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

From then on, Lu Che had a younger sister.

A'nuo couldn't speak, so Na Lian taught her to speak. Ayihan originally wanted to teach her horseback riding and archery, but perhaps because A'nuo had been wandering with wolves since she was a child, she was thin and sickly, so Ayihan's plan to teach her horseback riding and archery was abandoned.

Because of this, Arnold turned a disaster into a blessing. Arnold was weak, and Ayihan and Nalian often taught Lu Che to protect Arnold and not let him be bullied by others.

Like his father, Lu Che, though somewhat mischievous, had always been a righteous and kind person. He didn't envy his extra sister, who had taken away his parents' love, but instead, out of pity, he treated her with extra care and love.

Not long after, Arnold was named the Saint of the Moon Worshiping Clan.

In his spare time, Arnold would secretly take the wolf king out of the cage without Ayihan on his back, and take Lu Che to play in the desert.

Arnold is smart. Not only does he learn things quickly, but he is also very good at finding directions in the desert.

No matter where they wandered, Arnold could always find his way home, like a living map.

In the vast and boundless desert, two small people rode on the wolf king, looking down upon the world with majestic dignity.

The world is so big, everything is in their eyes, and everything belongs to them.

Lu Che had once believed that his life would be like that moment, free and carefree. His future would be as vast as the desert.

Until he was seven years old.

It was a moonless night, just like the night Arnold had arrived three years ago. The tribesmen all believed this was an auspicious sign, that the Moon Goddess was about to show mercy and bless them once again.

Early in the morning, Ayihan took Lu Che and rode a camel to the Jinshen Market, which was a hundred miles away. She exchanged precious wolf meat for a set of expensive and beautiful dress. Thinking of how Arnold would look in the dress, Ayihan's heart couldn't help but jump for joy.

Lu Che looked at his father's expression, and Arnold's unbridled smile suddenly flashed through his mind. A strange feeling suddenly surged in his heart, warm and itchy, like biting a sour and astringent saxaul, or like being scratched by saxaul grass on the center of his finger, with only a slight and subtle pain.

He looked at Ayihan with a half-understood look and asked, "Will the Moon Goddess really come? Will she take Arnold away?"

Ayihan smiled and patted his head, saying only, "Arnold will always be with us! We will all be together forever! The future of the Moon Worshipers will only get better and better!"

Young Lu Che naturally had infinite admiration for his heroic father and truly believed that everything his father said would come true.

However, when he happily returned to the tribe holding the dress he wanted to give to Arnold, what he saw was a tragic scene of blood flowing like a river and corpses everywhere.

The familiar faces turned pale and cold, and the tribesmen who once lived together day and night were swallowed up by the sea of ​​blood and mountains of corpses.

In the chaos, Lu Che suddenly heard a scream. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw Na Lian being captured on horseback by a group of strangely dressed foreigners, with Arnold being held tightly in her arms.

"Let them go!"

Lu Che didn't have time to think, and ran in that direction. But the next moment, a knife larger than himself fell in front of him, and a fierce bandit blocked his way, blocking all escape routes.

At that moment, yellow sand and smoke blew in front of his face and eyes. The wind carried a nauseating stench of blood, engulfing the young and weak Lu Che. He desperately called out Arnold and Na Lian's names, but no one responded.

Although he was very young, Lu Che had already experienced that the distance between life and death was only a finger's breadth.

Even many years later, Lu Che would still recall what he saw that day every night. It was like a nightmare like an evil ghost, and it was always entangled with his lonely first half of life.

"People say the Moon Worshipers were killed by wolves..." Lu Che sneered, wiping the tears from his eyes. "I'm the only one who knows this wolf isn't that wolf. Human hearts are terrifying, even more unpredictable than wild beasts."

After hearing what Lu Che said, Tao Yao felt as if her heart was being tightly grasped by an unknown hand, a sharp pain. Although she no longer had any memory of that time, when she heard Lu Che speak, she felt as if she had experienced it firsthand, seeing the blood feud unfold before her eyes.

"Who are those people? Have you found out?" Tao Yao asked anxiously, "Are they from another tribe?"

Lu Che's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Tao Yao, the veins on his forehead throbbing faintly. "He's from Chu. He's from the Chu royal family, the emperor."

In an instant, the taut string in Tao Yao's heart seemed to be suddenly plucked and broken, shattered into pieces.

"Chu Huanjun, is it related to these things?" Tao Yao asked.

Lu Che shook his head and sighed, "I don't know. But, he saved us."

Tao Yao's heart moved, and she asked anxiously, "What do you mean?"

Lu Che raised his head and looked at the dark night sky, the faint green light in his eyes flickering.

"That day, amidst the chaos, a young man who looked about my age blocked the sword for me. I heard those people calling him the prince. Later, when I arrived in Chu, I learned that the emperor of Chu had only one son, Chu Huanjun..."

When Lu Che mentioned Chu Huanjun's name, he gnashed his teeth and filled with anger, the rage in his eyes was endless and difficult to contain.

"I don't understand why he wanted to save our lives." Lu Che grabbed a handful of reeds, clenching his fists and snapping the stems in his hand, as if to vent his anger. "Why did he force me to watch my people die before my eyes, and then leave me to live alone, constantly remembering the humiliation, carrying the hatred, and living a life worse than death?"

Tao Yao didn't know what to say for a moment. It turned out that Lu Che actually carried such a deep blood feud. It turned out that they should have the same hatred, but she had lived so heartlessly for so long.

Lu Che tightly grasped Tao Yao's hand, interlocking their fingers with each other, so tightly that it seemed as if they were almost embedding their bones together.

"After my mother was captured by the Chu people, my father also died. I never heard from her again... Only you, Arnold, are by my side. Do you still remember that we held hands like this and swore an oath before our father's spirit?"

Lu Che's dark pupils suddenly lit up, like a faint firefly in the night. Tao Yao knew that such light would be fleeting.

Tao Yao couldn't answer. Everything he said was just a blank in her memory.

Lu Che's increasingly fiery gaze fell on Tao Yao. Tao Yao had nowhere to hide and could only let him hold her hand tightly, sharing the pain with him.

Tao Yao shook her head and said, "I don't remember."

The light in Lu Che's eyes dimmed immediately, but it didn't completely go out. "I know. We later got separated in the desert, and I never heard from you again... It wasn't until I saw you last time at Chunfeng Tower that I knew you were still alive. Later, I learned that the Marquis of Zhenbei adopted you. How have you been these years?"