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

Tao Yao was tied up with iron chains all over her body. Zuo Di simply took advantage of the gaps in the chains and tore off Tao Yao's clothes with brute force.

He saw his clothes being torn apart one by one, like pieces of thin paper. As Zuo Di raised his arm into the air, the clothes fluttered down onto the wet ground, and were soaked into a creepy rust color by the melted snow and blood on the ground.

Tao Yao trembled all over as her snow-white and delicate skin was exposed to the cold air, and she felt goose bumps all over her body.

Zuo Di laughed shamelessly and lewdly: "Hehe, girl. Your legs are broken, your voice is hoarse, and you won't live for many days anyway. Why don't you have some fun with me today..."

Tao Yao gritted her teeth and turned away, her heart pounding with anger.

Oh my God! Tao Yao had never done anything wrong in her past or present lives, so why did she have to endure this? She might as well just die...

Tao Yao recalled his short life tragically, gritted his teeth, and prepared to bite his tongue to commit suicide.

Suddenly, she felt a gust of wind passing through her head, and then, Zuo Di's expression suddenly became strange, and a black trace of blood was winding down from the corner of his mouth.

In a moment, Zuo Di fell backwards stiffly like a body that suddenly lost its mind.

Tao Yao was startled. A familiar pine scent entered her nostrils, and then a corner of a lake blue sleeve floated before her eyes, gently caressing the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, like a spring breeze, a breeze that could heal all the pain.

The next moment, Tao Yao fell into a soft yet firm embrace. The voice of the person behind her was soft and warm, as if a gentle spring rain had fallen in her heart, and everywhere the grass was lush and the birds were flying, and the willows were beautiful and the flowers were bright.

"Sorry, I am late."

His slender fingers slowly touched her tightly furrowed brows, and then gradually slid down. His movements were extremely light and gentle, for fear that if he used too much force, he would hurt her.

Tao Yao could clearly feel that the hand covering her eyes, which was originally so warm, was becoming colder and colder.

He held her tightly, and she pressed herself against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat, just like hers, beating like a drum.

Although she had been rendered mute by the poison, she still tried hard to call out his name. However, no matter how hard she tried, it was all in vain. Her lips trembled and she squeezed out a few intermittent sounds from between her teeth, unable to piece together a complete word.

She was so anxious that tears streamed down her face, and the hand covering her eyes trembled with fear.

Chu Huanjun had lived for so many years, but this was the first time he felt what it meant to be heartbroken and inconsolable.

On his way back to the capital from Jiangnan, he received the news that Zuo Di had sneaked into the government office and arrested Tao Yao. His heart skipped a beat. He galloped all the way, using a speed nearly ten times faster than usual.

He blamed himself for not anticipating that Zuo Di would lose control despite all his calculations; he blamed himself for being too arrogant and self-confident, always believing that his plans would not go wrong, and for easily dragging her into the game, causing her to suffer.

Outside the dungeon, there were numerous guards. Today, Zuo Di had replaced the jailers with new ones, so Chu Huanjun practically fought his way in.

The moment Chu Huanjun saw Tao Yao hanging and handcuffed on an iron pole with her clothes stripped to pieces, he was so panicked and heartbroken that he almost lost his mind.

He quickly took off the fan from his waist, and as the folding fan opened and closed, he threw out three silver needles that were tempered with a strange poison, which pierced straight into the back of Zuo Di's neck as he was about to do evil.

We were clearly galloping, but it was still too slow.

The ground was littered with shreds of Taoyao's dress, some white, some scarlet. Every step he took seemed to step into another puddle of sticky water. He didn't dare to examine which was melted snow and which was her blood.

Everywhere was embarrassment, everywhere was heartache. For the first time, Chu Huanjun felt helpless and didn't know how to face it all.

Chu Huanjun carefully picked up Tao Yao and carried her horizontally. Looking at the shocking scars all over her body, he felt even more guilty.

There was no other way. All he could do was to tighten his embrace with all his strength to make her feel less cold.

She was so light, holding her in his arms, as if she weighed nothing at all, making him suspect she would immediately transform into a butterfly and flutter away on the wind. So he held her even tighter, not wanting her to fly away.

Chu Huanjun could see that Tao Yao was seriously injured, but she remained silent and didn't say a word.

He thought she was angry with him, blaming him for coming too late. He also thought she had fainted from the pain, neither struggling nor moaning.

Zuo Di was struck by Chu Huanjun's poison needle and fell unconscious, foaming at the mouth. The thugs he had brought with him dropped to their knees upon seeing Chu Huanjun, not daring to utter a single sound.

Because Tao Yao was seriously injured, although Chu Huanjun wanted to punish this group of evildoers, he had no time to take care of other things.

He rushed through the crowd like lightning, broke through the heavy guards, and finally walked out of the dungeon.

When the warm sunlight shone on his body again, Chu Huanjun could clearly see the two hideous bloody holes on Tao Yao's pants at the knees.

He subconsciously pressed lightly under Taoyao's knees, but Taoyao's legs were like two stretched noodles, not moving at all.

Chu Huanjun then realized that her kneecaps had been smashed by that group of people.

He then removed his hands from her eyes and discovered that she had been awake all the time, her eyes wide open like two walnuts, and every corner of her eyes was covered with scarlet bloodshot.

She had cried all her tears dry, but several translucent tear marks were still on her pale face.

"I'm sorry..." Chu Huanjun felt his heart ache and repeated the words again, "I'm late."

Tao Yao shook her head and stared at Chu Huanjun with a strange expression, her lips opening and closing but no sound came out.

"Does it hurt?"

Chu Huanjun adjusted the position of his embrace again, trying to make her more comfortable.

"I'm sorry. Please bear with it for a while. The carriage will be here soon."

"I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do to make you feel better right now. Can you fall asleep? Maybe you'll feel better if you sleep for a while..."

"Sorry. Don't worry, I will heal your leg. I will find you the best doctor and even the hardest-to-find medicine..."

Tao Yao couldn't count how many times Huan Jun said sorry to her, and it seemed that his apologies were really working wonders. As she listened to them over and over again, she gradually felt her head getting dizzy and sleepiness creeping up on her.

She felt as if she were asleep, yet also as if she were awake.

She could feel Chu Huanjun's solid, reliable, warm embrace, smell the pleasant pine fragrance on him, and hear his comforting whispers in her ears, but she was very sleepy. What exactly did he say, something about fifteen years ago, or the night in the northern desert... She couldn't hear it clearly.

Tao Yao felt as if she was trapped in a maze that was difficult to wake up from. She was lost here, sometimes awake and sometimes falling into a dream.

She was like a lonely leaf, riddled with holes, with only a tough core of veins supporting her entire sanity.

She was drifting, drifting on the boundless ocean.

The sea is turbulent, with turbulent waves and whirlpools everywhere. If you are not careful, you will fall into the abyss.

She felt that Chu Huanjun was this sea.

She knew very well that this ocean was very dangerous. There were visible rapids and turbulence on the surface, and invisible abysses and traps on the seabed. If she stayed here for too long, she would surely fall into an irreversible predicament.

However, it was this ocean that lifted up her lone boat, supported her entire body, and gave her the strength to break through the wind and waves.

When she sinks, he gives her the rising waves; when she is in trouble, he raises a strong wind to clear the fog for her;

When she was blown up to the sky by the wind, he would stir up bigger waves to snatch her back from the sky into his arms.