Reborn, I was pursued by the Prince of the Broken Sleeves

Su Tinggui is seven years older than Aunt Liu. When he was a child, his family fell into poverty and his father died early, so his mother took him to the Liu Mansion.

At that time, he was ten years old and Aunt Liu had just turned three years old.

He watched her grow up, spoiled her and doted on her until she encountered family misfortune and had to marry him as a concubine.

Deep down, he felt guilty towards her.

He was unable to give the girl whom he held in the palm of his hand a legitimate status at first, and later he could only give her the status of a concubine, and her child also became a concubine's daughter.

He owes her this life.

In front of his daughter, Su Tinggui stroked the wound on Aunt Liu's cheek with his fingers and asked distressedly, "Have you applied the medicine? Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts! It hurts so much!" Aunt Liu pouted and acted coquettishly. "At that time, I thought I would never see Master again. I was so scared."

Extremely sad, she threw herself into Su Tinggui's arms and burst into tears.

Su Tinggui held the person in his arms, felt her trembling body, and opened his mouth to comfort her.

Unexpectedly, a scent from her hair rushed straight into his nostrils.

What's this smell?

I remember the last time she stayed in the Dali Temple prison for several days and nights. When she returned home, she didn't even wash or change her clothes. Instead, she ran to Yixiang Garden and caused trouble.

At that time, just like before, she threw herself into his arms, begging for comfort in a wronged manner.

But the rotten and stinking smell in the prison was like taking a stinky salted fish that had been pickled for three months out of stinky water and rubbing it on the hair, mixed with the hair oil, which made people... sick and uncomfortable.

After that day, he was afraid of her when he saw her and didn't hug her for a long time.

So what does her hair smell like today?

It was as if the head had been dipped in the feces and urine in the stable a few times, and then sprayed with the rich fragrance of osmanthus. The strong stench and the strong fragrance mixed together to form an indescribable smell that was even stinkier than constipated feces.

Su Tinggui held his breath, pulled the person out of his arms, and unconsciously took a few steps back. His expression instantly calmed down a bit, "I heard that His Royal Highness Prince Jin saved you. With him around, there's nothing to be afraid of."

It would be fine if His Royal Highness Prince Jin was not mentioned, but once Prince Jin was mentioned, Concubine Liu felt even more uncomfortable.

She clearly knelt down and kowtowed to the prince to express her gratitude, but he ignored her, jumped on his horse and rode away.

There is only one carriage in Prince Jin's mansion, and my daughter can sit in it.

It would definitely be inappropriate for her, a concubine from the Su family, to go there.

She fell off the carriage, her whole body was bruised and in pain, but she still had to follow the carriage, braving the wind and rain, walking back step by step.

She had lived most of her life with so much hardship, but she had never experienced such suffering.

Thinking of this, Aunt Liu felt even more aggrieved and was about to throw herself into Su Tinggui's arms again.

Su Tinggui had already figured out her intentions, and he took a few steps back, saying coldly, "You guys take a good rest. Something happened at Baiyun Temple. I'm going to go up the mountain with Lord Cao to take a look."

When Baiyun Temple was mentioned, Su Jiaojiao, who had been watching coldly, said, "Dad, Mom and my eldest sister followed us down the mountain. We agreed to have dinner together after returning home."

"It's a pity that our carriage had an accident and we didn't return home on time, keeping Mother and Eldest Sister waiting for a long time. Will they blame us?"

"How dare they blame others!"

Su Tinggui was filled with rage at the mention of Lin and his eldest daughter. "You guys were in trouble and haven't returned yet, yet you still sent someone to deliver a message. But there's no news from them mother and daughter at all. I wonder where they've gone?"

Su Jiaojiao lowered her eyes and smiled secretly, but when she spoke, her tone was different, "Mother and elder sister are not so ignorant of etiquette. Perhaps the rainstorm was too heavy and they were stranded there and unable to send a message."

Aunt Liu curled her lips and added, "Two women are stranded outside with a large group of men, a man and a woman all alone. If this news gets out, where will our Su family's face be saved?"

After these words were spoken, Su Tinggui's face became even uglier.

"After daybreak, you and the Su Mansion guards will return to the mansion first. I will go to Baiyun Temple to take a look."

"Master," Aunt Liu didn't want him to go look for Lin in person. "It rained heavily last night, and the mountain roads are muddy. How can you risk going? Why not send two servants to check?"

"Nonsense!"

Su Tinggui glanced at the corridor outside and said in a low voice: "Master Cao and I came out to take care of some important matters. You guys go back to the mansion first."

Aunt Liu wanted to pull Su Tinggui's hand and argue with him again, not wanting him to leave.

There were footsteps on the corridor outside.

Several men came from the other end of the corridor.

The leader had a handsome face and his hair was tied up with a simple headband, looking neat and tidy.

He was wearing a light blue robe with a small jade pendant hanging on his belt, which swayed gently with his steps, making a crisp sound.

He walked with a light gait and a calm and relaxed demeanor.

Such an elegant and handsome young man will be the future emperor of the Daqian Kingdom.

Su Jiaojiao was fascinated by the man and only regretted that she was blind and deaf in her previous life and did not realize the good in him.

He only wanted to cling to His Royal Highness Prince Qi, who held military power, and conquer that cold-faced King of Hell.

Unexpectedly, he who was the most popular candidate to sit on the throne was in poor health, but fortunately he was homosexual.

She is the only concubine in Prince Qi's mansion, but she stays alone in the empty room every day, feeling lonely and regretful.

Fortunately... God gave her a chance to start over.

Su Jiaojiao hurriedly straightened her dress, smoothed her hair, and stepped forward with lotus steps, bowing deeply, "Your Highness Prince Jin, your humble servant pays respects to you."

"Get up." Ye Zhi's eyes softened a little when he looked at her.

Yesterday, a tragic assassination occurred on the mountain road leading to Baiyun Temple.

My fourth brother fell off a cliff and his life or death is unknown.

According to the route of his carriage, if he had not stopped to treat the people in the Su family, he would have been doomed.

He took the credit for saving her, but in fact she also saved him secretly.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Su Jiaojiao slowly stood up.

The light in the inn was dim. She looked up, and her dark eyes were shining with ripples, which looked particularly beautiful.

"You..." Ye Zhi wanted to say a few more words of advice, but when she glanced and saw Aunt Liu behind her, her nose suddenly wrinkled.

The smell from yesterday seemed to still linger in his nose...

Without bothering to exchange pleasantries, he strode out, his steps no longer as calm as before.

"Your Highness..." Su Jiaojiao called softly, looking at his back, feeling quite lost.

Su Tinggui hurriedly warned: "Rest well and return home early. I will be back soon."

"Master..." Aunt Liu ran out of the door, but when she saw Lord Cao coming, she was so scared that she retreated back into the house, too frightened to say a word.

The group went out, mounted their horses, and under the glow of morning light, led a team of officers and soldiers towards Baiyun Temple.

An hour later, a century-old tree lay across the road, and rolling stones and mud blocked the way for everyone.

They dismounted, climbed over the rocks, and walked forward for a distance. Suddenly, the view in front of them opened up.

Everywhere I looked, there was blood, broken limbs, and heads tumbling everywhere...

The scene was horrific and horrific.

"Ouch..."

Ever since he smelled the stench in Aunt Liu's hair, Su Tinggui felt as if he was possessed, and felt that the smell was always lingering at the tip of his nose.

At this moment, the smell mixed with the smell of blood made his stomach churn and he could no longer bear it.

He lowered his head and vomited all over the floor.

Ye Zhi, who had been holding his breath, saw this scene, tilted his head, his internal organs churning, and he lowered his head and began to retch.

Neither a civil official nor a prince who only knew how to write had ever seen such a grand scene.

At that moment, both of them lost their composure.