Ping Zhao Lu

Shi An understood what he meant and used up his last bit of strength to throw himself forward and fall down.

In an instant, the dart whizzed past his head and pierced straight into the thick tree trunk not far ahead.

There was a crisp "crack" sound, and the tree trunk was deeply cracked by the sharp dart, and debris flew everywhere.

Shi'an fell heavily to the ground. He endured the severe pain and quickly turned over, holding Chu Heyuan firmly under him.

At this time, the blood color on his face had faded quickly like the tide, replaced by a pale color, and cold sweat on his forehead.

He can't run anymore.

The dart on my back is too noticeable, it hurts, and it's poisonous.

"Shi'an, how are you?" Chu Heyuan was shocked, his voice full of fear and worry.

And the killers behind them were still approaching them step by step.

Mu Song, the leader, brandished his sword, and the tip of the sword was about to touch Shi'an.

At the critical moment, a sharp "whoosh" sound suddenly rang out, and several sharp arrows broke through the air like lightning, rushing towards Mu Song and others with endless murderous intent.

Mu Song, who was quick-witted, dodged the arrows with his swift eyes and hands.

The killers behind him were not so lucky. With screams, they were shot by arrows and fell to the ground one after another.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince!" With this shout, dust rose in the distance, and teams of fully armed soldiers and horses were galloping towards them.

Seeing this, Mu Song's face changed suddenly. Knowing that the situation was not good, he made a quick decision and ordered his men to retreat quickly.

"Your Highness, are you okay?"

Minister Pei was extremely anxious. He shouted as he hurriedly dismounted and ran towards Chu Heyuan in two steps. His followers hurriedly followed and together they carefully helped Shi'an, who had fallen to the ground, to his feet.

Chu Heyuan slowly stood up with the help of Pei Shilang, dusted himself off, and said, enduring the pain, "I'm fine, don't worry. However, Shi'an is seriously injured. You should take him to a nearby doctor as soon as possible! There can't be any delay!"

Pei Nanchao, who had arrived from behind, saw the crown prince in such a state of disgrace and couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy. He stepped forward and said with concern, "Your Highness, your face is covered in dust. You should wipe it off first." As he spoke, he pulled out a clean white handkerchief from his bosom and handed it to him.

Chu Heyuan took the handkerchief and wiped his face casually a few times. Then he raised his head and looked anxiously at Minister Pei. He said, "The ones who attacked us were Second Emperor's uncle's men. I think something happened in the palace. We need to rush back to the palace without delay!"

After hearing what the prince said, Minister Pei's already solemn expression became even more serious. He hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

Seeing this, Pei Nanchao ignored his grandfather's hesitation and revealed the hidden truth in one breath: "When we arrived just now, we also encountered these assassins. Before that, my grandfather received a secret letter from the palace, saying that the King of Yue and others had initiated a palace coup and were now detained and awaiting execution. The King of Huai unfortunately died while trying to save the emperor..."

Pei Nanchao spoke rapidly, but each word was crystal clear, as if he was afraid to miss any crucial information. He recounted to Chu Heyuan the thrilling events that had taken place in the palace today, in detail and in detail.

As Pei Nanchao spoke, Chu Heyuan's originally calm face gradually became solemn, and in the end it was filled with shock and endless sorrow.

He never imagined that his fourth uncle, who had always cared for him, would leave the world forever.

Chu Heyuan was very heartbroken.

……

The cold wind swept through Xiaohua Palace mercilessly, blowing up the dead yellow leaves on the ground and filling the whole courtyard with a desolate atmosphere.

Chu Yunxiao, dressed in plain white mourning clothes, stood alone under the withered tree in the courtyard. His face was sad and lonely, and he let the cold wind blow against his frail body.

This was once the residence of his fourth brother before he established his own family.

When he was young, he often played jokes here with his fourth brother. The maids in the palace could not control them and were unwilling to interfere.

Everyone felt that the prince living in this palace was not favored, so as long as they did not interfere with other nobles, they would just let them be...

Chu Yunxiao stared blankly at the pile of fallen leaves on the ground. He slowly raised his hand and caught a dead leaf that was still drifting in the wind. His fingers gently stroked the clearly visible veins on the leaf, as if he wanted to touch that distant and beautiful past through this small leaf.

Time passed quietly, and he didn't know how long it had been when he suddenly felt a warmth coming from his body.

He glanced sideways slightly, and the heavy cloak gently covered his shoulders, shielding him from the cold wind.

Chu Yunxiao turned his head in confusion, and what caught his eyes was Xu Zhouye's face full of worry.

"It's getting late and the dew is heavy. Your Majesty should go inside."

Chu Yunxiao lowered his eyes slightly, shook his head gently, and responded in a low voice: "Let this cold wind blow, it will help me wake up."

Seeing this, Xu Zhouye pursed his lips, his eyes filled with heartache. After a moment's silence, he stepped forward, opened his arms, and tightly embraced the man immersed in grief. He said comfortingly, "I think Prince Huai wouldn't want to see Your Majesty like this."

Chu Yunxiao took a deep breath, as if to expel all the heaviness and depression in his heart. He slowly raised his hand and gently stroked the back of the head of the person in front of him, speechless for a moment.

Xu Zhouye felt very uncomfortable when he saw that the person was not moving or talking.

He was also surprised by the death of Prince Huai.

This didn't happen in my previous life.

Is it really because of his rebirth that the fate of other characters has changed drastically?

Thinking of this, Xu Zhouye's mood became heavier and more complicated.

If so, isn't this the price of rebirth?

If this is true, he would rather sleep in his previous life than see this life, which was originally vibrant, being destroyed for no reason because of him.

What’s more, this person is Chu Yunzheng.

Yun Xiao's most cherished younger brother.

He is also his old friend.

The playboy who once boasted that he would marry only him, now never married, ended up with such a tragic and miserable end...

"How did you get hurt?"

An urgent question broke the silent air. Xu Zhouye was startled for a moment, but quickly broke free from his chaotic thoughts.

He raised his head somewhat dazedly and met Chu Yunxiao's concerned and anxious gaze.

Chu Yunxiao's face was full of tension. The hand that was originally on Xu Zhouye's shoulder loosened quickly as if he had been electrocuted. He stared at Xu Zhouye's shoulder with a heavy gaze. Blood was flowing out from there, staining his clothes red, which was particularly glaring.

Before Xu Zhouye could respond, Chu Yunxiao immediately picked him up by the waist and rushed towards a room in the courtyard. At the same time, he shouted for someone to quickly call the imperial physician.

"I...I'm fine." A trace of panic flashed across Xu Zhouye's eyes. He endured the pain and said softly, "Doctor Chen checked me. It's just a minor skin injury."

"You're injured like this, but you're still okay!" Chu Yunxiao's face suddenly turned cold. He carefully carried the man to sit on the couch, then reached out and slowly took off the bloodstained clothes on Xu Zhouye.

When he saw the bloody bandage wrapped around his shoulder, his heart couldn't help but wrench his teeth. The bandage had long been soaked with blood, and was a heart-wrenching dark red.

Chu Yunxiao's hands trembled involuntarily, and a chilling coldness flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath and blamed himself hoarsely, "I shouldn't have let you take this risk. If anything happens to you, I..."

Xu Zhouye shook his head and gently leaned towards Chu Yunxiao, interrupting his unfinished words, "You and I are husband and wife, and we should share weal and woe."

As he spoke, Xu Zhouye hugged Chu Yunxiao tightly, his voice choked with sobs as he said, "Your Majesty, please cheer up... I... I don't want to see Your Majesty like this..."

"Not only me, I believe that the spirit of King Huai in heaven would also feel sorry for you and would definitely not want to see Your Majesty so depressed..."

Chu Yunxiao lowered his eyes, looking at the person in his arms who was enduring such pain with him. He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with great distress, "I know, don't cry, Ah Jin."

However, despite telling people not to cry, Chu Yunxiao's own eyes were already wet.

He blinked desperately, trying to hold back the tears that were about to burst out, but he couldn't stop them.

So she simply stopped suppressing the pain in her heart, hugged Xu Zhouye tightly, and let the tears roll down.