Gourmet Girl: Becoming a Royal Merchant Started from Selling Buns

Xia Yuandao shouted loudly, but the trembling in his voice revealed his panic.

"Why is there no evidence?" Fu Zhun's dark eyes were deep and he looked down at him coldly.

At this moment, the surrounding subordinates immediately responded with a loud cry: "We are willing to testify for the prince! Xia Yuandao assassinated the prince in public, his crime is unforgivable!"

Fu Zhun nodded slightly and looked at Xia Yuandao as if he was looking at an ant.

"Did you hear it? With all the witnesses here, do you have anything else to say?"

Xia Yuandao's face turned ashen and pale.

He never expected that he would turn the tables on Su An, but Fu Zhun would turn around and accuse him of something else!

It was only one step away... How hateful! How hateful!

Knowing that he had no chance of survival, a trace of desperate madness flashed in his eyes, and he laughed heartily: "Fu Zhun, if you kill me, the Northern Hu will never let you go, and the Great Chu will perish sooner or later!"

"Then you're probably daydreaming." Fu Zhun snorted lightly and swung his sword violently. The sword cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

With a dull sound, blood splattered and Xia Yuandao's head rolled to the ground in an instant. There was still fear and unwillingness in his wide-open eyes.

Fu Zhun's brows flashed with contempt, and then he looked at his subordinates around him and said in a steady and authoritative voice: "Report the assassination of Xia Yuandao to the court truthfully. Today's action is for the peace of Da Chu, and there can be no doubt about it."

"Yes!"

After noon, Su An heard the news that Fu Zhun had been assassinated, and his heart skipped a beat.

Without caring that he had not yet had enough rest, he hurried towards the room where Fu Zhun was.

"Master, Miss Su is running this way."

Fu Zhun came back from the dungeon covered in blood. He was just taking a shower and changing into his robe when he heard An Yi's report.

"Run?"

Could it be that he heard the assassination news he released...

He raised the corners of his lips slightly, and just as he asked the servants to leave and walked into the house, Su An rushed in hurriedly.

"Fu Zhun! I heard that you were assassinated by Xia Gouze. Are you okay?!"

Hearing Su An's breathless voice, full of worry, Fu Zhun's interest became stronger.

He leaned on the wheelchair and coughed weakly a few times, then coordinated the circulation of internal energy in his body, temporarily stagnating his qi and blood, making his face look abnormally pale.

It looks like top-grade mutton-fat jade, but has lost its warm luster and reveals a heart-wrenching sense of weakness.

"Ahem... I'm fine. I just didn't pay attention for a moment and got some internal injuries."

An Yi, who was guarding outside, was stunned: "..."

ah? What?

The prince is confused and has started talking nonsense?

It was clear that Xia Yuandao didn't even have the slightest chance of taking action!

But Su An in the house didn't think so.

As soon as she saw Fu Zhun's bloodless white face, she suddenly had the urge to dig out Xia Yuandao's body and kill him again.

"That insidious bastard, I heard you killed him with one knife. He really got it right!"

Su An gritted his teeth, but seeing Fu Zhun frowning in pain, he asked nervously, "Has the miracle doctor examined him? Is the situation serious? What do you need me to do?"

Fu Zhun was speechless after being asked three questions in a row. He pondered for a moment and said, "Just rest for a while. If you can supplement it with massage to regulate your meridians, maybe you will recover faster."

"Massage is easy. I'll help you lie down on the bed."

Hearing this, Su An took the initiative to push the wheelchair to the side of the bed, put one hand gently on Fu Zhun's shoulder, and put the other hand around his back to help him stand up.

She exerted a little force, and Fu Zhun used the force to push himself up from the wheelchair, his body inevitably leaning towards Su An.

"Sorry to trouble you."

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Fu Zhun smiled softly and spoke at this moment.

The breath brushed past his ears, carrying a seductive warmth that made Su An's cheeks instantly red.

"You've saved me so many times, and I'm not a heartless person. Of course I'll risk my life to take care of you..." Su An's head was hot, and he muttered subconsciously.

When he helped him to the bed, his fingers accidentally pressed on Fu Zhun's chest. The solid and hot touch made Su An's heartbeat disordered again, and he retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

This this!

She was clearly doing it out of a sense of duty just now, so how come she suddenly couldn't control her fluttering heart?

Su An was embarrassed, but the next moment a strong hand grabbed his wrist.

Fu Zhun looked at her with his deep black eyes, trying to smile: "Didn't you want to give me a massage? Do you regret it?"

Su An: "..."

After being single for a long time, I find this hand with distinct joints so handsome.

No, no, she is a gentleman!

Su An kept convincing himself, lowered his flushed face, and lifted Fu Zhun's robe, "Master, lie down, I will massage your legs!"

The soft fingers started from Fu Zhun's calf, pressing rhythmically, sometimes kneading, sometimes patting, trying to relieve the imagined internal injury of the tendons and veins.

Fu Zhun lowered his eyes, looking at her red, apple-like face and the soft and delicate touch between her legs, and his Adam's apple rolled down heavily.

A hint of ambiguity lingered from the bed.

Outside the window, An's eyes twitched wildly, and he looked up at the sky with an indescribable look.

Where did his iron-blooded prince go?

Why is it that every time he meets Miss Su, the prince becomes so... disgusting! I can't bear to watch!

He wants a replacement! Whoever wants to take up this duty can do it!

"By the way, did you get anything out of Xia Yuandao during your interrogation? Why did he suddenly want to assassinate you?"

Su An, who was unaware of the crazy complaints from someone outside, suddenly thought of the main topic.

While massaging, she raised her eyes and cast a puzzled look.

Upon hearing this, Fu Zhun tightened his grip and a barely perceptible hint of guilt flashed across his eyes.

He pursed his lips slightly and spoke calmly, "Xia Yuandao has evil ambitions and is trying to disrupt national security. Assassinating me is just one of his plans. He thinks that by killing me, he can open the door to invade Da Chu."

However, after hearing this, Su An's eyes were filled with even more surprise.

"No matter how ambitious he is, he wouldn't choose to do it in prison. Isn't that courting death?"

Xia Yuandao has been able to hide for so long without revealing his identity, so he must be able to endure it. How could he do something that even a fool would not do?

Strange and strange.

"Hmm..." Fu Zhun's gaze drifted slightly, and he cleared his throat before changing the subject. "There's no need to worry about the dead. However, His Majesty's envoy will be arriving soon. This court interrogation will surely be serious, so you need to be mentally prepared."

After all, he had faced many storms before, so Su An was still confident in himself and nodded in assurance.

Two days later, Su An followed Fu Zhun and met the so-called messenger at the door of the inn.

The other person was dressed in black, with a scarf covering his face, revealing only a pair of cold eyes that were as sharp and creepy as hooks.

Behind him followed a group of royal guards, wearing helmets and armor, and their aura was full of hostility.

The black-clad messenger strode forward, his inexplicable gaze first swept over Su An, seemed to pause fiercely, and then stabbed directly at Fu Zhun.

"King of Zhenbei, kneel down and accept your punishment!"