Gourmet Girl: Becoming a Royal Merchant Started from Selling Buns

The next moment, he let out a long sigh, glanced down at Li Wanyue condescendingly, and raised his hand with a gloomy expression.

"Come here, arrest her for me. I want to interrogate her personally!"

"Your Majesty, I really have nothing to do with this matter. For me, this is a matter of great harm and no benefit. I have no reason to do this. Don't you believe me?"

Li Wanyue was anxious and stood up from the ground, trying her best to explain to him.

Not to mention anything else, although she appeared to be devoted to Zhun in recent years, she was secretly having an affair with Chu Yi. She was also looking forward to Chu Yi welcoming her into the palace as soon as possible. How could she do such a thing that would harm others and not benefit herself?

The guards were afraid that she would become desperate and do something to hurt Chu Yi, so they quickly stepped forward and forcefully dragged her out of the room.

In an instant, only Chu Yi and his two companions, as well as a few attendant guards, were left in the room.

In the awkward atmosphere, Su An's eyelids twitched and he looked at Fu Zhun in confusion.

"What is going on? Is Miss Li really colluding with the Northern Hu?"

Probably not!

Li Wanyue is not short of money or power. If she really colluded with Beihu, she could only be someone who wanted to take over Beihu's army.

I heard that the northern Hu people have a strong odor, but there is nothing special about them.

Is this what she likes?

Thinking of this, Su An couldn't help swallowing, and the expression on his face looked like he was constipated.

Fu Zhun didn't pay much attention to it, he just frowned and sighed.

"It's hard to say. She might really be being used by the Beihu. But based on my understanding of her, she shouldn't be such a dull person. It's more likely that she and the Beihu are using each other."

The northern barbarians are rude and unreasonable, like a dog-skin plaster.

If Li Wanyue used Beihu as a gun just to deal with her and they exploited each other, then Li Wanyue could really be considered a ruthless character.

Su An shook his head and sighed softly.

Only at this moment did Chu Yi relax from his nervous mood.

Looking at Yan'er lying on the ground with her eyes open, he kicked her angrily and uttered some harsh words.

"I nearly died here today. I will wipe out these remnants of the Northern Hu sooner or later!"

"Uncle, today's incident is closely related to yesterday's assassination. Why don't you investigate both?"

One crisis after another comes, how can three days be enough?

Su An subconsciously wanted to refuse, but heard Fu Zhun's deep voice.

"This is about the remnants of the Northern Hu people. I will not stand idly by."

Seeing that he agreed, Chu Yi's face regained some smile, and he bowed to Fu Zhun and gave him a false compliment.

"I know that my uncle is a man of great generosity and will not hold it against me. So I'll leave this matter to my uncle!"

After saying this, he turned around with ease and left the place with big strides.

Su An, on the other hand, rolled his eyes in annoyance at Chu Yi's back.

He would make people work for him with just one request. It was no wonder that the emperor was so cunning. He was even more stingy than her, the boss.

Seeing that the person had disappeared, Su An sighed and muttered depressedly.

"All the clues have been cut off, and with only two days left, how can we possibly find out? Why didn't you take the opportunity to bargain and give him a few days' grace? Why did you agree to it so rashly?"

"Don't worry about this matter. Since I have agreed, I will find a way."

Fu Zhun shook his head, feeling both amused and helpless, and spoke to comfort her.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, Su An reluctantly shut up.

She walked around behind Fu Zhun, pushed him away, and spoke in Chu Yi's tone.

"Alright, alright, I was overthinking it. Your Highness is incredibly intelligent, and he'll definitely find a way to uncover the truth. So, I'll leave my life in your hands!"

Fu Zhun pursed his lips and smiled, but didn't say much.

But Su An was behind him and didn't see it. The doting in his eyes was almost turning into reality.

There were not many people on the road. The two of them talked as they walked, analyzing the current situation in low voices.

When they were passing a remote street, a black man in coarse clothes suddenly appeared at the corner, carrying a shoulder pole and walking towards them.

They both kept their mouths shut and walked away quietly.

But what was strange was that when the black man passed by them, there was not a trace of sweat on his body. Instead, there was a faint smell of ink. If you didn't smell it carefully, you probably wouldn't be able to smell it.

He looks so rough, but he is not good at martial arts but is good at literature. He is really a person with personality.

Su An frowned and subconsciously glanced sideways at him.

Coincidentally, the man turned around and looked at her.

In an instant, their eyes met, and a familiar feeling came to Su An's heart, making him feel a little nervous.

For some reason, she always felt that these eyes looked very familiar!

But when she thought about it carefully, she couldn't figure it out. Could it be that she had seen it wrong?

Just as Su An was hesitating, the black man's footsteps suddenly stopped, followed by a slight sound of breaking through the air.

Fu Zhun's ears twitched slightly and his eyes narrowed dangerously.

In a flash, he subconsciously turned his wheelchair and changed the direction.

At the same time, he grabbed Su An's arm and pulled her into his arms. He gently held her head with one hand and put the other hand in front of her, using his two fingers to clamp the flying object.

"Who dares to act rashly in front of this king?"

As he finished speaking, the flying knife that was flashing with cold light suddenly fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Su An, still in shock, quickly got up from his arms and looked at the assassin.

The black man did not run away. He threw the carrying pole in his hand aside, smiled at them strangely, reached out to the side of his face, and tore off a human face, revealing his original appearance.

Even if this face turned into ashes, Su An would recognize it.

What is this?

He Cheng brushed off the clothes on his shoulders, clapped his hands, and smiled provocatively.

"Your Highness is indeed a man who has been on the battlefield. His skills are indeed amazing."

"But it's a pity that the prince is now lame and has a hard time protecting himself, so how can he protect her? Without the help of those guards today, I want to see who can come to save her!"

"Xiao An, today I will kill the ghost that has taken over your body as a sacrifice to you. If you knew, you would be happy too!"

As he spoke, he suddenly drew a dagger from his waist. His face was distorted and sick, and his eyes were fixed on Su An.

Su An just felt a chill in his heart.

It was clearly he who killed the original owner, Su An, but now he puts all the blame on her. Does he think that this will make him feel at ease? How funny!

"As long as I'm here, don't dare touch my people!"

The warmth on Fu Zhun's face disappeared, and there was a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth.

Without waiting for He Cheng to react, he raised his hand, pulled out a long whip from behind the wheelchair, and swung it at He Cheng first.

The long whip touched his clothes and rolled him up by the waist.

As Fu Zhun grasped the whip and exerted force, He Cheng flew into the air and was forced to roll towards him.