The prince stepped on me to get to the top, I angrily flirted with the enemy's hostage

A thin mist hung over the alley entrance like a layer of light gauze. The blue-gray roofs were covered with a layer of cool dew, which dripped onto the stone road, making a tapping sound.

Su Rou pushed open the window, and the hot wind, carrying the scent of fireworks from the morning market, blew in her face.

She smoothed down her slightly disheveled raven hair.

Gong Yu leaned against the door, his dark green cloak stained with night dew, its color as dark as the sky before dawn.

He came over early in the morning.

He whispered, "The people have arrived."

The voice was restrained, but one could hear the exhaustion from running all night long.

Su Rou said "hmm" softly.

Gong Yu's gaze paused for a moment at the tip of her hair. "What do you want to eat today? I'll go downstairs and ask someone to prepare it."

Su Rou yawned, "Anything is fine."

Gong Yu noticed that she seemed to be in a bad mood, so he walked up to her and tucked a strand of hair that fell by her ear behind her ear.

"Someone came to harass you yesterday and kept you awake, didn't you? You look really haggard."

He spoke in a sarcastic tone, hinting at Andre.

Su Rou leaned coquettishly into his arms, "Not really, but the things happening in the East are bothering me. What do you think the East's goal is? To overthrow the rule of the South and unify the world?"

Gong Yu rubbed her cheek and said, "Is this... the only thing you care about?"

Su Rou had a pure expression on her face, not understanding what Wang Yu meant. "What else?"

Should we care whether they can beat the Eastern Conference?

Is this something to worry about?

It's just that this matter is a bit troublesome...

Gong Yu laughed, lowered his head and rubbed her lips, "Let's eat first, don't worry too much."

Gong Yu went downstairs first to ask the waiter in the store to prepare.

The Poison Woman and Andre were already waiting downstairs.

Poisonous Woman bowed respectfully towards Gong Yu, "Your Highness Prince Yu."

The old woman has known Gong Yu and Su Rou longer than Andre.

At that time, Gong Yu was still a hostage, Prince Yu.

The old woman got used to it and didn't change it back.

Andre met Gong Yu's gaze.

He nodded to Gong Yu, which was considered a greeting.

When Gong Yu arrived here early in the morning, he made a point of wandering around Andre.

Gong Yu pulled out a stool and sat down aside.

Su Rou stayed in the room for a while before reluctantly going downstairs.

The inn is not big, and the creaking of the old wooden stairs makes your heart beat faster.

There were only four pinewood tables downstairs, three of which were occupied by early-rising merchants.

The old woman and Andre, one young and one old, were guarding the corner.

The poisonous woman had sparse white hair wrapped in an indigo cloth. In her skinny hands she held a pipe, the tobacco burning slowly, with a hint of spicy medicinal aroma in the lingering smell.

When Su Rou and Andre went downstairs, she raised her half-closed eyelids, and a light flashed in the mist, like a knife blade cutting through a dark sheath.

The shopkeeper had just placed two thin-walled porcelain bowls in front of Su Rou: green-stem rice porridge, crispy fried spring rolls, and a plate of braised fish jerky in sauce.

The aroma is steaming.

But at the moment when the poisonous woman sniffed suddenly, her wrinkled face twitched violently.

She came close to Su Rou and said in a hoarse voice, "Wait a minute, young lady."

He pointed at the bowl of porridge with the tip of his chopsticks, "They added purple-backed pansy and red fire powder. It tastes sweet but then bitter. After drinking one bowl, my throat will burn first, and within half a minute, I'll lose my voice and start bleeding."

Su Rou paused slightly, someone was trying to poison her.

The porcelain spoon lightly touched the edge of the bowl, making a crisp "ding" sound, like ice cracking.

She raised her eyes.

The poisonous woman's eyes were cloudy but sharp, like an old cat that had been crawling in the dark for many years.

Andre narrowed his eyes, and a thin short blade slipped out from his sleeve.

Gong Yu leaned against the side of the pillar, his fingertips clasping the hilt of the sword, his eyes as deep as the end of the night.

The air suddenly became still, leaving only tiny sparks from the exploding wick.

The four of them were still reluctant to start eating.

The waiter behind the counter noticed something was wrong, rubbed his hands together and walked over, grinning until his gums wrinkled: "Sir, the porridge must be served hot. The stove in our small place is not very strong, and it will smell fishy if it gets cold."

His voice was gentle, but there was a slight tremor in it.

Su Rou raised her eyes.

The green stick on the waiter's neck twitched slightly, and there seemed to be something protruding from his sleeve.

Almost at the same moment, Andre suddenly attacked, slamming the back of his palm on the table, causing the teacup to tip over.

Before the waiter could react, his wrist was twisted and he was pressed down on the table with a "crack", and wood chips flew everywhere.

The guests at the three tables who were originally eating stood up suddenly, with their weapons unsheathed half an inch from their waists, and their murderous aura was colder than the morning mist.

Ouch...

I can't hold it back any longer.

Su Rou's lips curved slightly, her voice soft but tinged with ice: "Can't you sit still anymore?"

The confrontation lasted only a blink of an eye, but it seemed like a long river stagnant.

The held-down waiter gritted his teeth and said in stiff official language, "Shu Rou! Don't make enemies with the East. Your second mother is our princess. We don't want to fight you. Submit to the East, and we will still be one family."

After saying that, he turned his head to look at Su Rou, with a suppressed fanaticism in his eyes, like a believer venerating a statue of God.

Second mother?

This is about the second wife, Mrs. Meng.

Are these people from the Second Lady’s country?

When the Second Lady was married to my father by the Northern Emperor, none of these people showed up.

Now you stand up and morally blackmail her, saying that they are a family?

What's the difference between this and you walking down the street and a stranger suddenly comes up and says that he is a distant relative of your nephew's aunt?

Totally sick!

Su Rou smiled, her expression unremarkable. "Wumuhan actually bribed you guys too? It's not that I don't want to give her face, but after your princess married my father, she had to bow and greet me whenever she saw a junior like me in the mansion. The title of Second Madam is really cheapened in your mouth."

Su Rou raised the dagger in her hand.

The other party can use Meng to threaten her, it seems that they don't care about Meng.

Just execute him directly.

"Stop!" Just as the knife in Su Rou's hand was about to fall, she was stopped by a shout.

Su Rou looked over and said, "What? Don't worry, none of you can escape."

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man sitting in the corner, who was older than Su Rou.

Look at the dress.

He should be the leader of these people.

Seeing her so arrogant, the other party tried to persuade her earnestly, "We have no ill intentions. Please show mercy, Miss Su."

She placed the dagger on the table instead, crossed one leg, and let the crimson hem of her skirt slip from her boot, like a fiery cloud rolling in the gray morning light. "Your small country's way of entertaining guests is to poison the food? That's not malicious? You came to see me, why didn't you cut off one of your hands to greet me? When Meng married into my family, she will always be my second wife. Back then, your country was small and weak, and you were afraid of mistreating the Northern Kingdom's cavalry, so no one dared to say anything. Now that the dynasty has been overthrown and you've taken refuge with the barbarians, you remember her blood? What a shame."

Her tone was as light as cotton wool, yet it was sharp.

The poisonous woman coughed lightly beside him, and her pipe knocked against the table, sending sparks flying onto Lao Er's fingertips.

The waiter's face was pale, but he was still struggling and shouting, "Your marriage with the Southern Kingdom is a violation of the alliance! Now that the Southern Emperor is incompetent, the Meng family has returned home and should obey their mother clan—"

Before she finished speaking, Su Rou shook her wrist lightly, and the thin blade in her sleeve flew out like a crescent moon.

A line of blood exploded from Xiao Er's elbow. He screamed and his arm hung down limply, but it was not broken, only the tendons and bones were attached. The blood drops hit the wooden floor, blooming like plum blossoms.

Gong Yu took a step forward, his cloak fluttering, and silently grabbed Su Rou's wrist bone -

Not to stop her, but just to hold her trembling knife.

At that moment, his palms were burning like charcoal sticking to the ice veins, suppressing her anger inch by inch.

The two interlocked their fingers, but neither looked at the other, only their breathing overlapped.

Su Rou whispered, "I'm fine."

She waved her hand.

Gong Yu's Adam's apple rolled, and he finally let go.

Su Rou turned to the people on the ground, her voice as cold as if soaked in well water. "You kept your hands to save my Second Madam's reputation, and you kept your lives because someone wants to pass on a message. I don't know much about your country, but if you decide to stand with the eastern part of the desert, I will deal with you and kill you until your country is destroyed."

Su Rou's tone was not one of questioning, but of determination.

Even notifications.

She has that ability.

Su Rou glanced at the other people around her.

They didn't dare to take action, probably because they were afraid of this.

Then, Su Rou waved her hand, and Gong Yu picked up the people one by one and threw them out of the door like rag bags. The wooden boards swayed in the morning breeze, making a dying "creak".

The other customers in the store were silent for a moment, and their swords were quietly sheathed.

The poisonous woman looked at the porridge in front of her, tapped her pipe, and said leisurely, "This bowl of porridge shouldn't be wasted."

After saying this, he took out a white handkerchief from his bosom, spread it on the table, and shook off a few grains of green glutinous rice from the corner of the handkerchief. They landed next to the brown bloodstains. The rice grains were crystal white, like needles hidden in the snow.

She raised her eyes, and Su Rou was reflected in her gray pupils. "Young lady, you are decisive in killing, but fortunately you don't have a soft heart."

Su Rou returned to her seat and sat down. "If I were soft-hearted, I would be bringing disaster upon myself. But what are we going to eat in the morning? This meal is all wasted."

"Miss, wait a moment." The poisonous woman stood up slowly, and her hunched back disappeared into the kitchen.

Gong Yu lowered his head to wipe his sword.

The sharp edge of the blade reflected on his cheek, the lines were sharp but with a barely perceptible weariness.

Su Rou walked over and touched the back of his hand with her fingertips. The temperature was like a hot tear falling on the snow.

He raised his eyes to look at her, his voice low and hoarse, "By the way, when I came looking for you this morning, I met the people from the Yufang caravan and bought some cakes from them. You've been eating the same food in the desert for so many days, so it's time for a change of pace."

As he spoke, Gong Yu took out something wrapped in oil paper from his arms.

"The desert is hot and dry, and it took them a while to get here. Let's finish eating today."

Gong Yu was really willing to give away so much.

Su Rou pulled it open.

There were a few round green dumplings lying inside.

Andre looked at her pinching the green dumpling, putting it into her mouth and taking a bite, and suddenly remembered.

The sheep that was roasted by Su Rou a while ago.

Gong Yu...didn't I find her a long time ago?

He also brought her the lamb.

Su Rou comes from a prominent family and is particular about food.

Andre ignored this point...

But she lives in the royal city.

If you want something.

If she just asked him, he would satisfy her.

Seeing Su Rou chewing the dumpling as if it was her right, Andre understood.

Gong Yu and the people of the Su family all spoiled her.

perhaps……

In the South.

There is no need for Su Rou to speak.

Someone then took the initiative to bring the things to her.

Su Rou said, "If they can poison me, it means they have discovered me. Let's eat our fill first and then we can leave."

She was in no hurry.

Wumuhan probably wouldn't dare to act rashly.

The skin of the green rice dumpling is soft and sticky, and the inside is filled with red bean paste.

The poisonous woman brought over the freshly prepared food.

Su Rou leaned against the table, bored. She picked up a silver fork, pierced the green dumpling, and lightly picked up a little bean paste and put it into her mouth.

The fragrance of mugwort and milk immediately spread.

Gong Yu coughed softly, "Eat one more piece and then stop. You'll feel uncomfortable tomorrow if you eat too much food last night."

Su Rou smiled, but her eyes were filled with unruly tears. "I'm not uncomfortable. If I really get sick, there are people who can take my place."

He took a step forward and gently snatched the silver fork from her fingers.

Their fingertips touched for only a moment, like cool porcelain brushing against warm jade, and both of them paused.

"obedient."