Queen Without Crown
Chapter 61 The Hot Night At Baiyun Palace
Chen walked into the dark room. His eyes squinted, trying to adjust his vision in the dark.
The sound of her footsteps echoed in the room. Thumping in rhythm with the heartbeat of Queen Gita. The woman did not want to meet the man who had kidnapped her. Unknowingly, he held his breath.
"Oh, Fen... Where are you? " Chen called out to her with gentle yet terrible intonation.
Chen's steps were getting closer to Queen Gita's hideout. The woman hid behind a bookcase in the very back row. When Chen was almost there, Queen Gita retreated slowly to the other side of the shelf.
"Don't hide, Fen. I'm not mad at you, honey. You were kidnapped, they're the ones I hate." Chen's voice was right behind the shelf.
"We're getting married soon, remember? We're going to meet my mom in the village. My mother really wants to see you, Fen, her future daughter-in-law. "
Inexplicably Chen's voice sounded pitiful and desperate. Until there is a feeling of guilt and pity in the heart of Queen Gita.
It was almost that the woman came out of hiding, when suddenly someone came and spoke to Chen.
"All right, I'm going there now. " Sounds Chen's voice responding to the man. Then we heard footsteps coming out of the room.
Queen Gita breathed a sigh of relief. Cuddling the baby in her cradle. He promised not to change his mind for his son.
After all Chen had separated her from her baby, until the little baby had to go through this terrible thing.
"Eldrige, where are you? " The Queen Gita murmured in the darkness.
"We're leaving now."
Queen Gita jumped when someone spoke behind her.
"Eldrie? "
"Come, Your Majesty."
They immediately entered into a wide-open dimensional hole. There was a strange sensation felt by Queen Gita while inside the spiral-like tunnel.
It didn't feel like in an instant they had reached the end of the tunnel. Queen Gita was immediately in a room with a stone wall, like a cave.
"Your Majesty stay here. I'll go help the others. "
In an instant, the elf disappeared into the air as the dimensional hole closed.
"So that's the way they came that time?" Queen Gita recalled the moment they came suddenly after saving Prince Gaurav.
Queen Gita puts her baby on a simple tatami. The floor mattress contained straw and was covered with red cloth. The baby girl opened her eyes while moving her hands and feet up.
"Sleep again, my dear. "
Queen Gita patted the baby's ass while singing a lullaby her mother used to sing. His voice echoed throughout the stone-walled room.
*****
Eldrige came out of the dimensional hole and directly joined Emperor Haocun's army in the palace. There was already King Satria and Prince Gaurav.
Baiyun Palace had already turned into a battle arena. The loyal generals tried to defend the palace and protect the Emperor from the rebels.
It is not known who is behind this coup. But it is certain that Master Liu's men are among them, including Chen.
"Trank... Trangs... Trang...! "
The sound of the sword clashing was bustling, extremely deafening. Like the sound of a death orchestra playing in the darkness of the night.
The wooden doors that were covered in paper had been torn apart and torn apart. Precious jars and paintings also did not escape the slash of the sword.
"What about my wife and son, Eldrige? " Ask King Satria in the midst of battle.
"I've found a safe haven in a Yaodong located on a mountain cliff."
"Trank... Trangs... Trang...! "
"Thank you, Eldrige. You can always count on." Said the man while swinging his sword.
The rebel forces are coming more and more, apparently their preparations are quite mature. It may have been planned for a long time.
"We can't keep going like this. The Baiyun Kingdom troops who were still loyal to Emperor Haocun were fewer in number than the rebels. " Prince Gaurav yells at King Satria.
"You're right, we have to do something! "
"Come, we'll meet the Emperor! " The Proposition of Prince Gaurav.
They attacked the rebel soldiers who confronted and opened the way to the private room of Emperor Haocun.
Without knocking they immediately pushed the door and entered the room. There they found Emperor Haocun sitting in a state of chaos. Her hair, which was usually neatly rolled, was now furiously smeared and covered part of her face.
"Come the great guests! Let's drink together to celebrate the end of my reign! "
Emperor Haocun held up a porcelain slogan filled with wine and invited his guests to have a drink together.
King Satria and Prince Gaurav looked at each other. They did not understand, why in a crucial moment like this the Emperor was drunk.
"Your Majesty, we must do something to defend the palace. "
Emperor Haocun poured the wine from the small urn into the sloki and downed it in one gulp. His face was red to his neck and his body smelled of alcohol.
"Let it go, I'm broken! "
"Don't give up Your Majesty. Outside your loyal followers are betting lives. Don't disappoint them! "
Emperor Haocun chuckled. His face was soaked with sweat and tears. The ruler of Baiyun Kingdom looked pitiful and desperate.
"It looks like he's given up. What are we supposed to do? It's none of our business." Whisper Prince Gaurav in annoyance.
"After all we are guests of Emperor Haocun, we must help the host who has welcomed us well." The King of Satria replied in a whisper as well.
The King of Satria looked at Emperor Haocun with pity. He understood the man's feelings. As a King, he had once experienced such feelings of despair.
"What about the queen and the crown prince? "
"I've ordered my bodyguards to take them away. Let me die here alone." After saying so, suddenly the Emperor's body collapsed onto the table. Apparently, the man fainted.
"Gaurav, help me get some water! "
King Satria immediately raised the ceramic barrel in the corner of the room and brought it before the Emperor.Prince Gaurav still did not understand what the King of Satria would do.
Suddenly the King of Satria raised the barrel and poured its contents over the body of Emperor Haocun. Emperor Haocun's body was drenched in water.
Prince Gaurav smiled at him and immediately raised another barrel and flushed against Emperor Haocun's body. This time Emperor Haocun's head lifted and his eyes blinked. It seems like his consciousness is starting to return.
"What's going on? Why is my body all wet? "
"There's no time to explain. Now His Majesty must act immediately before it is too late. "
"I'm so ashamed of you. My attitude really does not reflect the soul of a leader. "
Emperor Haocun stood up. Water dripped all over his body. He walked over to pick up his sword hanging on the wall.
"I'm ready. Thank you for fighting with me, man! " The voice of Emperor Haocun again sounded authoritative.
King Satria and Prince Gaurav smiled in relief. Then the three of them walked out of the room towards the fighting arena.
*****
"General Shi, order the soldiers to lead the rebels out of the palace. I will face their leader! "
"Okay, Your Majesty! " General Shi nodded obediently regardless of the appearance of the drenched Emperor Haocun.
General Shi along with his men attempted to move the battle out of the palace. The exhausted and almost desperate soldiers, were again excited when they saw their Emperor fighting with them.
The brawl continues and gets hotter. The sounds of the clashing swords and the voices of human beings who died down on each other and echoed to break the silence of the night.
The King of Satria gets the opponent of a pellet-headed man who has thick eyebrows like a brush. The man's burly body looks shiny from behind his hanfu that is tied up without an interior.
The man was armed with two double-edged short swords. Agilely the man swung his sword towards the King of Satria.
King Satria moved quickly to avoid the sword coming from two directions. The man lowered his head as the pelletos man's sword tried to chop his head off.
In a lowered position, King Satria's left foot kicked and grabbed his opponent's leg. The pelontos man lurched back, but nimblely he jumped up and stood up straight again.
The pelontos man's face smirked. His hands played both of his swords like an acrobat. King Satria remembers seeing the man in a circus performance.
"Trans.trang..trang..! "
"Kreeeek!"
The sword of the King of Satria held the two swords of the pelletos man. The power struggle was ended when King Satria pushed the pellet man backwards.
King Satria continued to attack. To the right to the left, up and down following the movement of the opponent's sword. The pelontos man grew impatient and slapped his sword brutally.
Several times both swords of the man pelontos managed to scratch the arms and legs of King Satria. The man smiled with satisfaction at the sight of blood beginning to drench the blue hanfu his opponent was wearing.
With a rotating movement in the air, the pelontos man slapped his sword in a row into the body of King Satria.
The Elfian leader arch his body backwards and managed to dodge even though his face was slightly scratched off the tip of the sword.
"Come, let's finish this game! " Say the man pelontos.
King Satria smiled mockingly. He was also tired of serving the head pelontos.
"Alright, baldy. I grant your request!"
The two men hit each other again and struck the sword. The King of Satria drew his sword towards his opponent's feet while spinning low on the floor.
"Tree.. ! "
But the pelletist nimbly jumped into the air dodging the attack. Then the man descended in a swooping motion and both his swords were drawn towards the neck of King Satria like scissors.
King Satria immediately dodged and hit his opponent's hand in a row, so that both swords came loose and made a clanging sound when the two swords touched the floor.
"Klings! "
King Satria walked forward and stepped on the sword belonging to the pelontos. The man put his sword back in and faced the pellet with his bare hands. His fingers called his opponent to come closer.
"Yeah..! "
"Bugh. bugh.. bugh..! "
They fight boxing and kicks. Gripping and clutching each other. And when King Satria got his chance, he kicked the chest of the pelontos in succession.
The head of the pelontos lapsed and spewed blood. He coughed a few times. King Satria stood looking at him, then turned to leave him.
But without him noticing, the Pelontos quietly pulled a small knife from his shoe. Quickly the man jumped up and threw his knife towards the neck of King Satria!
