Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

Arrows flew everywhere, and prey kept falling to the ground, howling. The air gradually filled with the faint smell of blood, mixed with the smell of dust and grass.

(This autumn hunting ground is much more interesting than the lifeless and drab Golden Palace where rules and regulations are enforced everywhere.)

(6872: ヽ(￣▽￣)? Boss, are you saying that the place is big and convenient for stretching?)

(With open space, “accidents”…are more likely to happen, right?)

(6872:!!!∑(?Д?ノ)ノ Accident?! What do you want, sir? Do you need me to plan an escape route in advance?)

(No need. Perhaps... a little surprise is what's needed. After all, that clueless guy is really beyond my reach.)

At this moment, a colorful pheasant was startled and jumped out from the grass.

Chu Ziyu seemed to be distracted. He casually drew his bow and arrow. The arrow flew away, but just brushed past the pheasant's gorgeous tail feathers without hurting it at all.

It only made it more panicked and drove towards the valley ahead where the forest was becoming increasingly dense.

An arrow shot from behind and instantly hit the pheasant.

Chu Ziyu looked back and saw Lin Ci'an sitting upright on the horse, having just put down his arm that was drawing the bow.

Those eyes were looking at him, with complex and difficult-to-determine emotions surging in them - there was lingering hostility, a hint of barely perceptible pride, and more importantly, some kind of long-suppressed anxiety trying to break the deadlock.

"Your Highness's archery skills seem to be rusty."

Lin Ci'an spoke first. He rode his horse slowly forward, closing the distance between them.

Chu Ziyu's gaze lightly swept over the pheasant that was still twitching after being pierced through the throat by an arrow, and then fell back to Lin Ci'an's face.

"Gu Doctor Lin is quite good with the archery. But, is it the rule of Gu Doctors to steal other people's prey?"

Lin Ci'an's expression darkened slightly, and he gripped the reins tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white: "It's just a pheasant.

There are many ferocious beasts in this hunting ground. If Your Highness is not an expert archer, it is best not to venture into dangerous areas alone."

Upon hearing this, Chu Ziyu chuckled softly, but there was no warmth in his laughter. "Dangerous place? Is Doctor Lin showing concern for me, or... warning me?"

He leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice so that only the two of them could hear:

"Or, Doctor Lin, do you think that after you wantonly humiliated me like that, I, Chu Ziyu, am such a magnanimous person who doesn't hold grudges?"

His eyes were extremely cold, filled with undisguised hatred and contempt.

"Your current attitude of feigning concern, as if nothing has happened, only makes me feel... even more disgusted."

Every word was extremely clear, like the loudest slap in the face, slapping Lin Ci'an hard in the face.

All the calmness he tried to maintain and all the disguises of struggle were completely shattered.

The unbearableness and madness of that night, the deepest meanness and sin in his heart, were torn open by Chu Ziyu in the most direct and humiliating way, and exposed to the autumn sun.

Lin Ci'an's body shook violently, as if he was hit by an invisible hammer. The blood drained from his face, and even his lips lost their color.

"You..." His throat seemed to be strangled and he could only squeeze out broken syllables.

"drive."

Chu Ziyu had already stood up and stopped looking at his shocked expression, as if looking at him any longer would be dirty.

He gave a light scolding, shook the reins suddenly, and galloped towards the densely wooded valley.

(Yes.)

(How could he forget?)

(How could he have been so naive as to think that after that night, there would be any room for improvement between them?)

Chu Ziyu is right.

He is despicable.

He is dirty.

He is a complete beast who uses violence to satisfy his selfish desires.

But...so what?!

A darker, more paranoid emotion suddenly overwhelmed the overwhelming sense of guilt.

The strong possessive desire was like poison ivy, entwining his heart madly, getting tighter and tighter.

(He provoked me first!)

He raised his head and looked at Chu Ziyu's back as he rode away on horseback. His eyes were no longer filled with pain and regret, but with a dark light of determination to win.

(Disgusting, huh?)

(Then let it be disgusting.)