A Foodie Transmigrated into the Palace Chapter 1141: She Does Not Fear Death

Originally, she had resolved to never cross paths with him again in this lifetime.

Yet, who could have foreseen that a day like this would arrive?

She found herself in a truly dire predicament.

When facing a crisis, the natural human instinct is to cling to any available means of survival.

Even if that means is frail and uncertain, there's no guarantee it will even be grasped!

This is the fundamental instinct of humanity—the drive to persist.

She harbored no fear of death itself.

What she dreaded, however, was her father and brother perishing in vain!

They had already borne years of hardship and turmoil due to her actions.

The mere thought of her father, in his twilight years, being implicated once more because of her and meeting a miserable end in prison was unbearable.

Such a fate was simply unfathomable to her.

...

Confronted by Hai Tang’s desperate plea made while kneeling, Xia Tingfeng was too occupied to lift her or utter a single word.

Individuals were already attempting to force their way in from the outside.

In his desperate state.

He was compelled to make a swift exit through the window, vanishing into the darkness of the night.

Once Hai Tang had donned the human skin mask.

She promptly produced a dagger and inflicted a brutal wound upon her own arm!

Blood trickled down her limb, precisely where Xia Tingfeng had previously coughed up blood.

By the time several generals, accompanied by their soldiers, breached the door.

Hai Tang was clutching her injured arm, feigning cries of agony!

"Why are you all so inept?! The assassin entered, and none of you were aware!"

"To think that I, the Crown Prince, would be wounded by an assassin!"

"Hurry and pursue them!"

The generals immediately dropped to their knees, begging for forgiveness.

"Your subordinates failed in their duties; please, Crown Prince, grant us your pardon!"

"Crown Prince, could you perhaps indicate the direction in which the assassin fled?"

Hai Tang berated them harshly, her anger palpable.

She gestured towards the opposite direction of Xia Tingfeng’s escape.

"They went that way!"

"You all must hurry and chase after them!"

"If you fail to apprehend them, be warned that I, the Crown Prince, shall mete out punishment!"

The generals were granted permission to rise.

"Your subordinates shall obey!"

With their assent, they scrambled to depart, giving chase in the indicated direction.

However, one of the generals abruptly halted his pursuit midway.

"Something is amiss!"

"How could the Crown Prince have been injured?"

"Clearly, it was the assassin who sustained the injury!"

That assassin had infiltrated the premises, only to be surrounded and severely wounded by the patrolling generals.

He had narrowly escaped and fled in haste.

Why would such an individual risk their life to assassinate the Crown Prince?!

Would a Crown Prince of that caliber truly warrant such attention?

Hai Situ pondered this, his confusion growing.

Hai Situ and Hai Geli were close cousins, both nephews of Hai Xiangjin.

Both had received rigorous training from the Western Xia Royal Family since their youth.

Known for their cunning, cruelty, ruthlessness, and unscrupulous cowardice.

He knitted his brows, his suspicions mounting, and resolved to double back and investigate further.

Within the tent.

The bloodstains on the floor had already been meticulously cleaned by the attendants, and the Crown Prince’s wound was being expertly bandaged.

Military doctors and attendants bustled around the Crown Prince’s bedside.

Some offered him tea, others checked his pulse and examined his condition, while some gently applied bandages with gauze.

He was being cared for with utmost diligence.

Upon noticing Hai Situ’s entrance, the Crown Prince let out a soft chuckle.

"Cousin, why have you returned?"

Hai Situ surveyed the room; it was sparse, with nothing out of the ordinary.

Aside from any cloaked figures, not even a black cat could find a place to hide here.

Feeling a sense of awkwardness, he offered a vague response and quickly departed.

A fleeting, complex flicker appeared and vanished in the Crown Prince’s eyes.

Hai Situ, naturally, failed to notice it.

Nevertheless, he still sensed that something was not quite right.

As for what precisely felt amiss?!

He pondered the matter for a considerable time without finding an answer, ultimately deciding to set it aside.

...

The intruder dressed in black was ultimately never apprehended.

King Western Xia's already foul mood deteriorated further.

Unable to find anyone else to direct his fury towards, he summoned several of his nephews and subjected them to a severe scolding.

Finally, with a gritted expression, he issued a grim ultimatum.

"Within half a month at the utmost, you must conquer Yinshan City for me!"

"Should you fail, you shall present your heads to me!"

The nephews felt utterly wronged by the king's harsh reprimand.

Whom had they even provoked to warrant such treatment?

However, the imposed deadline of half a month to capture Yinshan City.

The young lords expressed their astonishment:

Why would such an endeavor even require half a month?!

...

Xia Tingfeng, having forcefully infiltrated the Western Xia military camp and sustained grievous injuries.

Upon his return, he conveyed the intelligence that 'Hai Tang was indeed covertly assisting within the Western Xia encampment' to a select few individuals.

He then coughed up blood and collapsed, losing consciousness.

The few individuals present were so startled that they fumbled about in a state of disarray.

Summoning a military doctor, fetching medicinal herbs, preparing and boiling the concoction, administering the medicine, and dressing his wounds—they were all engaged in a frantic, chaotic rush.

Fortunately, in the end, the military doctor delivered his diagnosis.

"Severely injured; unable to be moved. Proper medication is required, and an additional ten days to half a month for recovery!"

A collective sigh of relief swept through the group.

It was good that the injuries were not more severe!

Being confined for ten days to half a month was a reasonable price to pay for such earth-shattering news.

Tiger was extremely distressed.

"Had I known, I would have gone in Brother Ye's stead!"

Monster and Rat quickly offered words of comfort.

"Alright, don't dwell on it anymore. Is the Western Xia camp a place anyone can infiltrate? Especially by force!"

"Is surviving and exiting even a question!"

"Exactly!" Monster added, with a touch of arrogance.

"Even if you somehow managed to get out, you couldn't possibly achieve Brother Ye's results!"

Tiger meekly inquired.

"Then... what would become of me?!"

Rat considered the possibilities.

"At the very least... you'd be paralyzed or disabled, perhaps missing a limb."

"Of course, a severe spinal cord injury is also a possibility!"

Tiger was profoundly disappointed.

"Is it truly that serious?!"

Monster lamented.

"It's a military camp, man! Filled with experts and heavily guarded. Do you think you could just come and go as you please?!"

"Oh!"

Tiger nodded, a sense of loss washing over him.

"Then... what about Brother Ye?! Can't I lead troops to rescue him?"

Rat and Monster collectively fainted.

'Is there something fundamentally wrong with this guy's head?!'

'Why is he so fixated on rescuing Brother Ye? Could it be...'

Monster's eyes twinkled with a sudden thought.

"You wouldn't happen to have feelings for Brother Ye, would you?!"

Tiger looked utterly bewildered.

"Feelings? Oh, of course, I like him!"

"You forgot, Brother Ye promised he'd find spouses for us when he left!"

"..."

Following a profound silence, the two awkwardly chuckled and swiftly steered the conversation elsewhere.

Some individuals, you know!

Are simply not suited for profound discussions.

Some individuals, you know!

Are not suited for lofty promises!

Just look at Tiger, still clinging to the memory of spouses promised years ago?!

However, speaking of which.

Brother Ye, oh Brother Ye, you did indeed make such a vow!

You rascal better stay alive.

Our marital prospects still depend entirely on you!

...

The days slipped by one after another.

As Xia Tingfeng's injuries gradually healed.

Western Xia's assaults intensified.

They were like a pack of rabid dogs.

Attacking at random times, chaotically, and everywhere without warning.

The Chu Dynasty deployed all its deputy generals.

Each guarding their designated areas, refusing to yield an inch, with neither army willing to admit defeat.

This marked the longest sustained battle since the war's inception.

It endured for a full seven days and nights.

Throughout this period, Western Xia employed every conceivable stratagem, both honorable and underhanded.

And the Chu Dynasty was hardly lacking in resourceful individuals either.

Rat's mind was a constant wellspring of ingenious schemes.

Ultimately, the Chu Dynasty suffered no significant losses!

After seven days and nights of relentless conflict.

The Chu Dynasty narrowly vanquished Western Xia, securing a crucial phased victory.

The Western Xia Kingdom was compelled to retreat a distance of fifty miles.