Chapter 82: A Narrow Escape Back to Suiye City

Though they ran wildly, their speed was not slow, yet traveling beyond the frontier was an exhausting ordeal, especially at full sprint. Gradually, their pace slowed, but the pursuing cavalry behind them drew ever closer.

Tang Li said, “This won’t do. We must take a narrow path; there may still be a glimmer of hope there!”

“Lead the way!” Linglong replied.

The group abandoned the main road and ventured deep into the desert.

Deep in the desert, the greatest challenge was water. Linglong and the others dared not move much during the day, instead lying low in the shadows, traveling eastward at night guided by intuition.

When hungry, they killed wolves for blood and meat, eating it raw as they dared not light fires.

They were already accustomed to this from previous encounters with Gale Wind. When Tang Li and Qin Daofei ventured beyond the frontier, Qin forbade lighting fires. Tang Li had eaten much raw meat, but Ye Lishang and Mo Li had never done so, especially Ye Lishang, who was fastidious and would not eat raw meat or drink blood.

At first, Mo Li refused as well, but later, driven by hunger, she had no choice.

Only Ye Lishang, though weak and pale-lipped from hunger, stubbornly refused to drink wolf’s blood.

With no other options, they hastened toward Suiye City, hoping to return Ye Lishang’s still-warm body to the Second Prince before it was too late.

But the King of Cangmo was determined to capture Linglong and her group. Between Suiye City and Cangmo, the defenses were dense, leaving no chance for escape.

One day, the city’s commander informed the Second Prince, “Your Highness, I’ve noticed that Cangmo has increased sentries in recent days, seemingly setting a trap, though I’m unsure for whom. Such a commotion!”

“What?” The Second Prince stood abruptly and hurried to the city tower.

From a distance, they could see the long defensive line of Cangmo, almost a human wall blocking passage between the city and the kingdom.

For some reason, the Second Prince thought immediately of Linglong and the others infiltrating the Great Demon City. He wondered if this trap was designed because of them.

This thought tormented him as he paced anxiously on the tower.

If he provoked them now, he risked losing favor with the Emperor and might even be betrayed by Cheng Xiang, resulting in a heavy loss. He truly did not want that.

But thinking of those people made him restless.

If it was truly them, surrounded and chased like this, survival seemed impossible.

No, he could not let them be trapped beyond the frontier.

Back at the guard’s office, he pondered many solutions but found none and angrily lost his temper before the soldiers. None dared respond.

After two days of pacing on the tower, the city’s commander approached with worry. “Your Highness, do you think we can demand they clear a path on the grounds that they’re blocking the route to the frontier?”

“How so?” the prince inquired.

The commander explained, “I researched the archives and found that our Cold Food Festival and the frontier states once agreed that no nation may blockade the trade routes.”

“Are they blocking the trade route now?” the prince asked.

“They are. Right ahead of us, completely blocked. For days no one has passed through the frontier. Many have come to the guard’s office to report, and only then did I remember this agreement.”

The prince smirked wickedly. “In that case, we’ll just take it by force!”

With this justification, the Second Prince rode out of the city, mounted on his chestnut warhorse, and said calmly at the checkpoint where defenses were set, “I am Chengjie, Second Prince of Cold Food Festival. Have your leader come out and speak with me!”

Soon, a burly man rode out from the southeast, squinting at the prince with a disdainful voice: “Second Prince of Cold Food Festival, the War God of Cold Food Festival.”

His tone dripped with contempt, as if the prince was no fierce general but merely a weakling claiming false grandeur.

“Are you the commander of Cangmo?” the prince asked coolly.

“Indeed, it is I!” the man proudly replied.

“Has your king not told you this road is a trade route?” The man’s arrogance irritated the prince, but he concealed his anger and asked plainly.

The man hesitated, then sneered, “We won’t occupy it long. Once we catch the fugitives we seek, we’ll leave quickly.”

“No. This trade route is agreed upon by several nations. If you delay just one day, merchants traveling beyond the frontier will suffer huge losses of silver. Unless Cangmo pays sufficient compensation, clear the way at once!” The prince’s tone was resolute.

Everyone knew Cangmo was a poor land. Though its people were fierce warriors, producing such a sum in silver was unlikely.

Hearing the prince’s demand, the commander scoffed, “Why should Cangmo compensate your merchants?”

“Clearly, you’re blocking the exit,” the prince said indifferent but firm.

The man squinted, “What if I don’t let you pass?”

The prince smiled, “Then don’t blame me for being impolite.”

“What do you mean by impolite?” The commander shouted, and Cangmo soldiers raised their blades and spears, glaring at the Cold Food Festival soldiers.

The prince’s horse sensed the murderous aura, rearing and neighing. He stroked its neck, mockingly chiding, “Don’t be like some, stamping and shouting like a woman!”

The horse snorted, showing its displeasure.

“Fine, do as you please,” the prince said with a fond smile, but his eyes darkened, filled with lethal intent that made others uneasy.

The commander, seeing the prince’s murderous glare, stepped back nervously. “Do you intend to start a war?”

“I kindly asked you to clear the trade route, but you not only refuse but provoke me. For the merchants’ sake, how dare I not fight?” The prince’s words were arrogant.

The commander retorted, “If you start a war, your emperor will not forgive you!”

“My father loves his people like his own children. If any of them are bullied outside his land, he won’t mind me teaching the ignorant a lesson and asserting our nation’s might!” The prince said, drawing his sword and pointing at the commander. “Clear the way or prepare to fight!”

“Chengjie, don’t be arrogant. An important fugitive has escaped from our country. If I don’t catch him, I can’t explain to the king. Give me a few more days; once caught, I’ll open the passage.” The man’s tone softened.

But the prince was unyielding. “Not a day. Clear the official road to the frontier immediately!”

A soldier whispered to the commander, “Sir, what now? If we let them pass, the fugitives may escape to Suiye City. But if we fight, we can’t handle both fronts.”

“I know this Chengjie is fierce. If he says fight, he will. But we’ve nearly driven them here. Let’s stall a day or two more and try to force them into our trap. If we catch them, it’s over.” The commander muttered.

The prince overheard their whispers and asked his attendant, “Changhen, what are they saying?”

“They’re chasing a group from Cold Food Festival, trying to trap them. They’re close to success and won’t lift defenses,” Changhen replied, stepping aside.

Squinting at the swirling yellow sand, the prince said softly, “Cold Food Festival people? We can’t wait any longer. Force them to clear the way. If not, we fight!”

“Our Second Prince said we gave you days already. Even if you want to catch fugitives, you can’t occupy the trade route. What if you never catch them? Are we to wait forever?” Changhen shouted.

The commander growled, “We’re already besieging them! Give me two more days!”

“No. Clear the way now, or don’t blame me for being ruthless!” The prince said calmly.

Changhen instantly attacked, firing dozens of throwing darts, killing the nearest Cangmo soldiers.

“Damn, they’re attacking! Where’s my backup?” The Cangmo soldiers, enraged, charged through the defenses.

Feigning innocence, the prince said, “Who told you to start this?”

But his sword flashed, cutting down soldier after soldier.

The commander shouted, “Who the hell allowed you to attack? Fall back!”

He truly didn’t want to fight.

Yet the prince’s men were prepared, attacking fiercely with no mercy, giving no chance to the Cangmo soldiers.

The defenders had no choice but to resist.

The commander, seeing the situation spiraling out of control, joined the fray.

Meanwhile, Linglong and her group were cornered at the desert’s edge, smoke signals ahead, pursuers behind.

“Effie, is that smoke from Cangmo?” Linglong asked.

Effie nodded. “Cold Food Festival wouldn’t use smoke signals. We’re surrounded!”

Gale Wind and Tang Li supported the nearly starved and dehydrated Ye Lishang anxiously. “What do we do now? We’ve gone a whole day without food or water. If they trap us, we’re doomed!”

Arrows rained around them.

Tang Li and Gale Wind pushed Ye Lishang toward Linglong and leapt to attack. Seeing the enemy’s numbers, Linglong entrusted the weakened Ye Lishang to Mo Li and charged forward.

Seeing Linglong advance, Effie gritted her teeth and followed.

In the heat of battle, Tang Li suddenly shoved Linglong aside just as a Cangmo soldier’s blade sliced his back, blood pouring out.

“Tang Li!” Linglong rushed to check him, but when the soldier raised his blade again, Linglong released a mechanical snake, which bit the soldier’s neck. He foamed at the mouth, twitched, and collapsed.

Elsewhere, Gale Wind was also heavily wounded.

Effie was the only one still able to fight.

As they struggled, a soldier whispered to the Cangmo commander, who then abandoned the battlefield, riding away swiftly.

“Changhen, pursue! Changqing, hold here and command. If you can’t kill them, I will!” The prince ordered, chasing after.

Linglong’s group was battered, with only Effie still fighting, though enemy numbers dwindled.

After bandaging Tang Li’s wound, Linglong stood and fought alongside Effie and Gale Wind.

Just as they neared victory, a fresh wave of Cangmo soldiers charged through the swirling sand.

Linglong, Effie, Gale Wind, and Mo Li instinctively formed a protective circle around Ye Lishang and Tang Li, facing the attackers from both sides.

“Effie, Gale Wind, you must go! The three of you lead Ye Lishang away. Ye Lishang is the Second Prince’s treasure. If he’s harmed, it will affect cooperation with Qin Daofei. You two return, kill Tan Xiyin and King Xiang, and take care of Hua’er and Yixiao for me.”

“What are you saying?” Effie said, glaring at Linglong. If not for the battlefield, she would have wanted to kill her.

Gale Wind gripped his sword tightly. “If I let the madam die here and survive, I won’t face the manor lord when he regains memory. Effie, take the madam away. Don’t bother with others. You can’t take Ye Lishang with you. Go now!”

“I can’t go—I’m too weak!” Linglong said, wanting them to live.

At that moment, the dazed Ye Lishang suddenly raised his head, smiling. “Chengjie is here!”

“If you hadn’t refused wolf’s blood and raw meat, we wouldn’t be in such a passive escape. And you’re still daydreaming!” Mo Li, who hadn’t met the Second Prince, knew from Ye Lishang’s expression what he was doing.

She angrily kicked his back, but Ye Lishang felt no pain. He gazed into the distance, “Chengjie came to save me! Chengjie’s here!” Then he fainted.

Despite the life-or-death moment, Linglong couldn’t help but smile.

She crouched, stroking Ye Lishang’s hair. “Yes, Chengjie came to save you. Now you can be with him.”

“He’s afraid of me. He thinks liking me is shameful, but actually…” Ye Lishang’s words were cut off as the enemy attacked, and Linglong had no time to listen, rushing to fight.

As the two forces finally linked up, surrounding Linglong’s group, the commander sneered, “Damn, we’ve chased you for nearly half a month and finally caught you. Hand over the letters now!”

Linglong, with her back to the commander, quietly slipped the documents into Effie’s hand. “Effie, go!”

“Together!” Effie refused to take the letters alone.

Linglong’s voice was stern. “You owe me your life. Use it to protect Hua’er and Yixiao, and kill Cheng Xiang and Tan Xiyin. If you don’t leave now, you won’t leave at all. Go!”

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