy.

She never imagined that her husband, who had helped Xu Longxiang so much, would end up like this.

However, a sliver of hope remained in her heart.

Perhaps... perhaps Xu Longxiang didn't come to kill Han Zhong, perhaps he sent someone to rescue Han Zhong?

Perhaps even Your Majesty has guessed wrong.

Qin Mu's voice suddenly rang out, tinged with a hint of amusement.

"It seems you still harbor a sliver of hope. Well, let's keep watching then."