An imperial decree? Che Buchi frowned. He knew it was improper to offend them lightly, but Shao Liu'er had insisted on coming.
Shao Liu'er pleaded mournfully, "Master, we did not come to offend Mr. Wu Xin. My husband is at death's door. I merely came to beg Mr. Wu Xin—can I not even do that?"
"This..." The man blocking them hesitated.
Clang! Shao Liu'er suddenly made her move, snatching the sword from the female attendant beside her and holding it across her neck.
"Princess Consort!" everyone cried out.
"Move aside!" Shao Liu'er shouted sharply. The blade had already drawn blood from her snow-white neck as she cried miserably, "Master, I would never dare offend Mr. Wu Xin, nor do I wish to offend anyone. But my husband is at death's door, and I have no choice but to try with all my might. Whether Mr. Wu Xin agrees to save him or not, I must make the attempt—do all that man can and leave the rest to Heaven. Please make an exception, Master! Whoever dares stop me, I will die right here!"
Among the cultivators blocking the way, someone turned a palm within his sleeve, intending to use a spell to restrain Shao Liu'er.
But Che Buchi flashed forward and pressed down the man's arm. He then clasped his hands toward the others and said, "Brothers, for the sake of our shared sect, please make an exception. I guarantee that the Princess Consort will not offend Mr. Wu Xin, nor will I permit it. I will watch over her from the side. How about it?"
Since he had put it that way, the blockers hesitated briefly before moving aside. At the same time, they reminded Che Buchi, "The Sect Master is in the palace watching this matter. Senior Brother, be