"Behave yourself once you're inside, or I won't hesitate to break your arms and legs."

Xia Yuandao gave Su An a threatening look, then pulled her off the carriage.

The brothel was brightly lit, with the sounds of silk and bamboo instruments filling the air. The air was thick with the scent of perfume and the sounds of laughter, creating a scene of decadent luxury.

Su An's breathing quickened slightly, and she immediately thought of the pleasure boat.

Could it be that this old scoundrel has changed his mind and is going to sell himself to a brothel?!

Unexpectedly, Xia Yuandao pressed her down as if to conceal their presence, and led her through the crowd to a luxurious private room.

Inside the room, a man was lounging lazily on a carved chaise long chair. He was handsome, with a high nose and full lips, and his skin was a healthy yet wild wheat color, like a cheetah poised to pounce, exuding a dangerous aura.

What shocked Su An even more was that the man was wearing a magnificent purple robe, on which the Northern Hu totem of a gray wolf and a white deer was embroidered with silver thread!

The totem's lines are hard and sharp, each bend resembling a sharp blade, exuding an air of noble status that cannot be violated.

"Second Prince, I have brought the person."

Xia Yuandao pushed her forward, and his respectful voice made Su An's heart tremble.

This man is actually the second prince of the Northern Hu!

And yet they brazenly appeared within the territory of the Chu Kingdom!

Zhan Beiluan narrowed his dark green, wolf-like pupils, his gaze like a cold, arrogant blade slicing across Su An's body.

From her carefully made-up yet still haggard face, to that gorgeous yet ostentatious red dress, it all comes back to her face.

The faint smile at the corner of his mouth became more pronounced, but it was filled with disdain: "With your looks? You can hardly be called a beauty."

"I really don't know what bewitched the Prince of Zhenbei and the Emperor of Great Chu, that they would be so captivated by such an unremarkable woman."

Su An's already pent-up anger was instantly ignited upon hearing Zhan Beiluan's words.

She gave a cold, mocking smile: "While I may not be a beauty of unparalleled grace, I am still a hundred or a thousand times better than you barbarians who only know how to scheme, kill, burn, and plunder."

The surrounding air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Xia Yuandao's face was grim, but he remained bowed and dared not move.

Zhan Beiluan raised his arrogant and unruly eyebrows, looking at Su An with some surprise.

"No wonder I had to lock you up for a few days. Turns out, you're quite the smooth talker, woman!"

Su An, expressionless, curled his lip and said, "I have a choice of who to talk to, especially when it comes to wolves in sheep's clothing. There's no need to hold back when it comes to them. Just ignore them like they're farting!"

These vulgar and offensive words made Zhan Beiluan frown, his eyes filled with disgust.

This seemingly delicate woman is surprisingly unrestrained when she starts cursing.

"I originally thought that all the women of the Great Chu were gentle and obedient, but I didn't expect you to be like a girl from our grasslands, wild and untamed!"

"Does the prince of the Northern Hu only know how to talk nonsense?" Su An's gaze pierced Zhan Beiluan, wishing he could see through his thoughts.

"What exactly is your purpose? Stop hiding it like a stinking rat, something you can't bear to see in public!"

Su An's voice suddenly became shrill, as he tried to use reverse psychology to force the other party to reveal their true intentions.

Unexpectedly, Zhan Beiluan did not respond to her question. Instead, he suddenly turned his head to look outside the door, a cruel smile with murderous intent curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't worry, it seems your lover has caught up with you. This scene is getting more and more interesting."

Su An was startled and looked towards the door in astonishment.

Just then, a cacophony of hoofbeats and the chilling sounds of an army could be heard outside. The entire brothel seemed to tremble slightly, and soon it was completely surrounded.

Immediately afterwards, the door was smashed to pieces.

A specially made rosewood wheelchair led the way into the house, where Fu Zhun sat upright and appeared in everyone's sight, surrounded by a group of soldiers.

He stood tall and straight, his narrow eyes filled with frost. His gaze sent a chill down one's spine, and the air around him seemed to freeze at the sight of him.

"Fu Zhun!" Su An couldn't help but exclaim, his eyes filled with surprise and astonishment.

Did they time this perfectly? Perfect timing!

Fu Zhun's gaze immediately fell on Su An, and his eyes darkened.

Just as Su An was about to take the opportunity to run over, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck. Before she could even cry out, Xia Yuandao pulled her over violently.

With his other hand, he swiftly drew a dagger from his waist. A flash of cold light, and the sharp blade pressed tightly against Su An's slender neck.

"You've already lured me here, release her!" Fu Zhun's voice was icy.

Xia Yuandao sneered. If he made the slightest move, Su An would be splattered with blood on the spot: "Now is not the time for you to speak!"

"Tsk tsk." At this moment, Zhan Beiluan clapped his hands and stood up with great interest.

His dark green eyes flashed with excitement and killing intent, but at the same time he was extremely puzzled: "King Zhenbei, your opponent is me, not someone who exposes their weaknesses because of a useless woman."

"Or is it true, as the rumors say, that you've really become obsessed with women? If so, I really look down on you!"

Fu Zhun frowned, his gaze lingering on Zhan Beiluan for a moment. "Second Prince."

"It's been a long time since we last met after the war several years ago. Are you restless and want to provoke another conflict between our two countries?"

The tone of his voice suddenly turned cold at the end, and the chill felt so real that it made the room feel like it had fallen into an ice cave.

"Whether or not to start a war depends on your decision, Prince Zhenbei."

Zhan Beiluan licked his scarlet lips, a hint of amusement and greed in his voice: "As long as you die, I will immediately release her, and our two countries will be at peace!"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly flashed forward like a cheetah, pouncing on Fu Zhun. He drew his curved sword from his waist and raised it high, even creating a strong gust of wind.

"Watch out!" Su An shouted, her heart pounding.

This is shameless! They can't take a game and resort to sneak attacks!

Although Fu Zhun was in a wheelchair, he moved with remarkable speed. He quickly drew his long sword from the armrest of the wheelchair and thrust it at Zhan Beiluan.

The longsword and the scimitar clashed, producing a piercing metallic clang and sparks flying.

"It seems the Prince of Zhenbei isn't so fond of that woman after all!" Zhan Beiluan sneered, his attacks becoming even more ferocious, each move brimming with killing intent.

"Protect the prince!"

The soldiers immediately prepared to rush forward, but Fu Zhun stopped them with a cold, deep voice: "Don't interfere, be alert to your surroundings!"

Su An was still being held hostage on the other side. If Zhan Beiluan was injured or defeated, her situation would be dire.

Fu Zhun's eyes were as calm as still water. His swordsmanship was exquisite, and the wheelchair was as if it were part of his body under his control. He skillfully avoided Zhan Beiluan's attacks while looking for his opponent's weaknesses.

However, due to his limited mobility, Fu Zhun gradually lost ground under Zhan Beiluan's relentless and arrogant attacks, and several bloody cuts appeared on his arms and shoulders!