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

Chapter 241 Injury

Song Zhishou watched all this quietly from the side. He thought, perhaps he should say something—for example, tell Tao Yao to cheer up quickly, even if the prince were still alive, he couldn't bear to see you like this; or, say, get up quickly, since the person is dead, quickly send the body back to the palace for investigation and verification, that's the real thing.

However, these words were too cruel. Even if Song Zhishou really thought so, he couldn't say them out loud.

After all, she was still only a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. Although she had been wandering in the world for some time by accident and had seen some storms, she could never understand the separation of life and death.

Song Zhishou had seen so many such separations and deaths that he had long since become numb to them. Seeing the tear marks on Tao Yao's face, he suddenly felt a pang of sadness he hadn't felt in a long time. It turned out that he wasn't completely numb yet, and he still felt some emotions.

So he took off his cloak and put it on Taoyao. She immediately looked up at him in fear, her expression like a frightened little animal.

Song Zhishou knew that she was at a loss at the moment, so he was the only one who made all the decisions.

"Now that things have come to this, we should hurry back to the palace and report to the emperor."

His voice was solemn and steady, his tone gentle, sounding reassuring, like a silent comfort. Tao Yao, however, looked down at the person in his arms with his eyes closed, woodenly unable to respond at all.

Song Zhishou sighed and repeated what he had just said: "Miss, now that things have come to this, it is best to report this to His Majesty first."

Suddenly, Tao Yao seemed to understand what Song Zhishou meant, and a hint of emotion finally appeared on her pale face. She stared blankly ahead, her eyes seemingly unfocused. After a long moment, she finally nodded, tacitly agreeing.

Song Zhishou finally felt relieved. He squatted down and was about to take the body from Tao Yao's arms, but suddenly he felt a tightness on his wrist. He looked over and saw that it was Tao Yao who grabbed his wrist.

Song Zhishou suddenly froze in place, unable to move forward or backward, and for a moment he didn't know how to continue.

Tao Yao's face was pale, her lips trembling as she opened slightly and uttered a string of painful notes: "Is he... is he dead...?"

Song Zhishou was shocked. He didn't know whether she really didn't understand or was pretending not to understand, or whether this incident had hit her so hard that it had damaged her mind and made her almost confused.

"Now it seems... yes... but..."

Before Song Zhishou finished speaking, Tao Yao's pupils suddenly shrank, as if she heard something that she really couldn't accept. The tears as big as beans that she had been holding back for a long time burst out, wetting a large area of ​​her chest.

Song Zhishou was shocked by her reaction. Previously, he only knew that Chu Huanjun liked Tao Yao, but he didn't know that Tao Yao was also deeply in love with Chu Huanjun.

He quickly added, "But... Your Majesty is a man of good fortune... I believe he won't be so easy... Perhaps this is not..."

Tao Yao seemed to be waiting for his words. Her eyes brightened up instantly, and her tears and snot stopped flowing. A stiff smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Maybe what? Maybe what?"

"Maybe this isn't him at all, right?!"

Tao Yao asked urgently.

But Song Zhishou couldn't give her any answer.

Tao Yao, unable to get an answer, felt like a fire was burning in her heart. She gently placed the person in her arms on the ground, then leaped up like a mad rabbit, grabbed Song Zhishou by the collar of his shirt, and shook him until his body trembled.

"Speak up, speak up, Master Song! Aren't you a master at solving cases? We've been looking for Chu Huanjun for so long, but why is there still no news? Speak up, speak up!!"

It can be seen that she is indeed about to be driven crazy. Her two eyes, which are as round as copper coins, are full of bright red bloodshot. Although her forehead is covered with mud, the faintly throbbing blue veins on her forehead can still be seen.

Song Zhishou suddenly felt his mind was in a mess, a mess like a ball of paste. But what was clear was that he couldn't get entangled with Tao Yao any more. She looked confused and it was possible that something he said had touched a nerve and driven her crazy.

With this in mind, Song Zhishou quickly found a rope and tied Tao Yao up. As he tied her up, he nodded and bowed repeatedly to apologize to her: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Miss Shi. Please bear with it. I'll untie you when we get to the palace."

Tao Yao didn't understand why Song Zhishou tied her up. Her eyes grew redder with anger, and she looked as if she was about to burst into flames. However, Song Zhishou had been a prisoner guard before, and his tying-up skills were top-notch. No matter how hard Tao Yao kicked, stomped, or stomped, she couldn't break free.

Song Zhishou locked Tao Yao in the carriage, jumped onto the horse's back, whipped the horse and started off.

The car jolted and Tao Yao, who was overly nervous, almost vomited blood.

Perhaps she was too frightened, but before long, Tao Yao gradually fell asleep amidst the jolting ride of the carriage. In her dream, she felt as if her feet were stepping on clouds, surrounded by a messy, mushy haze. A vague thought in her mind warned her not to move, as beneath the clouds lay an endless abyss. If she fell, she would be shattered to pieces, never to be reincarnated.

At that time, she always felt that there was a warm hand holding her, and a familiar voice lingered in her ears, but she could not hear it clearly.

Tao Yao wished the voice belonged to Chu Huanjun, that he was still alive and by her side. But her consciousness grew increasingly clear, and everything around her seemed nothing like the ordinary world. Could it be that Chu Huanjun was dead, and so was she? Were they in heaven, or in hell?

She opened her eyes helplessly, but could only see a hazy cloud. The voice still lingered beside her, but she could only hear the voice, not see the person.

Gradually, the mist before her eyes also gradually disappeared, as if not even the slightest thought could be left for her. Tao Yao was nervous, afraid that the voice would also leave her, so she strained her throat and hurriedly called out Chu Huanjun's name, but no one responded even though she shouted at the top of her lungs.

Finally, the white mist in front of her eyes gradually condensed into a dot, and finally shone brightly, blocking everything in her sight.

After the light faded, Taoyao saw a bare stone wall. The surroundings were pitch black, save for a small hole in the upper left corner, through which sunlight from the outside world shone.

She was about to move when she felt a strong hand gripping her wrist tightly.