Time Travel: The Survival of Li Zhi

Chapter 555 Sun Shang

Yongguo, the capital.

In the shadows inside the palace wall, Li Zhi's figure moved quickly along the carved columns.

Along the way, Li Zhi also saw many people wearing guard armor. These guards were leisurely wiping the bloody weapons, and each of them had a ferocious smile on their face.

Li Zhi's heart sank, and he knew that these people must be enemies, not friends.

So Li Zhi did not alarm these people, carefully hid his body, and left quietly.

After a while, Li Zhi arrived at the imperial study.

Li Zhi knew that at this time of the year, the emperor would usually review memorials here.

Although the Emperor should have noticed the sudden palace coup and might not be here, Li Zhi didn't know where the Emperor was at the moment, so he could only come here to take a look first.

Pushing open the half-open door, the scent of sandalwood mixed with ink hits you in the face.

The imperial study was bright and clean, the ink in the inkstone had not yet dried up, the memorials spread out on the desk were still weighed down by a paperweight, and even the emperor's usual sheep-hair brushes were neatly placed on the pen holder.

Li Zhi breathed a sigh of relief. There were no signs of fighting at the scene, which meant that the emperor had noticed the unusual movement in advance and evacuated, rather than being attacked and captured.

Just as he was wondering whether to look for the emperor first or go back to help the prince, a biting chill suddenly ran up from the soles of his feet to the back of his neck, as if an icicle was drilling into the top of his head along his spine.

Li Zhi's hair stood on end. His instinct, honed through years of experience, made him lunge forward instantly. His body curled up into a ball in the air, and after rolling several times, he crashed into the bookshelf, sending a dull pain through his back.

“Crack—”

The crisp sound of ice crystals exploding in my ears.

Li Zhi suddenly looked back and saw that the ground where he had just stood was covered with three inches of solid ice. The ice patterns spread like spider webs to the table. Even the warm jade paperweight was wrapped in a layer of white frost, emitting a chilling cold air.

"The response is not slow."

The sound of clapping came from behind the screen, the rhythm was slow but with an indescribable weirdness.

A figure in white clothes walked out slowly, and his sleeves swept across the frost on the ground, stirring up tiny ice flowers.

As the man moved, the temperature of the entire imperial study dropped sharply, ice began to condense on the beams and pillars, and the window paper could be heard making a crisp sound of freezing.

Li Zhi's pupils shrank, and his eyes were fixed on the man in front of him. His heart was already filled with turbulent waves!

You know, they are all in the palace at the moment, and all magic will be suppressed by the powerful national destiny.

But this person could cover the entire imperial study with frost with just a few gestures.

This kind of strength is really too terrifying!

Compared to Li Zhi's fear of facing a formidable enemy, the man looked remarkably relaxed, even with a hint of a smile on his face. However, to Li Zhi, this smile was filled with deep sarcasm.

The man spoke calmly, his voice unusually cold and stern: "A minion of the Night Travel Division?"

Li Zhi's eyes flickered. He took a deep breath and asked, "Who are you? Do you know that what you did today will result in the death of your entire clan?"

Hearing Li Zhi's question, a gloom flashed in the man's eyes. He looked at Li Zhi coldly, as if he were looking at a dead man. He replied, "I am Sun Shang. What I should do is naturally not for you, a lackey of the Night Patrol Division, to worry about!"

Sun Shang?

Li Zhi frowned slightly, and his mind couldn't help but search for memories of the name Sun Shang.

The man in front of him was extremely powerful. If he was from Yongguo, he would definitely not be unknown. However, Li Zhi racked his brains but could not figure out who this Sun Shang was.

Could it be that Sun Shang is not from Yongguo?

Just when Li Zhi was about to ask a question, Sun Shang obviously didn't want to give Li Zhi too much time to survive.

Sun Shang stepped lightly, and rushed towards Li Zhi with a bone-chilling coldness all over his body!

 …

After Li Zhi left, the only sounds left in the damp pit were the breathing of Old Qiu and the young prince.

The dead branches and leaves covering the pit mouth completely blocked out the light, and only a few rays of light came in through the gaps, illuminating the floating dust.

The young prince clutched Old Qiu's sleeve tightly, and even breathed lightly, fearing that a heavier breath would attract thieves with ill intentions. His heart was pounding in his chest like a frightened rabbit.

The sound of the wind outside the pit gradually died down. Just when the two thought they could escape the disaster quietly, a shrill scream suddenly broke the silence!

"ah --!"

The little prince trembled all over and subconsciously shrank into Old Qiu's arms.

Suddenly, the dead branches at the mouth of the pit shook, and a palace maid in torn clothes staggered over. Her hair was disheveled, and her bare arms were covered with bloodstains.

In her panic, she ran straight towards the pit, and her muddy feet made the fallen leaves rustle.

“Swoosh—”

The sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded.

A gleaming white steel knife came out of a hole like a poisonous snake, piercing the palace maid's back with a fierce gust of wind.

The blade penetrated without a handle, and blood instantly dyed her skirt red.

The palace maid's body suddenly arched up, like a reed broken by the wind, and rushed forward under the huge impact force.

With this leap, he fell heavily into the pit!

Warm blood mixed with cold mud splashed onto the little prince's face. His pupils suddenly shrank and he covered his mouth tightly to prevent a scream from escaping his throat.

He looked at the palace maid's wide-open eyes. That face filled with pain and fear was only inches away from him. The stench of blood mixed with the smell of earth penetrated his nostrils, making his stomach churn.

"Damn, this little bitch can really run!"

Vulgar curses were heard from a distance, accompanied by the sound of chaotic footsteps.

Qiu Lao quickly stood on tiptoe and peered through the branches. He saw a guard with a ferocious face approaching with a knife in hand. As he approached, he shouted, "Wait a minute, brothers! I'll pull out my knife!"

Elder Qiu's breathing suddenly became rapid. He stared at the approaching guards, his knuckles clenched in his sleeves until they turned white.

If this person were allowed to get closer, he would definitely discover the pit here, and they would definitely be discovered in the pit.

But if we kill him, his accomplices in the distance will definitely notice the unusual movement and come over to investigate.

At the critical moment, a hint of determination flashed in Old Qiu's eyes.

"Your Highness, I will go and lead them away."

Elder Qiu lowered his voice to a very low level, with an unquestionable firmness: "You are not allowed to make a sound here. No matter what you hear, you are not allowed to come out. Remember?"

The little prince quickly grabbed his sleeve, tears welling up in his eyes: "Mr. Qiu, don't go!"

Elder Qiu suddenly twisted his shoulders. His usually gentle face now looked ferocious with determination. He shouted with deafening force, "You are the crown prince! The heir apparent of Yongguo! You must be strong! Nothing can happen to you! You must wait until Li Zhi returns!"

The little prince had never seen Mr. Qiu look so stern. He was stunned for a moment and his hand holding his sleeve involuntarily loosened.

Old Qiu patted his head gently, turned around and pulled out the steel knife from the palace maid's back.

Blood gushed out and splashed on the lapels of the two men. The little prince trembled all over, but he bit his lips tightly and swallowed the sob back into his throat.

Seeing the young man suppressing his fear, a flicker of relief flashed in Old Qiu's eyes. He took a deep breath and suddenly jumped out of the pit, his steel knife drawing a cold arc in the setting sun.

"Stop being so arrogant, thief!"

Following an angry roar from Old Qiu, the sound of fighting began from above.

Under Qiu Lao's deliberate efforts, the sounds of fighting and roaring gradually faded away...

In the pit, the little prince curled up in the corner, shaking like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.

The tear marks on his face had not yet dried, but the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, and blood was oozing out.

He clutched his blood-stained sleeve tightly. The savage expression of Old Qiu and the words "You are the crown prince" echoed repeatedly in his mind. Tears silently fell, hitting the cold earth...