Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

"Your Highness Ziyu, the young man from the Wei family, and Ci'an..."

The old prince smiled and called out the names, "You all must prepare well, and then let me see whether your arrows are sharper or those beasts are more clever!

Especially Ci'an, you are good at fighting and often walk around in the wild, so you can't hide your secrets this time!"

These words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating invisible ripples between the two people.

Upon hearing this, Chu Ziyu stopped talking with Wei Lin and turned to the old prince with a just right, gentle yet distant smile on the corner of his lips.

"Uncle Wang is right. The Autumn Hunt is a grand event. Ziyu will definitely do his best."

His response was well-mannered, and his gaze fell respectfully on the old prince. From beginning to end, he did not shift his gaze to Lin Ci'an, who was also named.

When Lin Ci'an heard his name being mentioned together with Chu Ziyu and Wei Lin, especially when the old prince spoke in a familiar tone as if he regarded them as peers and friends, his jawline tightened almost imperceptibly for a moment.

He forced himself to maintain a calm exterior and nodded slightly to the old prince: "Your Highness, thank you for your kind words. I will do my best."

However, out of the corner of his eye, he was fixed on Chu Ziyu. The man responded calmly, standing so close to Wei Lin, yet he didn't even bother to give him a perfunctory glance.

In the days that followed, Chu Ziyu began to avoid Lin Ci'an very deliberately.

Whether it was a necessary occasion in the palace or a route where they might meet by chance, Chu Ziyu always managed to be absent or leave early at the right time.

Even if sometimes they had no choice but to stay in the same room together, Chu Ziyu completely ignored Lin Ci'an.

His gaze would no longer linger on Lin Ci'an for even a moment.

All his words and actions adhered to the most distant etiquette between the monarch and his subjects, and he was even colder than he was to other ministers, as if Lin Ci'an was just an insignificant and even unpleasant symbol.

That kind of complete and unconditional neglect was more unbearable for Lin Ci'an than direct hatred and disgust.

The hatred in his heart was reignited by this neglect, and it was madly intertwined with the unrequited, twisted love and possessiveness. When it was almost driving him crazy, the autumn hunt began.

The royal hunting grounds were filled with flags, and the colorful royal banners and various ivory flags fluttered in the wind.

The hunting grounds had long been surrounded by elite royal guards like an iron barrel, with bright armor and shining swords and spears.

At noon, the horn blew loudly, and the sound shook the whole area.

Drums and music led the way, and the yellow silk umbrellas, golden axes, flags, fans and sticks marched in a long line, showing the utmost royal majesty.

The emperor was wearing an ochre-yellow riding and archery suit embroidered with a pattern of a golden dragon sailing out to sea, and a black cloak. He sat upright on the imperial sedan chair carried by sixteen people, his face majestic. He glanced at the officials and clan members who were kneeling to welcome him with a hint of complacency.

He did not say much, but just waved his hand lightly, and the eunuchs announced the decree loudly, announcing the start of the autumn hunt and reiterating the emperor's will that "one must be brave and strive for the first place, but also must abide by the rules."

Afterwards, the princes came forward in order.

Crown Prince Chu Ziheng, as the heir apparent, followed the emperor closely. Dressed in bright yellow riding gear, he exuded a calm demeanor and strived for perfection in his demeanor.

The second prince, Chu Zicong, was much more flamboyant. He rode a jet-black steed, dressed in crimson-purple attire, his hair tied with a golden crown, and his eyes held a hint of arrogance and sharpness.

His gaze lingered more on those powerful generals and possible prey, and the implicit intention of competing with the prince almost permeated the air.

Chu Ziyu was still wearing a moon-white riding and shooting suit, which was made of exquisite materials but simple in style. His black hair was simply tied up with a jade crown, which made his skin look even whiter and his temperament clear and elegant.

He did not ride his horse with the whip and show high spirits like other princes, but just quietly reined in his horse and stood in his own position, looking calmly at the distant mountains and forests, as if the noise around him had nothing to do with him.

He watched the Crown Prince and the Second Prince accepting everyone's attention and compliments like peacocks with their tails spread out.

(The hunt has not yet begun, but the struggle for power and vanity has already begun.)

6872: Boss, Lin Ci'an is at your nine o'clock position, meters away, with a maximum line of sight lock! Do you need a live close-up?

(No.)

Chu Ziyu didn't even glance in that direction.

(Let him watch. The more anxious he is, the funnier it is.)

(This hunting ground today is a good place to... finish some things.)

He adjusted the position of his gloves slightly.

(I just wonder, who will be the prey today, and who will be the self-righteous hunter?)

The Fourth Prince and several younger princes were mostly excited and curious. They followed their elder brothers or mothers and relatives, rubbing their hands and eager to try.

With the emperor personally shooting the symbolic first arrow, the autumn hunt officially began.

In an instant, the sound of horse hooves rang out like thunder, and countless horses rushed into the vast hunting ground like arrows. The barking of dogs, shouts, and the sound of horns were intertwined.

However, the gazes of some people were always like spider silk, quietly entwining around that cold and lonely moon-white figure.