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

Chu Huanjun held Tao Yao's head with both hands, tapped the back of her head like he was coaxing a child, and said, "You're injured, so let's ignore these things for now."

"How can that be?" Tao Yao said seriously. "Before, if someone came to me and shouted for war and killing, it was either coming for you or Lu Che. This time, it's clear that the person isn't coming for anyone else, he's going to kill me, and there must be a murderer behind this. How can I feel at peace until I find out who's behind this? Forget about doing business. Even going out has me trembling with fear."

Chu Huanjun couldn't help but slap Tao Yao on the forehead. "You're injured, yet you're still so talkative. Since you're so energetic, why not save your energy for useful things, like doing business?"

Tao Yao held her forehead that had been hit and screamed in pain. She was about to scold Chu Huanjun, but he had already stood up and left, with one leg on the windowsill.

Chu Huanjun turned his gaze towards Lu Che and ordered coldly, "Brother Lu, please take good care of her for me..."

Lu Che looked at him with some confusion, but saw the smirk on his face, which was clearly visible even in the shadow behind the window.

Chu Huanjun paused for a moment before adding, "Take care of my wife..."

The three words "my wife" were emphasized with heavy syllables.

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Huanjun jumped out of the window like a swallow and flew away on the wind, leaving Tao Yao and Lu Che in the room with stunned faces.

Tao Yao quickly chased to the window to see what was happening. Chu Huanjun had already rushed downstairs like a flash of lightning. Tao Yao shouted at his back, "Where are you going?"

Chu Huanjun didn't even turn his head, but waved to her. His voice drifted from afar: "Go find someone for you."

Tao Yao heaved a sigh of relief immediately. Turning around, she saw Lu Che standing opposite her woodenly. The expression on his face was quite ambiguous. From Tao Yao's understanding, it could be said that he looked... a little... resentful?

Just like that, the two of them stared at each other for a long while. Tao Yao swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a guilty conscience and was the first to break the silence:

"Don't listen to his nonsense!"

Lu Che blinked, said nothing, and stepped forward to examine the wound on her hand. It had just been treated by Chu Huanjun—though Chu Huanjun was a novice, he was a martial artist after all, and had some experience in bandaging wounds.

Taoyao's wound was not deep, but it was treated and bandaged very delicately and beautifully. As long as it does not come into contact with water or get bumped and rests well, it should be healed in a few days.

"Are you okay?" Lu Che asked - although he knew in his heart that the murderer was no longer there and her wounds had been carefully treated by Chu Huanjun, so there was no need to ask this question.

Tao Yao shook her head, not caring at all: "I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me."

"That's good." Lu Che lowered his eyelashes and head.

They were the only two people left in the room. Suddenly, Lu Che's heart overflowed with words he wanted to say to her.

He wanted to say sorry to her. He shouldn't have been so carried away by revenge that he went to help Zuo Tang even though he knew Tao Yao had been hurt by Zuo Di.

But he didn't know where to begin to express his apology - even if he truly felt guilty, what was the point? In order to get revenge, he had to compromise and continue doing these things against his will.

These secret, ugly, unknown wounds should be hidden in his body forever and should not be revealed in broad daylight and exposed to the beautiful Tao Yao.

So, those words came to his throat, but Lu Che swallowed them back one by one. He thought for a long time, not knowing what to say, and finally asked, "How have you been lately?"

But as soon as he asked, Lu Che felt like he was talking nonsense. It was clear that she was doing well. She had her own shop, and business was booming. She no longer had to rely on others for a living. And... she seemed to have a lover, a lover who was arguably a million times more reliable than himself.

Even though that lover was Chu Huanjun.

"Not bad!" Tao Yao still had that indifferent smile on her face. "It's a bit busy, but at least it's not in vain. I earn real money, which is much better than before. Lu Che, I can make money on my own now. How's it going? Not bad, right?"

Her expression was smug, as if she was truly content with her current life. Everything had changed. They were no longer the young men who had prayed so earnestly for two lucky numbers at the Flower Goddess Temple. There was now so much distance between them. They no longer hugged as they pleased, laughed and cried freely in front of each other, or spoke directly to each other.

Both Tao Yao and Lu Che spoke with a touch of caution, afraid to say something wrong and touch the other person's most sensitive nerves. They avoided talking about it, pretending that nothing had happened, that nothing had changed.

Even if Tao Yao didn't say it, Lu Che, who was very perceptive, could sense Tao Yao's sadness.

A falcon flew in from outside the window, landed on the windowsill, and cooed twice, as if calling Lu Che.

Lu Che raised his head and fixed his gaze on Tao Yao's face again, looking at her carefully again, as if he was saying goodbye.

"I hope you're doing well. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first—"

The store was bustling with activity, and if the bad guys wanted to target Tao Yao, they probably wouldn't choose this time. Although he was reluctant, Lu Che mentally told himself he couldn't stay much longer and it was time to leave.

But Tao Yao grabbed his sleeve from behind and asked softly, "Didn't you say we should have dinner before leaving?"

Lu Che turned around and saw Tao Yao's warm smile.

"You've been so helpful in the store today, I don't know how to thank you enough. Treating you to a meal is only natural—Lu Che, you don't even have time for a meal, do you?"

It was clearly a joking tone, but when Tao Yao said it, it unconsciously carried a hint of pleading.

They were family and friends. Although they hadn't said anything to each other, Tao Yao could sense that after today, they would probably drift further and further apart.

"Just give me some face and stay for dinner before leaving?"

If this was truly the last of their time together, she wanted to have a simple meal with him like they had before, just eating without thinking about anything else.