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

Tao Yao's heart was filled with turmoil. Zhong Wuyou wanted to kill her, and she would definitely not be able to escape this fate. Why? Could it be that Chu Huanjun had not reached an agreement with him, and Chu Huanjun had really intercepted all the goods from Wuyan Pavilion?

"I don't understand. Pavilion Master is determined to kill me. Is it because he has an unfinished business with Prince Yi and wants to take my life to vent his anger? Or is there some other reason?"

Although Tao Yao was afraid, she was used to following Chu Huanjun, and she had finally learned his calm demeanor. It must be said that this skill was quite useful in situations like this, where she was facing a powerful enemy.

Zhong Wuyou looked at the peaceful smile on Tao Yao's face, and the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed, with an elusive meaning in his eyes.

"No wonder Prince Yi kept you by his side." Zhong Wuyou smiled faintly, and there seemed to be a hint of... sadness in that smile?

"You and her are a little similar." Zhong Wuyou said again.

she? who?

Tao Yao's mind was in a tangle. Zhong Wuyou's behavior was erratic and difficult for her to understand. Right now, she was powerless and could only hold the golden hairpin tightly in her hand. If necessary, she would unleash the sharp blade and pierce the enemy's vital point.

In a flash, Zhong Wuyou suddenly pulled out the dagger from Lu Che's waist and rushed towards Tao Yao like thunder. With a quick wave of his hand, the cold blade was already against Tao Yao's neck.

Almost at the same time, Tao Yao also thrust out the golden hairpin in her hand. However, Zhong Wuyou had been in the martial arts world for many years and had much more combat experience than Tao Yao. He instantly turned his head to avoid the hairpin that was about to pierce his throat.

Suddenly, bright red blood spurted out from somewhere.

Zhong Wuyou suddenly felt a slight chill beside his ear, and something wet and sticky splashed half of his face.

After the cold feeling, he felt warm again - the blood, which still carried his body temperature, was rushing out from the cold spot on the side of his face.

At that moment, all his senses were numb. The wind around him seemed to suddenly quiet down, while the roar emanating from his body grew louder and louder.

Zhong Wuyou was very familiar with this feeling. He had experienced this kind of pain several years ago.

The real pain came after the numbness. Zhong Wuyou couldn't help but count down the time silently. Sure enough, the pain came like a tide, sweeping towards his right ear.

His right ear was cut off by Tao Yao using that slender golden hairpin.

Zhong Wuyou lowered his head and saw his right ear, which had been separated from his face, rolling into the mud at his feet. The sense of shame that had been hidden in his heart for a long time surged up in his heart again.

He burst into wild laughter, but he could not hear the laughter clearly. He could only see a layer of blood mist in front of his eyes. This was the murderous aura that he had not felt for many years.

Tao Yao's face was reflected in this crimson mist, her expression remarkably stubborn yet still childish. The sunlight shone on her innocent face, like a bowl of freshly cooled boiled water, clean and dust-free, making one eager to approach her, touch her, hold her in one gulp, like drinking poison to quench thirst.

The blood that had been gouged out from Zhong Wuyou's ear also splattered a bit onto Tao Yao's hands and sleeves. She clutched the golden hairpin with trepidation, but looked up fearlessly at the powerful enemy.

Is it similar? Yes. He hadn't seen that person for a long time, but now it was as if he had seen that person again in Tao Yao.

It's been a long time since I last felt this way. Frankly speaking, Zhong Wuyou had really missed this feeling for a long, long time. Should he thank Tao Yao? It was she who allowed him to experience it again.

In the scarlet blood mist in front of him, Tao Yao's face gradually changed into another face. They hadn't seen each other for a long time, and he had aged a lot, but she still looked the same as when she was young, just like the bright moon in the sky, bright and clear.

Then, the blood mist in front of his eyes gradually faded away, and the man in front of him smiled at him and disappeared in an instant.

Zhong Wuyou rubbed his eyes. The person standing in front of him was indeed Tao Yao.

He had originally planned to kill this yellow-haired girl today, but for some reason, he suddenly didn't want to kill her anymore.

The short knife that was originally pointed at Tao Yao's neck was instantly withdrawn and discarded in the grass nearby. Zhong Wuyou looked at the stunned girl across from him with some helplessness, smiled, and said in a dull and hoarse voice: "Okay, you win, you can go now."

Everyone in the field looked at their once invincible leader in disbelief. Today, he had one ear cut off by a woman who was so weak that he even surrendered to her. It was as if they had witnessed an earth-shattering event.

Tao Yao raised her hand and put the blood-stained golden hairpin into her sleeve. With a gentle wipe, all the blood stains on the hairpin were wiped clean, and it regained its golden appearance.

She used a hairpin to tie her hair up again, forming a bun that could be easily tied. Her black and smooth hair was like a piece of precious and gorgeous silk, reflecting a clean luster in the sunlight. It flowed smoothly from her shoulders to her waist, like a sparkling river of spring water.

When the breeze blew by, her hair was blown into a cloud-like shape, and the cool scent of pine wood emanated from her hair, which was a style unique to Chu Huanjun.

Everything about her seems so beautiful, just like the peach blossoms blooming all over the mountains, beautiful, lush and warm.

Only the unsightly bloodstain on her pristine white sleeve reminded everyone that she wasn't just beautiful, she was also dangerous—she wasn't a flower perched high on a branch, swaying in the wind, easily blown away and reduced to dust. Instead, she was a seed with immense vitality, carried by the wind, taking root wherever it landed, and even sprouting thorns, using her sharpest claws to tear apart any predators who tried to pick her.

Tao Yao didn't linger for a moment. She simply glanced at Lu Che and strode out the gate of the small manor. The assassins from Wuyan Pavilion wanted to intervene, but were all stopped by Lu Che's roar.

Tao Yao walked with big strides, the wind whistling in her ears. She had never felt her heart beating so fast before.

She likes this feeling, the feeling of being in control of the overall situation.

At this moment, the forest breeze blew against her body, feeling slightly cool, but her hands were hot. It seemed that because she had just done something remarkable, even her palms were sweating.