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

Sima Yao nodded firmly. He knew that he had to be strong at this moment and give Gu Nianzhi some support and hope. "Trust me." His eyes revealed an unquestionable determination.

However, deep in his heart, he was also filled with fear and confusion. He didn't know if he could really solve the current predicament, and if he could give Gu Nianzhi a safe and stable future. But he knew that he couldn't retreat, and couldn't show the slightest weakness in front of Gu Nianzhi.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, with only the noisy sounds around them constantly hitting their eardrums. Sima Yao and Gu Nianzhi sat in the car, tightly surrounded by this sudden accident. Their mood was as deadlocked as the chaotic traffic.

All kinds of complaints and curses came from outside the window, one after another, interweaving into a chaotic movement. The sound was like countless flies buzzing in the ears, disturbing people.

"How can you drive like this?" A rough male voice sounded angrily, full of accusations and anger. This voice was like a thunder, instantly breaking through the noisy atmosphere. His voice was rough and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of a strong smell of gunpowder. His face flushed red, and the red spread from his neck to his forehead, like a cooked crab. The veins on his forehead bulged, and the blue veins were like winding earthworms, jumping under his skin, showing his extreme anger at the moment. His eyes were wide open, his eyeballs almost popped out of his eye sockets, and his eyes were spewing anger, as if the person in front of him was his mortal enemy. He clenched his teeth tightly, his cheeks bulged high, and he looked like an enraged lion, who might pounce on the other party and tear him to pieces at any time.

"I'm fully responsible for the rear-end collision, and you still blame me?" Another sharp voice retorted unyieldingly, the voice full of grievance and dissatisfaction. The voice was thin and high, like a rubber band stretched to the extreme, which could break at any time. His eyes were wide open, full of fear and anger, and his eyeballs seemed to be about to fall out. His hands were waving in the air, and his hands were shaking constantly, with his fingers bent into the shape of chicken claws, as if he wanted to grab something to support his defense. His body was also shaking constantly, like a leaf in the wind, which could be blown off at any time. "How should I know this would happen? I'm a victim too!" He shouted loudly, with a sobbing tone in his voice, tears swirling in his eyes, but stubbornly refusing to fall.

"Even if you are fully responsible for the rear-end collision, you can't just park in the middle of the road, right?" The voice was full of helplessness and anger. The person who spoke kept shaking his head, his eyes full of helplessness and anger about the accident. His voice was low and hoarse, with deep fatigue and helplessness. Every word was like a heavy stone, uttered with difficulty from his mouth. His brows were tightly knitted together, forming a deep "川" character, and the wrinkles seemed to hide endless sorrow and troubles. His lips kept trembling, wanting to say something, but didn't know where to start. He could only keep shaking his head, and his head was like a rattle, shaking from side to side. "What the hell is going on? A good day is ruined like this!" He muttered to himself, his voice full of despair and helplessness.

"Did I want to stop? Look for yourself. Someone is 'performing' in the middle of the road." A terrified voice shouted, the voice trembling, and the trembling finger pointed to the middle of the road. His voice seemed to be blown by the cold wind, with a biting chill and undisguised fear. His fingers kept trembling, and they were like dead branches in the wind, which could break at any time. His eyes were full of fear, his pupils dilated, and his eyes stared straight at the middle of the road, as if he saw something extremely scary. "What is that?" He stammered, his teeth kept chattering, making a "clack" sound.

Everyone looked in the direction the man pointed. A man in white clothes with ancient costumes was lying in the middle of the road. There was a lot of blood around him and he seemed very weak. His white clothes were stained with blood, which was shocking, like a torn scroll. The white clothes should have been spotless, but now they were stained with blood. The blood looked more vivid against the white background, like a blooming poppy, beautiful but full of deadly danger. His hair was scattered on his face, covering his eyes, making it difficult to see his face. But from his slightly trembling lips and weak breathing, it can be seen that he is still alive, but his life seems to be slipping away bit by bit.

The bright red blood flashed a strange light in the sun, which made people shudder. The light was like the eyes of a demon, flashing an evil light that made people dare not look directly at it. The blood flowed slowly, forming a small stream, spreading along the cracks in the road. Every drop of blood was like a heavy lead ball, hitting people's hearts, making people feel extremely depressed and terrified.

Some people couldn't help but cover their mouths, their stomachs churning. Some people stepped back in fear, their faces pale as paper. Others stood there in a daze, their minds blank, completely unsure of how to deal with the scene before them.

Gu Nianzhi and Sima Yao were also stunned by this sudden scene. Gu Nianzhi's heartbeat accelerated instantly, and her hand tightly grasped the door handle, her knuckles turning white from the force. "What, what's going on?" Her voice trembled, full of fear and confusion.

Sima Yao's brows knitted tightly together, and a trace of vigilance and worry flashed in his eyes. "I don't know, but the situation doesn't look good." His voice was low and calm, trying to keep himself calm.

The cursing and complaining of the crowd gradually died down, replaced by a deathly silence. Everyone was shocked by the scene before them, and their hearts were filled with fear and uneasiness.

"I, I didn't hit him, why, why is there so much blood?" The driver's voice was trembling, like a leaf in the wind. Every word was trembling, as if squeezed out from the most fearful corner of his soul. His face was pale, bloodless, and his pale face looked particularly terrifying in the sun, like a mask with the life taken away. His lips also lost their color, trembling constantly, and his upper and lower teeth knocked against each other uncontrollably, making a "clack" sound.

His eyes were filled with fear and helplessness, a deep, indescribable fear. His pupils were dilated, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze seemed to be fixed, staring at the shocking blood on the ground, unable to move away. His body also unconsciously stepped back, as if he wanted to escape from this terrible scene. Every step back was like a desperate tug-of-war with the invisible fear, his steps were weak and he stumbled, as if he would collapse to the ground in the next second.

The man slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were confused and helpless. His eyelids were like heavy lead blocks, and he lifted them with difficulty, revealing a pair of eyes full of confusion and fear. His eyes were wandering, as if he was shrouded in a thick fog and couldn't see the world in front of him clearly. He looked at the people around him with a defensive look on his face, like a wounded beast facing an unknown threat. His eyes were full of vigilance and uneasiness, as if everyone around him was a potential enemy who could launch a fatal attack on him at any time.

His eyes wandered among the crowd, trying to find a familiar atmosphere, but he only saw strange and indifferent faces. Every face in his eyes was like a blurry phantom, flashing by quickly, but none of them could make him feel a little warmth and comfort. His heart was filled with despair and loneliness, as if he had been abandoned by the world in this cold corner.

"Where is this?" The man's voice was weak and confused, with a strong sense of fear and anxiety. His voice was like the wheezing of an old bellows, hoarse and broken. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from a dry throat with difficulty, with stinging and bitterness. His lips were cracked, with bloody cuts crisscrossing like dry land. His voice was hoarse, as if it had been polished by sandpaper, losing its original roundness and clarity. It was like a traveler who had been lost in the desert for a long time, and the extreme thirst and fatigue made him almost lose the strength to speak.

People around gathered around and talked about it.

"Why is this man wearing ancient costume?" a young girl said in surprise, her eyes wide open, full of curiosity and confusion. Her voice was crisp and sharp, standing out in the noisy environment. Her eyes were shining with excitement, as if she had found a new toy. She held the arm of her friend next to her tightly with both hands and leaned forward to see the man more clearly.

"Are they filming a movie?" a middle-aged man guessed, looking up and down at the man, trying to find some clues. His eyes revealed a hint of doubt and thought, and his brows were slightly furrowed, forming deep lines. He folded his hands in front of his chest, looking thoughtful, as if trying to solve this mystery.

"No, he looks like he's seriously injured." An old lady frowned and said, her eyes full of sympathy and worry. Her face was covered with traces of time, and every wrinkle told of the vicissitudes of life. She shook her head and sighed softly, her eyes full of pity. She unconsciously put her hands together, as if silently praying for the man.

The car in front of her was motionless. Gu Nianzhi turned off the engine, sighed tiredly, turned to look at Sima Yao, and said, "This traffic jam is so bad, let's go down and see what's going on." There was a hint of irritation and helplessness in her voice. Her brows were tightly twisted together, forming a deep "川" character, and her eyes were full of anxiety and fatigue. Fine beads of sweat oozed out of her forehead, sparkling in the sun.

Sima Yao nodded, and the two of them opened the car door together and stepped into the chaotic atmosphere. Gu Nianzhi's footsteps were a little heavy, and every step was like stepping on cotton, weak and empty. Her heartbeat accelerated rapidly, as if beating a drum, and her heart was filled with anxiety about the unknown. Sima Yao's expression was serious, his lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were firm and calm. He scanned the crowd, trying to quickly understand the situation.

Gu Nianzhi looked at the man on the ground, and an inexplicable sympathy surged in her heart. "What on earth is going on?" She asked herself silently in her heart, and an impulse to help him arose spontaneously. Sima Yao was observing the reactions of the people around him, thinking about the possible reasons behind this sudden incident.

They squeezed through the crowd and approached the injured man. Gu Nianzhi squatted down and asked softly, "Can you hear me?" Her voice was gentle and concerned, trying to comfort the man. Sima Yao stood aside, watching the surroundings vigilantly to prevent any unexpected situations.

When the man heard Gu Nianzhi's voice, he turned his head slightly, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, but was quickly replaced by confusion. Seeing his reaction, Gu Nianzhi became more determined to help him.

It was midsummer, the sun was high in the sky, the blazing fireball was scorching the earth mercilessly, the hot air seemed to be frozen, making people feel extremely bored. There was not a single cloud in the sky, the blue was almost transparent, but it could not bring any coolness to people. The sun pierced straight down like a sharp sword, and the road surface was covered with rolling heat waves. The distorted scene visible to the naked eye made the whole world seem illusory and unreal.

The noisy horns on the road were blaring one after another, sharp and piercing, like a group of angry beasts roaring. The sound entered people's ears, adding to their anxiety. Every horn sound was like a heavy blow to the heart, making people's nerves more tense.

Gu Nianzhi frowned slightly, her beautiful eyebrows twisted together tightly, forming a deep "川" character. Fine beads of sweat had seeped out of her forehead, and those beads of sweat emerged one by one, gathering into a small stream, slowly flowing down her forehead. She raised her hand to smooth her sweat-soaked hair, which stuck to her cheeks, bringing a wet and uncomfortable feeling, making her even more upset.

Her eyes were full of anxiety and helplessness, and her gaze kept wandering outside the car window. She turned her head to look at Sima Yao and said, "This traffic jam is so bad, let's go down and see what's going on." There was obvious irritation in her voice, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth.

Sima Yao nodded, his expression equally solemn. The two opened the car door together and stepped into the chaotic atmosphere. A wave of heat rushed over them, as if to swallow them up.

She managed to find a gap in the crowded crowd and stood on tiptoe to see what was happening ahead. She leaned forward, her toes raised high and her neck stretched out. The people around her pushed and shoved her, making her stand a little unstable, but she still persisted in wanting to see what was going on.