Prince! The political conspiracy is not a play, the show is real

Chu Huanjun searched for a long time at the bottom of the cliff but found nothing and finally returned empty-handed.

When he climbed back up the cliff, he saw Song Zhishou squatting there waiting for him - Song Zhishou didn't find anyone either, but he was holding a piece of broken Ruqing porcelain in his hand, which was the only discovery he had made along the way.

Chu Huanjun rubbed his forehead with a headache and whispered, "Where can this girl go?"

Song Zhishou handed the porcelain fragment to Chu Huanjun and said, "Your Highness, this material doesn't look like something produced in the countryside. It looks more like it came from craftsmanship in the capital. It's probably no coincidence that it appeared in this sparsely populated area."

Chu Huanjun took the ceramic fragment, held it between his fingers, examined it carefully for a while, and murmured, "It's him..."

Song Zhishou was confused and asked in a low voice, "Your Highness, do you have an idea in mind?"

Chu Huanjun took a deep breath, as if sighing, and said, "What a coincidence. This is a tea set I asked the famous craftsman Xu Qing from the north of the city to make a few days ago. I gave it to my father when I took some time to see him. My father was angry with me that day, saying that he had too many tea sets and didn't want this ordinary one. Zuo Tang was there that day, and to help me save face, he asked my father for this tea set."

He paused, then continued, "I spent a fortune with Xu Qing to produce porcelain in this unique color. This porcelain color is truly not available anywhere else, and there's no other like it, even in the capital."

Song Zhishou frowned and said, "Zuo Tang? He came to Qingshui Town too?!"

Chu Huanjun didn't say anything else, only asked: "Have you found a horse?"

Song Zhishou shook his head and said, "Your Highness, there's a war going on here, and horse resources are very tight, let alone finding horses in this rural town..."

Before Song Zhishou could finish, Chu Huanjun quickly stepped forward, untied the mule tied to the peach tree, and led it to Song Zhishou, saying, "There's no other way to go now. There's a dead end on the cliff ahead. I've already gone down to explore, but found nothing. They must have gone somewhere else. Shi Taoyao has marked the path along the way with pink gauze. You get on the mule and follow the directions of these marks. Go ahead, okay?"

Before Song Zhishou could react, Chu Huanjun pushed him hard onto the mule's back, startling the mule so much that it let out a hoarse neigh.

Ride... ride a mule?

By the time Song Zhishou realized what was happening, the mule under his crotch had already started running forward, ignoring his struggles.

Chu Huanjun was running ahead with his Qinggong skills——

It was the first time that Song Zhishou saw Prince Yi so anxious and irritated. He usually looked elegant, calm and composed. But now, it seemed that not only Shi Taoyao was in big trouble, but Chu Huanjun was also in big trouble.

The two of them hurriedly followed the marks left by Tao Yao and found the teahouse. At this time, the door of the teahouse was wide open, and a pool of black blood was lying on the mud at the door.

Chu Huanjun stepped forward quickly, feeling as if a knife had cut into his heart. The pain was overwhelming, causing his heart to tremble uncontrollably.

"Shi Taoyao, you must not be in any danger. If anything happens to you, even if I turn into a wild ghost, I will dig three feet into the ground, even if I have to find all the soul-callers in the world. I will see you again at all costs..."

Chu Huanjun muttered to himself as he searched the entire teahouse like lightning, but found nothing. When he finally reached the attic, he saw the bloodstains all over the room, and his heart ached even more.

In the pool of blood, one could vaguely see a piece of peach pink skirt that had been cut off by a knife. The skirt was soaked in blood and had been dyed half dark red and half light red.

In the Temple of the Flower God, amidst the red flowers and green willows, Tao Yao, wearing her brand new skirt, ran joyfully before his eyes amidst the lush spring air - that scene flashed through Chu Huanjun's mind again.

So fresh, so bright, she blossomed like a spring flower, and those were the best years of her life.

She couldn't die like this - Chu Huanjun comforted himself in his heart.

She is so smart, she will live well and wait for him to save her.

Chu Huanjun grabbed the blood-stained skirt and stuffed it nonchalantly into the inside of her snow-white, spotless clothes, allowing the blood to stain her chest with a faint red.

Song Zhishou followed from behind, taking in the situation inside the room, his brow furrowed. Seeing the bloodshot on Chu Huanjun's chest and the sorrowful look on his face, Song Zhishou wanted to ask something, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"Let's go and keep looking. They shouldn't have gone too far."

Chu Huanjun sucked in a breath of cold air, and while giving the order, he turned over and jumped down from the second floor of the attic, and left in a hurry again.

Song Zhishou was not good at martial arts, so he had to quickly grab the mule and ride it to catch up with Chu Huanjun.

The weather in March is very changeable. Just a moment ago, it was sunny and bright, and then suddenly it started to rain lightly.

Although it is not as cold as winter, the fine and continuous rain hitting the neck without clothes and sliding down the neck into the body is enough to make people shiver.

Tao Yao carried Lu Che on her back, not knowing how long they had walked. She was truly exhausted, but even though her legs were trembling and she was about to fall, she didn't dare stop.

She was afraid that there were pursuers behind her and that Lu Che could not hold on any longer, so she could only move forward regardless of anything else, without looking back or stopping.

"Lu Che, don't sleep yet. Wait until we get back to Qingshui Town, find Cheng Tianshui, apply some medicine, and stop the bleeding. Then you can have a good, peaceful sleep, okay?"

Tao Yao patted Lu Che's head, but it felt icy cold. He had lost too much blood and was already suffering from hypothermia.

The rain was getting heavier, gradually soaking Tao Yao's hair. She had styled her hair into a peach blossom bun, imitating the fashionable style, in order to go with Lu Che to the Flower God Temple Fair and wear the beautiful skirt Lu Che had given her. It perfectly matched the peach blossom hairpin Lu Che had given her.

But now the bun was in no shape at all, hanging here and there, and now it was completely messed up by the rain.

The raindrops hit Taoyao's face, and she couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears and snot. Taoyao raised her hand and wiped her face carelessly. The fishy smell of blood and the bitter taste of tears immediately entered her nose and mouth, all of which gave her a splitting headache.