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

"This whole house of men is unwilling to lend a hand, leaving only a frail little woman to clean up the mess."

Only an outsider like Chu Huanjun could speak a fair word for Tao Yao.

As he spoke, he casually picked up a broom and began to sweep the floor, frightening Shi Yiqian who was standing beside him and rushed over to take over the job.

He moved with incredible speed, sweeping the floor clean in no time. Strangely enough, Chu Huanjun looked like an elegant deity in everything he did. Even when he was simply sweeping the floor, he looked ethereal and pleasing to the eye.

No one in the room could have imagined that the honorable Prince Yi would clean up the house for a lowly and inferior person like Tao Yao, and no one dared to express their anger loudly.

Tao Yao was moved to tears, believing that there were still good people in this world.

"Thank you, Your Highness Prince Yi."

Tao Yao thanked him without any respect, and Chu Huanjun just smiled and said, "No problem."

It was precisely this smile that made Tao Yao suddenly feel a pang of pain in her heart, her mind was churning, and a mist-like haze suddenly rose in front of her eyes, as if some scenes that did not belong to her memory flooded into her eyes again.

Twelve years later, at the beginning of the first year of Yongshuo, there was a heavy snowfall.

This was the worst snowfall the capital had seen in years. The relentless snow, like a devouring nightmare, enveloped the three thousand palaces in a dark, gloomy haze.

Along with this heavy snow came a massive massacre.

Snow, snow, snow, and more snow—the endless white before her eyes was so bright that it hurt her eyes.

Her bare feet stomped on the snow, sometimes deep and sometimes shallow, making a rustling sound. Her scarlet footprints followed the hem of her long, trailing pink skirt, spreading out bit by bit in the snow, then gradually melting as the snow got deeper.

She was heading toward the new emperor's palace. Ice and snow like gravel pressed between her toes, chilling her bones and piercing her heart with pain, but she had long since become numb.

Not far away, someone was playing the qin music, the "Red Water Secret." She vaguely remembered someone once telling her that this piece of music symbolized eternal separation.

If possible, she doesn't want to be separated from anyone.

But the new emperor had killed her relatives one by one, and now she was no exception. I wonder if he felt guilty and didn't want to see her one last time, so he sent someone to send her a bowl of poison and a three-foot white silk.

As stubborn as she was, she knew the outcome was already decided and any further struggle would only bring disappointment—but at this point, she seemed to have already been thoroughly disappointed, so she wasn't afraid of further disappointment.

When I reached the gate of his palace, I was surprised to find that he was already waiting there. He was the only one in the huge palace.

The background was a long red palace wall, everything submerged in the endless expanse of snow. Beneath the cold and desolate hall, he wore a black crane cloak, holding a zither in his arms, looking very lonely.

She gradually approached, stopped, and saw the face clearly - it was Chu Huanjun.

He is the future emperor. He has put in a lot of effort to get this position, including her.

Now that he had everything, it was time to clean up the mess, including her.

He looked at her disdainfully, as if unwilling for her to come any closer. His tone was cold and trembling, "Yaoyao, why don't you just stay in the palace? Why are you out in the snow?"

She looked up at him, the corners of her mouth twitching, and she felt hatred tightening in her heart: "How long are you going to keep me alive? Why not kill me now?"

Hearing this, he simply sneered. He pulled out a long sword with a cold glow from his zither case and pointed the tip of the sword at her from a distance.

In an instant, the sword flashed, and drops of blood splashed on the flawless white snow, like a few peach blossoms floating on a warm river in early spring, and even more like the flamboyant red blood mole at the end of his eyebrow.

She died in that dark snow.

In a flash, Tao Yao suddenly felt someone twisting her hard. She woke up in shock and found that it was Huai Ling who was pulling her arm.

Huai Ling reminded her softly: "Second Miss, what's wrong with you? I called you for a long time but you didn't respond..."

Tao Yao suddenly realized that what she had just seen might be something that would happen in the future.

Her spiritual consciousness came from the modern era, and in this era, she can actually foresee the future.

With some astonishment, she slowly shifted her gaze to the man who would kill her in the future - Chu Huanjun, the current Prince Yi and the future emperor.

His half-smiling face had no real expression, and it was sometimes bright and sometimes dim in the moonlight, making it difficult to see clearly.

Shi Lanxin, who was standing aside, suddenly shouted in dissatisfaction, rushed over and pushed Tao Yao, then took advantage of the opportunity to stand between Tao Yao and Chu Huanjun.

"Shi Taoyao, you are so tactless! The prince helped you clean up the house, and you just brushed it off with a perfunctory thank you?"

Shi Lanxin glared at Tao Yao with disdain, but as soon as she turned to face Chu Huanjun, she immediately put on a gentle and amiable expression and said in a soft voice, "Brother Chu, you encountered this kind of thing on your first visit to my house. I feel so sorry and sad! Why don't we go to another place? I just learned a new dance, and I'd like Brother Chu to give me some comments..."

She kept calling him "Brother Xiao Chu" left and right, which made Tao Yao's ears numb and goose bumps all over the floor.

Chu Huanjun didn't rush to reply. Instead, he slowly opened the carved folding fan in his hand and, while looking at the ink painting on it, he strolled away from between the two sisters, leaving behind a leisurely figure. His voice was faint, "Old Shi, didn't you say you wanted to play another game of chess? This time, I won't let you win."

He ignored Shi Lanxin, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Shi Yiqian hurriedly followed Chu Huanjun. Although Shi Lanxin looked a little embarrassed, she still gave Tao Yao a look that said "you'll have to bear the consequences next time" and followed him away.

The shabby little house suddenly became much quieter.

Huai Ling, with bloodshot eyes, tugged at Tao Yao's sleeve, her voice tinged with tears: "Second Miss, this is the only new dress you have this year, and it's burned..."

Seeing Huai Ling's tearful expression, Tao Yao felt distressed and quickly patted the dust off her body: "It's okay, it's just a piece of clothing! I can sew it myself and wear it. Can you find some needle and thread for me..."

Before Tao Yao could finish her words of comfort, Huai Ling couldn't help but burst into tears. "The second young lady was bullied and her clothes were burned, but she still wanted to sew them herself... The eldest young lady made three new clothes a day and it wasn't her turn to wear them. This world is so unfair, so unfair!!!"

Tao Yao hurriedly grabbed Huai Ling's hand, put her finger to her lips and made a silent gesture: "Good Huai Ling, we won't argue with her."

If she can't afford to offend her, can she not hide? At this time, Lan Xin was just trying to compete with her for her father's favor, so she didn't compete with her.

Such vanity will always be in vain in the end.

In the end, they will all die at the hands of Chu Huanjun.

Thinking of this, Tao Yao felt cold sweat on his back.

Compared to the kind-hearted Chu Huanjun, the ferocious Shi Lanxin is nothing compared to him.

The real evil ghost is indeed hiding in the dark.