adbindia Chapter 1872 - 442: A Life of Grace, Life Is Like a Play (Part 2)
Chapter 1872 - 442: A Life of Grace, Life Is Like a Play (Part 2)
"Have you...seen Yaya?" His voice finally showed a trace of fluctuation.
"Yes, I have been by Miss’s side, protecting her, until I sensed your presence. I used Miss’s blood to activate the Formation to locate your exact position, and then..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the other party suddenly grabbed her by the throat. Mingyue’s heart stopped momentarily, staring dazedly at the person close at hand. His eyes filled with anger, his sharp gaze slightly narrowed, "Did you harm her?"
Mingyue did not struggle nor resist. She just stared at him with wide eyes, in which lay unwavering loyalty and trust.
Indeed, this blond woman was actually Yun Miao in disguise, standing right in front of Yun Ya, who probably wouldn’t recognize him now.
Yun Miao tilted his head and released his grip. Mingyue covered her neck and knelt on one knee: "I am not trying to defend myself. Miss did it willingly. During the two years of your disappearance, she has been in pain and self-blame, even voluntarily stepping into the wolf’s den for you..."
Mingyue’s words trailed off. She sneaked a glance at the person in front of her, noticing his furrowed brows, clenched fists, his entire being cold and angry. She thought that Miss was worried about the real Young Master Yun Miao; perhaps her master... was jealous.
She guessed correctly. Yun Miao indeed felt uncomfortable in his heart about this. Yun Ya was concerned about the real Yun Miao, and the real Yun Miao had already died the moment he awoke... His soul had disappeared, replaced by this wandering soul from another world...
But now was clearly not the time to think about these things. Yun Miao clasped his hands behind his back and said coldly, "We’ll speak of this later. Today, I must take Yaya away."
"Impossible." Mingyue interrupted: "The Queen has already taken precautions. Today’s island is tightly controlled, with the army, navy, and air force all deployed. Miss is too conspicuous; I’m afraid we won’t get off this island before being captured."
Yun Miao’s facial muscles trembled slightly with anger, his nails digging into his palms. Once, his calmness was his proudest trait, and now, because of Yun Ya, his calmness was gone.
"So do you want me to just stand by and watch her suffer here?" Yun Miao would rather suffer himself than let Yun Ya endure even a little grievance.
"Master, the Queen treats Miss very well. Miss hasn’t suffered much; we can’t act rashly for now."
"Treats her well?" Yun Miao sneered, "You know nothing, yet you can say such things."
The world thought Yun Ya had risen like a phoenix, blessed by divine fortune. Yet only he knew how humiliating such fortune was for them.
He also knew he couldn’t take Yun Ya away today. He might even get trapped himself, but he was unwilling to give up. Ultimately, he sighed helplessly, "Fine. Let me see Yaya, even if it’s just from afar..."
"Master, there is time ahead of us. We can surely take revenge and rescue Miss."
She understood her master’s feelings. Such a fate mirrored his past... If, in his past life, he still cared for the bonds of family affection, he would no longer be fettered by such hypocritical familial ties after enduring such a painful betrayal.
This time, she would stay by her master’s side, slaughtering gods and demons alike.
Mingyue led Yun Miao, blending into the central square, the two of them unnoticed in the crowd.
Yun Miao gazed calmly at the high platform ahead, the hand beneath his sleeve clenching tightly into a fist.
"Dong," the bell tolled, deep and ancient, echoing in the ears for a long time.
The blue sky and white clouds unfolded like a painting, with everyone as side characters in this artwork. The true protagonist was slowly making their entrance.
The red carpet led straight to the palace gate and high platform. The golden door slowly opened, and at that moment, the blinding gold light forced everyone to close their eyes.
A figure gradually emerged from that golden light, dragging a long skirt, stepping forward step by step.
A golden crown tied up her hair, the crimson robe striking, a golden dragon coiling on the long skirt, vividly lifelike, as if it would soar into the air the next moment, roaring across the skies.
The woman held the golden queen’s scepter, walking slowly, the golden rings adorning it making soft melodic sounds, freely resonating beneath the blue sky and white clouds.
Cool and noble, she looked down on the world, like a goddess above, overlooking the mortals below.
Such an imposing figure made people want only to prostrate at her feet, offering the most devout faith in worship.
Their faith, their deity... the greatest and most noble Her Majesty the Queen in their hearts...
"Hail Her Majesty the Queen...."