The prince loves me like his life, but I force him to rebel

Every syllable that came out of Sima Yao's throat was like a painful groan, telling of his inner pain and regret. His body was trembling slightly, as if he was enduring great pain, but trying hard to maintain the last bit of dignity.

silence.

The silence was embarrassing. This silence was like a pool of stagnant water, so oppressive that it almost suffocated people. The air around seemed to be frozen, and every breeze could not penetrate the heavy silence. Sima Yao's breathing became rapid and heavy, and his chest rose and fell violently with his breathing, as if the waves in his heart could not be calmed down.

The air seemed to freeze, time seemed to stand still, and every second seemed so long. It was an excruciatingly long time, as if time was infinitely stretched, and every moment was magnified into eternity. Every breath seemed to be under tremendous pressure, and every heartbeat seemed to be a lonely cry in the darkness.

It really feels like a long time...

After a few seconds, it was Cen Yu who broke the uncomfortable silence.

"The main purpose of coming here today is not just to tell the prince that Nianzhi is my fiancée, but because my fiancée begged me to save you from the dire situation." Cen Yu's voice was steady and powerful, and it was particularly clear in the silent atmosphere, like a heavy hammer that broke the silence. His tone was neither fast nor slow, and every word was clearly heard by everyone, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

"Save me?" Sima Yao raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of suspicion and vigilance, staring closely at Cen Yu, carefully examining him from top to bottom. His eyes were like sharp blades, trying to find even the slightest flaw in Cen Yu's face and demeanor. His eyes were sharp and cold, not missing any subtle changes in Cen Yu's expression. He secretly wondered in his heart what kind of man could make Gu Nianzhi so infatuated, even willing to commit herself to him. Every thought rolled in his mind, making him even more confused and uneasy. That look was full of inquiry and questioning, as if he wanted to see through Cen Yu's soul.

"Let's be frank. Your Highness is now facing internal and external troubles. There are treacherous officials in the court, and powerful enemies outside. If you are not careful, you will be doomed. Am I wrong?" Cen Yu spoke slowly. His tone was as calm as water, but his confident and confident look seemed to have an invisible force that could not be ignored. His eyes were firm and deep, and he met Sima Yao's scrutinizing gaze directly. His expression was calm and confident, as if everything was under his control. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Sima Yao's heart.

Sima Yao's brows knitted together instantly, and his eyes became deeper, like a bottomless pool of water. He fell into deep thought, thinking about the true intention behind Cen Yu's words. After a moment, he raised his head, looked at Cen Yu again, and asked coldly, "How much do you know, sir?" His voice was low and suppressed, as if squeezed out from between his teeth. His eyes were full of doubt and vigilance, as if he was facing an unknown enemy. The voice echoed in the air, with a hint of chill.

"Everything you know and what you don't know." Cen Yu said slowly, while gracefully opening the fan in his hand and gently shaking it. On the fan was an ordinary landscape painting, with undulating mountains and gurgling water, delicate brushstrokes and profound artistic conception. The breeze from the fan gently brushed Sima Yao's face, but it could not soothe the waves in his heart. However, the red seal next to it instantly attracted Sima Yao's full attention.

This is the seal of Sima Yao's grandfather. Outsiders do not know the secrets of the unique pattern and shape of the seal, but Sima Yao is very familiar with it. The grandfather has his own private seal, which he only uses to stamp on his most cherished calligraphy and paintings. The seal is like a mysterious spell, instantly pulling Sima Yao's thoughts back to the memories of the past. The memories came like a tide, causing his heart to surge again.

Sima Yao's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the doubts in his heart became more and more intense. "Who are you?" Sima Yao raised his eyes again and looked at Cen Yu more carefully, not missing any subtle expression on his face. Faces flashed through his mind quickly, trying to find any face that could match the person in front of him, but it was in vain. His eyes were full of eagerness and desire, hoping to find a clue from Cen Yu's answer to solve this mystery. That look was like a pair of hands groping in the dark, eager to grasp a ray of light.

Cen Yu smiled slightly, and there was something mysterious and unpredictable in that smile. "My Lord, don't be anxious. Some things need time to be explained slowly." His voice was still calm, but it made Sima Yao even more uneasy.

"Me?" Cen Yu smiled faintly, and that smile seemed to be covered with a veil, revealing endless mystery. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, the arc was beautiful but elusive, as if there were thousands of words hidden in this smile.

There was a barely perceptible light in his eyes, like the stars hidden behind the clouds in the night sky. Although it was only a brief flash, it was enough to arouse people's imagination. "I am Cen Yu, the leader of the Flying Eagle Sect." His voice was low and magnetic, as if it came from the depths of the valley, with a unique charm. Every word was clear and powerful, as if it could penetrate people's hearts.

Sima Yao's brows furrowed even more tightly, like two thick ropes tangled together, and the deep wrinkles were full of doubt and vigilance. His eagle-like sharp eyes locked tightly on Cen Yu, as if he wanted to use this gaze to dissect Cen Yu's soul. "Then why do you want to interfere in my affairs?" Sima Yao asked relentlessly, his voice full of majesty, like thunder and lightning, shocking people's hearts.

Cen Yu put away his smile, and his expression instantly became solemn and serious. He straightened his spine, and his straight body was like a pine tree standing tall in the mountains, tenacious and unyielding. He looked at Sima Yao firmly and said solemnly: "Your Highness, some things cannot be explained in a few words. But I believe you can also feel Nianzhi's concern for you. I came here this time because she asked me to do so." His tone was sincere and sincere, and every word seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, full of sincerity. However, there was a hint of imperceptible worry in the depths of his eyes, and that worry was like a faint haze, looming.

Sima Yao's eyes became complicated, and his heart was like a bottle of five flavors overturned, with all kinds of flavors intertwined. Nianzhi's gentle yet stubborn face emerged in his mind, and her every look and every smile were like a deep mark engraved in his heart. Her care and her deep affection were like a warm spring breeze, gently blowing through his heart. However, the sudden appearance of Cen Yu in front of him made him fall into deep thought and confusion.

The famous Feiying Sect in the martial arts world. The Feiying Sect is said to have a close relationship with the Bai family. In everyone's imagination, the leader of such a martial arts sect should be a man who has experienced many vicissitudes and is over 80 years old. The marks of time should have left deep marks on his face, and his eyes reveal the depth and sophistication of being weathered. However, the man standing in front of him at this moment is just a handsome man in his early thirties? He is tall and straight, like a pine tree standing proudly on the edge of a cliff, and he remains steadfast despite the howling wind. His slender and straight figure looks even more handsome in the breeze, as if it contains endless strength and determination. He has a handsome face, firm and clear lines, and every contour is like a carefully carved work of art. The high bridge of his nose is like a mountain peak, and his thin and tightly pursed lips reveal a resolute temperament. Those sword-like eyebrows are like a sharp sword unsheathed, exuding an imposing heroic spirit; those star-like eyes are deep and bright, as if hiding the vast starry sky, flashing with mysterious light.

"It's me." Cen Yu waved his fan, and the breeze blew gently, his hair fluttering in the wind, adding a bit of unrestrained charm. His voice was neither hurried nor slow, like a spring flowing in the mountains, clear and soothing, and he spoke slowly. "For a martial arts sect like us, profit is always the most important thing. Now the two armies are fighting, and the situation is chaotic. I will help whoever gives me benefits." His eyes were shrewd and decisive, and he met Sima Yao's scrutinizing eyes with an open gaze. That look seemed to say that this is the way to survive in the martial arts world, and there is no need to hide.

Sima Yao was so smart that he immediately understood the purpose of Cen Yu's visit after hearing these words. His brows slightly wrinkled, and his eyes became deeper and deeper, like a bottomless pool, making it difficult for people to peek into his true thoughts. He secretly guessed Cen Yu's true intentions in his heart. Did he really want to cooperate, or was there an ulterior motive behind it? The Flying Eagle Sect has always been mysterious in the martial arts world, and has inextricable connections with various forces. Now that they suddenly intervene in his affairs, is it a blessing or a curse?

Cen Yu sensed Sima Yao's suspicion, but he remained calm and not panicked at all. He continued, "Your Highness, you are in a high position, so you naturally understand the complicated conflicts of interest in this world. Our Feiying Sect has established itself in the martial arts world, and we also need to find a way out for many of our disciples. Now the situation is turbulent, and all parties are ready to make a move. If we can work together with Your Highness, it will undoubtedly be a rare opportunity for both parties." His words were steady and powerful, revealing a deep insight into the situation and a firm belief in the future.

Sima Yao was silent for a moment, then said coldly: "It's easy for you to say that. How can I believe you? The reputation of your Feiying Sect is not flawless in the world." His voice was full of doubt and vigilance, and his eyes were like a cold sword, piercing straight at Cen Yu.

Cen Yu smiled slightly and said calmly: "Your Highness, rumors in the martial arts world are often exaggerated and should not be believed. The Bai family and my Feiying Sect are just ordinary business dealings and there is no deep-level collusion. I, Cen Yu, have always acted uprightly. This time I came to discuss cooperation with Your Highness only to seek a win-win situation. There is absolutely no falsehood." His eyes were firm and clear, and he did not avoid Sima Yao's scrutinizing gaze.

Sima Yao snorted coldly: "The reputation of the Flying Eagle Sect? Humph, it is rumored in the martial arts world that the Flying Eagle Sect is ruthless and will stop at nothing to achieve its goals. Now you keep saying that you want to cooperate, how can I believe that there is no trick involved?" His eyes became more and more sharp, staring at Cen Yu closely, trying to find a flaw in his expression and eyes.

Cen Yu's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure, which was like a calm lake, deep and calm: "Your Highness, when you are in the martial world, you will inevitably be troubled by rumors. But I, Cen Yu, dare to guarantee with the reputation of Feiyingmen that I have no ill intentions in coming here this time. I know that Your Highness has great ambitions and great talents. If I can work hand in hand with you, I will surely create a great career in this troubled world."

Sima Yao stared at Cen Yu closely, his eyes as sharp as a torch, as if he wanted to see through his inner world. However, Cen Yu remained calm and firm, without any retreat or evasion.

"Do you want to negotiate with me?" Sima Yao's sharp eyes locked onto Cen Yu, as if he wanted to see through his soul, trying to capture more information from even the slightest change in his expression. His voice was low and magnetic, but with a hint of subtle vigilance, like a dark river flowing in a deep valley, cold and mysterious. His eyes contained the majesty of an emperor, mixed with a sense of defense against the unknown, as if Cen Yu was an unknown mystery that required his keen insight to solve.

"Not a talk." Cen Yu faced Sima Yao's oppressive gaze with full confidence, his mouth slightly raised, revealing a confident smile. That smile was like the sun that suddenly appeared in spring, seemingly warm and gentle, but also elusive, as if hiding endless mysteries. "I just came to tell you my conditions. I believe it will be beneficial to you, and such conditions must be very tempting to you." His tone was firm and resolute, as if everything was under his control. Every word he said was sonorous and powerful, like the roar of a war drum, full of unquestionable momentum. There was an indescribable light in Cen Yu's eyes, which was a light intertwined with confidence and strategy, making it difficult to discern his true intentions.

"Tell me about it?" Sima Yao folded his hands in front of his chest, his expression serious and solemn, with a trace of inquiry in his eyes, as if he was a judge examining a case, not letting go of any clues. He straightened his spine, like an unshakable mountain, resolute and steady, ready to face the coming storm, showing unparalleled majesty and determination. Sima Yao's brows were slightly wrinkled, forming a deep ravine. In his heart, he was weighing the truth of Cen Yu's words, thinking about the conspiracy and calculations that might be hidden behind them.