Chapter 114: Beili Wolf King x Central Plains Prince 50

Qian Zhou didn't listen to him and continued:

"Your spy didn't know either, didn't he notice that my legs were shaking when I left his room?"

Although he hadn't done it many times, the few times he had done it left a deep impression on Qianzhou.

He even remembered exactly when Xiao Jintian said it, but it was just too much to bear.

Xiao Jintian really likes to break his legs.

Qian Zhou felt even happier as he watched Qian Lingxiao's face gradually turn bluer.

Every word of these words was like a fine sword, piercing Qian Lingxiao's heart, making it sour and painful.

It was obviously me who had been with him since he was a child, and it was also me who bought things for him whether it was the Lantern Festival or the Flower Festival.

After being together for so long, why was it that Xiao Jintian suddenly intervened and took it away?

Qian Lingxiao lowered his eyes in the shadows.

Why...

Qian Zhou frowned, "You don't really think you're that good to me?"

Qian Lingxiao raised his head and looked at him. The gentleness in his eyes completely disappeared, and from then on he turned into a hysterical silence.

These words hurt more than killing him.

"Am I not good to you?"

Qian Lingxiao grabbed the front of his shirt and said, "Qian Zhou... your words are too hurtful."

Qian Zhou's voice was cold. "Being good to me? Cutting off my food supplies and wanting me to die in Beili?"

Qian Lingxiao didn't say anything this time.

The pain between his brows was so obvious that his eyebrows twitched slightly.

He seemed to be shrouded in an indissoluble shadow, and the lingering guilt left him speechless.

"Brother."

Qian Lingxiao's heart skipped a beat, but these two words had no emotion at all, even the ending tone was cold.

However, Qian Zhou had always called him that in the past. When he was young, he called him "Brother Lingxiao", and when he grew up, he changed to "Brother".

Later, somehow it became the word "imperial brother", and in private I would occasionally go back to calling him "brother".

Later on, even the word "brother" was rarely heard.

So when Qian Zhou blocked his drink, Qian Lingxiao was immediately attracted by this more intimate name.

Although that might be to piss Jiang Xiaoying off.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and flocks of birds flew away in fright. Raindrops fell on Qian Lingxiao's cheeks.

The winter in the Central Plains seemed to be even colder. The cold wind made Qian Lingxiao's eyes dry and his throat hoarse.

Qianzhou pulled the dagger from its sheath and said, "This is the last time I will call you."

"I don't know when you fell in love with me, Qian Lingxiao. I don't think it's true."

"Perhaps it's because I'm more user-friendly than Jiang Xiaoying and can help you do many things that Jiang Xiaoying can't control. Or perhaps it's because you've been deceiving yourself since you made up your mind to lie to your father and the people, to make them believe that you and I have a deep bond..."

"Or...it's my face that you're attracted to?"

Qian Zhou walked towards Qian Lingxiao step by step, "You want too many things, fame, wealth, the throne, and me."

The blade flashed with a cold light, the dagger was extremely sharp, Qian Zhou and Qian Lingxiao were less than half a meter apart.

"Xiao Jintian never asked me to help him with anything."

Qian Lingxiao's pupils shrank, and he said, "I don't want to hear this name."

Qian Zhou exhaled slowly, "It's time to end it. If it weren't for those 60 whips, maybe he and I would have died sooner."

The hideous crisscross scars on Xiao Jintian's back will never disappear in his lifetime, and Qianzhou can remember every undulating line.

Even though the scar no longer hurts, the memories will never fade away.

The trees are tall, and their bare branches cast several shadows, with light and shadow interweaving.

Qian Zhou did not see the thin blade that Qian Lingxiao hid on the inside of his calf.

The footsteps behind him had been approaching since a while ago. There was only one footstep, and they were hurried, panicked and without any order.

The young eunuch chased after Qian Zhou and tried to hug him, shouting:

"Your Highness, run!"

Qian Zhou dodged sideways, and the weak and agile little eunuch couldn't even touch him.

But the little eunuch was like a dog-skin plaster, clinging to his clothes tightly and struggling to hug Qian Zhou's legs.

Qian Lingxiao turned around and ran away during this brief moment of entanglement.

Qian Zhou was quick to cut off the hem of his clothes and flew after him.

When his right leg stepped on the tree trunk, he felt a sharp pain and the wound that had barely stopped bleeding burst open again. It was the wound that Jiang Xiaoying had cut before he died.

The wound was very deep, Qianzhou's movements were hindered, and he bled all the way while chasing.

He had many wounds of varying sizes on his body, but they were all overshadowed by the pain in his right leg.

The young eunuch didn't care about the gauze hat that fell on the ground, and got up to chase after him.

Qianzhou endured the pain and jumped up, grabbing the thick branch and swinging it. The young eunuch had no time to react and was hit hard by the branch that bounced back and flew away.

Qian Lingxiao ran into the thorn bushes deeper in the forest. Qian Zhou gritted his teeth and ran faster, ignoring the pain in his right leg, and quickly blocked Qian Lingxiao.

Then he pushed him to the ground and slashed the dagger at his neck.

"Qianzhou!"

Qian Lingxiao lay on the ground, holding onto Qian Zhou's arm tightly, with almost the same strength.

The cold tip of the dagger pressed into his flesh, and veins spread across Qianzhou's forehead. "Go to hell!"

Qian Lingxiao's eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly forced out a sad smile.

"Qian Zhou...back then...after I gave that order...I regretted it..."

"We sent people after him...but it was too late..."

Qian Zhou was not affected by him and exerted more force. Blood gushed out of Qian Lingxiao's throat and he spoke hoarsely and with great difficulty.

The tough bare branches with thorns cut the arms of the two men, and drops of blood fell to the ground.

Qianzhou used all his strength to bring the blade a little closer.

Because they were exerting too much force, their arms were shaking violently.

Qian Lingxiao stared into Qian Zhou's eyes and said in a hoarse voice:

"Xiao Jintian will die soon..."

"Don't try to fool me!" Qian Zhou glared at him.

Qian Lingxiao's eyes were filled with even more fierceness. "Before the delegation launched the attack... Xiao Jintian's poison wasn't administered by the cook... I can bribe her... I can bribe others..."

"But that person hides deeper..."

"His name is... Yinchi..."

"I asked him to tell you Xiao Jintian's whereabouts, so that you would think about returning to the Central Plains..."

Qian Zhou finally showed some reaction, and his breathing became slightly rapid.

......Since Xiao Jintian is planning to launch a fierce attack on the Central Plains, it would be wiser to inform his subordinates to start making plans.

But the people in the Wolf King's Mansion didn't know the real plan and they all thought he had gone to the border. Then why was Xiao Jintian so wary of the people in the mansion? Who was he guarding against?

Yin Wu must have been instructed by Xiao Jintian to hide this matter from Qian Zhou, so he was hesitant in his words. He also thought that Xiao Jintian had gone to the border.

But if Xiao Jintian would order him like this, wouldn’t he also order Yin Chi?

Why did Yin Chi tell him directly?

Memories flooded back, and more clues surfaced. When the cook was caught, she panicked and said that the poison was not fatal.

The poison was indeed not fatal, because the poison in Xiao Jintian was not given by her at all!

Qian Zhou's pupils trembled. Qian Lingxiao grabbed his wrist tightly, pressing so hard that his skin turned purple.

Catching the hesitation in his eyes, Qian Lingxiao said more hoarsely:

"As long as you return to the Central Plains... I will find a way to keep you..."

"Qian Zhou...it's not too late for you to stop now. My people will find this place soon...let go. My brother won't blame you..."

Qian Lingxiao's hair was wet by the rain. Seeing Qian Zhou was upset, he looked behind Qian Zhou without saying a word.

"The poison Xiao Jintianxia has been giving has never stopped... Calculating the days, it's almost time for it to break out..."

Qianzhou opened his mouth, "No..."

With Xiao Jintian involved, Qian Zhou was so flustered that he didn't notice the footsteps approaching from behind with bated breath.

Suddenly, the sound of swords entering flesh was heard!

Qian Zhou's eyes suddenly widened, his hands lost strength, and the dagger fell to the side.

Even more terrifying pain continued to stimulate his brain nerves. He lowered his head very slowly, and the thin blade pierced his abdomen.

Blood gushed out——