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

On the way back, Tao Yao kept thinking about what Mr. Chen said by the tea stove.

Yes, in this world, it is common to confuse the clear and the turbid, and to confuse right and wrong. Instead of worrying about where the truth lies, it is better to follow the laws of this era and society, and you can find a good place to live.

For example, Lu Che lost his relatives because of the killing and massacre, and it was also because of the killing and massacre that he embarked on the road of revenge. But for revenge, he had to enter Wuyan Pavilion and work as a killer. As a killer, his hands were already stained with blood. Aren’t he doing things that he hated?

Who can really clearly define right and wrong, clarity and turbidity?

It was already three in the morning when they returned to Qingshui Town. Cheng Tianshui, who always took good care of his health, surprisingly did not go to bed early today. He was still standing on the second-floor terrace in the middle of the night waiting for someone to come home.

He saw Chu Huanjun's carriage from a distance, and he stood on the terrace with his hands on his hips and started to yell and curse: "Why haven't you come back so late? You didn't even send a message to let me know? There's an old man at home and you don't even care about him?!"

Chu Huanjun yawned and jumped off the carriage. He stretched lazily and said, "Even an old man knows to go to bed, right? Do you still want me to wait on you?"

Cheng Tianshui trotted all the way from the second floor to the first floor door and slapped Chu Huanjun's head with the palm-leaf fan in his hand: "You have no conscience!"

Tao Yao also got off the carriage and followed Chu Huanjun. Cheng Tianshui's gaze slowly shifted from Chu Huanjun's face to Tao Yao's, and he saw that her face was flushed, which was unusual.

Cheng Tianshui suddenly thought of something and asked with a wry smile, "Eh? Nephew, didn't you go out looking for that guy Lu Che today? Where's he? Didn't you find him?"

Chu Huanjun's head hurt when he heard Lu Che's name. He rubbed his brows in pain and said coldly, "Dead."

"Dead?!" Cheng Tianshui screamed, "Even if he's dead, you have to bring back a body, right? Otherwise, he'll be a lonely ghost without any relatives or friends, without even a grave. How pitiful!"

Chu Huanjun impatiently found a chance to slip away, leisurely returning to the upper room of the cosmetics shop next door that he had bought. Tao Yao glanced at his back, then turned to Cheng Tianshui and smiled, "He's not dead yet, he was just joking."

Song Zhishou parked the carriage, brought in more hay, and fed the horses before finding a moment to wait in the hall. Tao Yao, freshly bathed and wearing a robe, happened to be looking for an oil lamp when she saw Song Zhishou sitting upright in the hall. She was startled.

She pressed her finger to her lips as a gesture of silence, then walked down the stairs with light steps. She walked up to Song Zhishou and whispered, "It's so late, why haven't you rested yet, Sir Song? Doctor Cheng has already gone to bed."

Song Zhishou had a somewhat awkward smile on his face. He held a clenched fist in his hand, and he seemed to be holding something in his fist.

"Miss Shi Er..."

Tao Yao shook her head and said with a smile, "Master Song, we are so familiar with each other now, you can just call me Tao Yao."

"Oh... Miss Taoyao..." Song Zhishou touched the back of his head a little embarrassedly, stretched out his clenched fist towards Taoyao, and slowly opened his palm. "I know this may not be very kind... but I've thought about it for a long time these past few days, and I think it's best to give it to you."

Tao Yao's gaze fell on his palm, which was a piece of red cloth, the kind used to tie to a big willow tree during the Flower God Temple Fair for making wishes.

Tao Yao gently picked up the red cloth in Song Zhishou's hand. The words on it were a little blurred, but she could still make out what was written on it.

"Goddess of Flowers, I pray to all the gods, may Arnold live a smooth and peaceful life."

The red cloth had no signature other than a wish. Tao Yao clutched it tightly in her hand, her palms sweating. The sweat soaked through the thin cloth, blurring the already blurry handwriting even further.

Song Zhishou breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I feel much better now that I've left it to you, young lady. I won't disturb your rest then."

He was about to leave when he suddenly turned around as if remembering something and added, "By the way, young lady, you must not tell the prince about this. If he finds out, he will definitely kill me!"

Tao Yao raised the corners of her mouth somewhat reluctantly, smiled at Song Zhishou, and said, "Don't worry, Master Song."

After Song Zhishou left, Tao Yao sat alone in the hall for a long time, holding the thin red cloth and reading the crooked handwriting on it again and again.

How could it be? How could such a wish be possible?

That day, she hadn't doubted anything, certain that Lu Che's wish was about revenge. So when they got two auspicious lots, Lu Che's smile was faint, as if he'd known all along, without any unexpected surprise.

Lu Che clearly believed in the gods so much, so why didn't he tell the flower god what he thought was his most important wish and pray for his help?

Why is it about her?

Tao Yao couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she tried. Her mind was like a tangled mess that she couldn't sort out.

Tao Yao didn't know how long she had been standing there when she felt her feet go numb. Just as she was about to move, a small square box suddenly fell out of the pouch of her outer robe and hit the ground with a clinking sound.

It was the white jade porcelain box that Tao Yao had promised Chu Huanjun to repair for him.

Tao Yao carefully picked up the white jade porcelain box, which had just fallen to the ground and had a broken corner. Tao Yao quickly bent over to look for the missing piece, but could not find it.

There was no other way, so Tao Yao had to quickly find an oil lamp and start repairing the problem as if the damage had been done.

Tao Yaoxiu was very good at this, and he quickly fixed it. Finally, he found some fragrant oil and dripped it into the gap of the mechanism under the base of the disc to act as lubrication.

Tao Yao tried to move the disc, and the golden peacock really started to turn. Under the flickering candlelight, the peacock feathers were shining with beautiful light.

Tao Yao carefully closed the white jade porcelain box, put it in her inner pocket, and gently pushed open the door of the clinic.

After all this hassle, it was already nearly dawn, and a faint yellowish white began to appear on the dark blue sky. Tao Yao jumped through the window into the cosmetics shop next door, tiptoed upstairs, and quickly and accurately found Chu Huanjun's bedroom.

The door was not locked. Tao Yao pushed it gently and the door opened.

The room was silent and unlit, so Chu Huanjun must still be asleep. Because the room was pitch black, Tao Yao couldn't see anything and had to crawl on the ground, groping around.

She had intended to place the repaired porcelain box at Chu Huanjun's bedside and leave immediately, but as she fumbled around, she felt something was increasingly wrong.