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

Among the hundreds of servants in Prince Yi's mansion, no one had ever seen His Highness Prince Yi so frightened and anxious as he was today.

When Chu Huanjun strode over the threshold of the mansion's gate, the guards at the door were all frightened.

His Royal Highness Prince Yi had been to Jiangnan for a few days, and when he returned, he was holding a bloodied and unconscious young girl in his arms. Anyone who saw this would have been terrified.

No one knew what Prince Yi was going to do on this trip, and no one dared to ask who the girl in his arms was.

The servants in the garden could only hurry to keep up with Chu Huanjun's footsteps. Those who understood his instructions rushed to work, some to prepare medicine, some to call for the doctor. The entire Prince Yi's mansion was bustling with activity.

Even though no one spoke, everyone could vaguely guess that the injured girl's identity was unusual.

Chu Huanjun walked quickly like the wind, holding Tao Yao and going straight into his bedroom.

"Hurry up and tell the royal doctor Wang in the palace. He's the only one we can trust."

While instructing the servant beside him, Chu Huanjun carefully placed Tao Yao on the bed and covered her with a quilt.

As if remembering something, Chu Huanjun quickly called the servant back and carefully instructed him, "By the way, remember to remind Imperial Physician Wang to bring the best bone-healing medicine in the palace. We can't waste a moment, go quickly."

The servant replied, knowing that this matter could not be delayed, and ran away as fast as a gust of wind.

Chu Huanjun squatted beside the bed and carefully observed Tao Yao's face. He found that there was no trace of blood on her face, and it was so pale that it was frightening.

He held her hand tightly, interlacing their fingers, so tightly that he almost wanted to lock the two palms together forever.

Chu Huanjun was such a proud and arrogant person that even he himself was surprised that he could feel heartache and fear.

He had thought that over the years, he had already developed a heart as cold and hard as stone. No matter how much sincerity someone showed towards him, it could not warm him up or change him.

He once told her so proudly that it was not easy to owe her a favor.

But now, it was clear that he owed her a lot.

Chu Huanjun closed his eyes, and seemed to be able to recall that distant memory again.

What Tao Yao didn't know was that she and Chu Huanjun had actually met fifteen years ago.

Chu Huanjun is three years older than Shi Taoyao. Fifteen years ago, Shi Taoyao was only three years old.

Even if the original Shi Taoyao was still alive, she probably wouldn't remember their first meeting.

At that time, Shi Taoyao was not called Shi Taoyao yet. She had a name in the Moon Worshiping Clan in Mobei - Arnold.

The Moon Worshiping Clan is a small nomadic tribe in Mobei. It is rumored that they were wiped out in a severe drought decades ago. Even if there are descendants left, they have all disappeared into other ethnic groups and no news has been heard of them.

The Moon Worshipers are called the Moon Worshipers because they worship the moon as the most supreme god. In the desert, there are often wolves howling at the moon, so the Moon Worshipers place their worship on the wolves and regard them as the totem of the Moon God.

Over time, the Moon Worshipers gradually became associated with the wolf pack. Rumor has it that the Moon Worshipers were proud of raising wolves, and if anyone could live and eat with the Wolf King and form an alliance, that person would be welcomed as the leader of the entire Moon Worshipers, enjoying the support of all the tribe members.

Arno used to be the proudest daughter of Ayihan, the leader of the Moon Worshiping Tribe.

That year, Chu Huanjun left the palace with his father for the first time and traveled to the border town of Mobei for hunting.

After all, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. The six-year-old prince relied on his little hunting experience in the royal enclosure and dared to secretly take the fastest horse from the stable, bypass the sight of all the guards, and go deep into the desert alone.

The young child, who was inexperienced in the world, thought that the whole world was his playground. He wandered carelessly in the desert until late at night, only to find that the desert's quicksand was ever-changing and the terrain was unpredictable. He clearly remembered the way he came, but when it was time to return, he could no longer tell which way to go.

Just when the little prince thought he was about to get lost in the endless yellow sand, he suddenly heard a clear whistle from a sand dune not far away.

He followed the moonlight and saw a small figure standing on the sand dune - to be exact, it was not just a human, but also a... wolf.

After the whistle died down, the wolf's howl was heard again.

The wolf's howl sounded like the crying of monsters and demons, and was very eerie and terrifying.

No matter how brave the little prince was, he couldn't overcome his natural fear of wild beasts. He whipped his horse back and wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.

But no matter how he ran or how he escaped, the whistle and wolf howls behind him seemed to be getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, a gust of sand rose in front of his eyes, followed by the low growl of a wolf.

The little prince rolled to the ground with his horse, and for a moment he was at a loss. In fear, he could not help but hold down the folding fan hanging around his waist.

This is no ordinary folding fan. It was crafted by the best craftsmen in the palace. Each rib was hollowed out, and hidden poison needles were hidden inside. Just press the mechanism on the fan handle lightly, and those poison-tempered silver needles will be ejected like missiles.

Wherever he goes, no matter if it is a human or a ghost, he will kill them all without leaving a single blade of grass.

He shot the wolf through one of its eyes with a poison needle.

The wolf was frightened and felt that it was being provoked, so it opened its bloody mouth in anger and was about to pounce on him.

At the critical moment, the familiar whistle sounded again.

The person blowing the whistle seemed to know the trick of driving the wolves. The whistle was quite rhythmic, sometimes short and sometimes high-pitched, which actually made the wolves stop moving and gradually calm down.

No matter how many years have passed, Chu Huanjun still vaguely remembers that night when the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Under the bright moonlight, the desert looked like a vast silver sea.

The girl who drives the wolf king is wearing the same fur coat as the wolf.

Her hair was a mess like a chicken coop, flying like weeds in the wind, but it couldn't cover her astonishingly bright eyes.

She spoke in some language he couldn't understand, or perhaps it wasn't even a language at all. She just babbled nonsense, saying whatever she wanted to say.

Although he didn't quite understand it, he still roughly remembered the meaning.

She told him that her name was Arno, and she was the saint of the Moon Worship Clan. She had a very powerful father, a very gentle mother, and a brave brother.

Her life was free and easy, just like the vast desert before her. With a smile on her face, she asked him how his life was like in the Central Plains.

Although he shot her wolf, she was not angry. She led him out of the desert and back to the border town.

When the prince was about to turn around to say goodbye and express his gratitude, the girl and the wolf had already disappeared in the wind and sand, leaving no trace.

Many years later, whenever Chu Huanjun thought of that night, he would try hard to remember the girl's appearance and find out if she had any special features.

But memory is like the quicksand of the northern desert. After being blown by the wind and sand for several times, it can never return to its original shape.

Chu Huanjun couldn't remember what the young girl looked like.

It's not like he didn't go back to Mobei and delve deeper into the desert. But time has passed and things have changed. Even if he wanted to look for it, he couldn't find any trace.

The past was like flying catkins, gradually falling into the dust. Chu Huanjun retracted his wandering thoughts and his gaze fell on Tao Yao's pale face again.

She closed her eyes tightly, her thick black eyelashes trembled slightly, and many tears hung in between them.

"So this is what you look like when you sleep."

Chu Huanjun couldn't help but move closer to her to appreciate her beautiful facial features more carefully.

When Tao Yao was awake, her eyes were always bright and shining, and she looked extremely innocent.

She was clearly living a miserable life in the Shi Mansion, but she never complained to anyone. She wore faded clothes every day and had a messy bun on her head, but she was always so energetic.

Even if she was going to marry someone she didn't like the next day, she could still dress up as a man and go to the street to visit the lantern market, with a heart as big as the sky.

But she didn't seem as heartless as she looked. Occasionally, she looked serious and earnestly warned Chu Huanjun to be a good person.

"Is it you?"

Looking at Tao Yao's sleeping face, Chu Huanjun murmured this question softly.

Of course, no one could answer him.