Cut off my tendons in my hands and feet to make me marry? Prepare to die!

Qingquan Villa is located in the western suburbs of the capital, and Yue Ran soon arrived at the west city gate.

The soldiers guarding the city had already put on their winter cloaks and kept urging the people entering and leaving the city gate to speed up.

Yue Ran waited until there were fewer people at the gate, then rode his horse through the city gate.

The soldiers guarding the city all knew her face and automatically let her pass without any pass.

Yue Ran had already noticed that someone was following her, but at the moment she needed to get to Qingquan Villa as quickly as possible.

If the person behind her knows what's good for her, just leave on her own. Otherwise, don't blame her for being rude when they get to a less crowded place on the road.

Not long after, a tall man in a black brocade robe rode a white horse to the city gate. He had a high nose, deep eyes, extremely fair skin, and long black hair that curled slightly. He looked different from ordinary people in Da Chu. The soldiers guarding the city immediately stopped him:

"Stop, who are you and where are you going?"

The man in black smiled, blinding the eyes of the passing aunties and girls.

He took out a token from his pocket:

"Your Majesty has ordered me to go to the Fahua Temple on Qingquan Mountain. Please be accommodating."

When the soldiers guarding the city saw the token in his hand, they had to hesitate to move aside and waved slowly.

The young man in black nodded and smiled again, and the aunties and girls on the side of the road exclaimed in a low voice again.

The tall black figure riding a white horse quickly disappeared into the vast snow outside the city gate.

The soldiers guarding the city couldn't help but murmur:

"He looks like a bad guy who attracts bees and butterflies. Your Majesty, why did you let him go to the Fahua Temple?"

He looked at the people queuing at the city gate, some of whom were little girls covering their red faces and looking towards the outside of the city, and he felt even more angry:

"Hurry up, it's snowing so hard, why are you just standing there?"

Outside the West City Gate, there were not many pedestrians on the road. The wind and snow were getting stronger and stronger, and the vision was gradually becoming blurred.

Murong Hui narrowed his eyes, held the reins and stood still for a moment, judging the situation. The oncoming wind blew the snowflakes and continuously hit his face.

He took a deep breath, opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Qingquan Mountain, and chuckled:

"What a coincidence."

He gave a light shout, and the white horse under him raised its head and neighed, then galloped towards Qingquan Mountain.

In the boundless snow and wind, a handsome man in black brocade robe rode a majestic white horse and walked through the snow, like a flash of lightning cutting through the snow curtain.

His black brocade robe looked even more eye-catching against the backdrop of the white snow. The robe was bound at the waist by a wide belt, outlining the man's broad shoulders and narrow waist. He looked like a black eagle in the night sky, agile and upright.

His eyes were always fixed on the looming red figure at the end of the road ahead.

As he continued to move forward, the red color seemed to gradually expand from a small dot in his field of vision.

Finally he realized that it was not his illusion. The woman in red had stopped her horse at some point and turned around, waiting for him to approach.

Yue Ran's red cloak fluttered in the wind and snow. Snowflakes fell on her face and quickly melted into water droplets, adding a touch of moist glow to her face.

The cold wind whistled in her ears, ruffling her silky black hair, but it could not shake her resolute expression.

Murong Hui drove his horse closer and closer, and only reined in when he was about ten feet away from Yue Ran. The man on the white horse stood up, neighed a few times, and finally stopped.

Yue Ran slowly drew out the long sword from her waist. The sword shone with cold light, reflecting her frosty eyes.

She gently swung the sword, pointing the tip at Murong Hui as a warning.

"Why are you following me?"

The wind and snow were getting stronger and stronger, and countless snowflakes as big as goose feathers were falling between the sky and the earth.

Murong Hui's face was a little blurry in the snow, but Yue Ran could still feel his eyes staring at her.

She also discovered something strange: in such a heavy snowstorm, Murong Hui was only wearing a black brocade robe. Not to mention fox fur, he didn't even wear a cloak.

He actually followed her all the way out of the city? Wasn't he afraid of freezing to death?

Murong Hui looked at Yue Ran's black and white eyes, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Yeah, why should he follow her?

Seeing her walking towards the city gate on the main street of the capital, he didn't even blink before jumping downstairs and chasing after her.

He was silent for a moment, then spoke honestly:

"The snow is strong, I'm worried about you."

Yue Ran was a little stunned and couldn't help but look at Murong Hui with wide eyes.

He was really handsome, with a face like finely carved white jade, sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, a high nose bridge, and lips like light peach blossoms. Even in this snowy environment, he still looked stunning.

Yue Ran was really surprised that such a face would say such words as soon as he opened his mouth.

She looked up at the sky. It was getting dark early in the snowstorm, so she had no time to greet Murong Hui.

"I am going to my own manor. There is no danger. There is no need for the Eleventh Prince to worry. Please excuse me, Yue Ran, for leaving."

After saying that, she tightened the reins, turned around and continued galloping towards Qingquan Mountain.

Murong Hui looked at the slender back like a red cloud and couldn't help but pat his lips lightly:

"Why do you become a fool when you see her!"

Then a light flashed in his eyes, and he spurred his horse and continued to chase after Yue Ran.

Soon the two were galloping side by side in the snow, and the speed of the two horses, one black and one white, were now almost equal.

Yue Ran frowned slightly and glanced at Murong Hui.

Murong Hui met her gaze with a smile:

"Your Majesty ordered me to go to the Fahua Temple to light a long-burning lamp for the peace talks between the two countries. The princess and I are on the same route."

Yue Ran pursed her lips, looked forward again, and ignored Murong Hui.

No one would believe his words.

There is no urgent need to light the eternal lamp, so why bother going to Fahua Temple in such a heavy snowstorm?

Yue Ran could feel that Murong Hui's target was her.

She felt no fear.

She had made it through the deadly pile of thousands of soldiers and horses. She was confident enough to defeat Murong Hui alone.

"Fahua Temple is halfway up the mountain. After the eleventh prince enters the mountain, he will need to hurry on his way. Yue Ran will not be able to accompany him then."

Yue Ran looked at the outline of Qingquan Villa getting closer and closer in front of him, and a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

If I let you follow, can you follow Zhuangzi?

As the sound of Yue Ran's horse's hooves approached, the gate of Qingquan Villa had already opened. A group of people who stayed in the villa rushed to the door, looking in the direction of Yue Ran.

"Hey? The princess brought someone with her?" A young man in a fur coat pointed at Yue Ran and Murong Hui, his hoarse voice was particularly loud.

"Oh, that young man is so handsome. This is his appearance. Why doesn't he look like a person from the Great Chu?" The fat old lady stared at Murong Hui with her hands covering her eyebrows.

The old man with a goatee calmly reminded everyone: "Don't block the gate, let the princess enter the manor."

Everyone quickly dispersed to make way.

Yue Ran raised the whip, the black horse under his crotch neighed, and rushed into Qingquan Villa at lightning speed.

Murong Hui stopped at the gate of the villa.

Yue Ran's clear voice came from the villa:

"The mountain road ahead leads to the Fahua Temple. Eleventh Prince, I'm sorry I can't see you off!"

As the voice fell on his horse, the fur coat on the young man at the door also fell on his horse's back.

The people in the villa then realized that the handsome young man was not a guest of the villa.

"My fur coat—"

The young man howled in a duck voice.

Then Yue Ran shut him up with a sentence, “I’ll buy you a new one.”

Murong Hui watched the door of the villa close mercilessly in front of him, looked down at the fur coat in his hands, and smiled helplessly.

Fortunately, she was safe on the journey, and he felt relieved.