Lu Xiaoyun didn't care what they were thinking anymore. She shouted at Xi Yi, who seemed stunned, "What are you waiting for? Are you waiting to collect Feng Yan's corpse?"
Everyone immediately lowered their heads.
"Master, I'm bringing you the horse..."
"Enough with the nonsense, just take me with you!"
Xi Yi had no choice but to bite the bullet and reach out to pull the tall "Prince An" onto his horse.
Lu Xiaoyun wrapped her arms around Xi Yi's waist and ordered, "Let's go!"
Xi Yi couldn't help but shiver, his skin crawling with goosebumps. If it weren't for the fact that the person sitting behind him was his master, His Highness Prince An, he would have slapped the man to death.
The two men and one horse galloped towards the Prince An's residence, leaving Jiang Chuan and the other guards looking at each other in bewilderment.
This is the first time I've ever seen anything like it!
Jiang Chuan's face turned pale and then purple, as if a palette had been overturned.
The group looked at Jiang Chuan, the prince's most trusted confidant, whose expression kept changing, and they were somewhat puzzled.
One of them boldly approached Jiang Chuan, shrugged his shoulder, and asked, "Hey, Guard Jiang, does His Highness really have some homosexual tendencies?"
Jiang Chuan rolled his eyes at him: "What nonsense are you talking about! Talking badly about your master behind his back? Do you have too many brains and want to remove one?"
The man shuddered and immediately fell silent and backed away.
Jiang Chuan, however, was thinking a bit more deeply. It seemed that the prince had known about Feng Yan's accident for a long time.
Otherwise, why would the prince suddenly order them to return to the manor when they were already at the gate of the villa, and say that they should hurry? The prince's anxious and impatient manner just now was definitely not an act!
This is a bit strange. Could it be that after the prince was shot in the heart, he gained some kind of supernatural ability that allows him to foresee what will happen in the future?
Considering the series of changes that had occurred to the prince recently, Jiang Chuan's expression changed again.
Last night, when he and Feng Yan were searching the mountain, he said that they were attacked not long after they came out of Ganlu Temple yesterday. However, despite the danger, the prince did not take any action.
This is even stranger. Given the prince's temperament, he should have already charged out with his sword the moment the assassins made their move. How could he have allowed them to kill so many guards of the prince's mansion?
It's even less likely that they would end up disappearing together because the horse went mad, and after searching for half a day and a night, they were rescued by a folk doctor from the mountains.
To put it bluntly, if Feng Yan and his guards hadn't wiped out all the assassins in black yesterday, would the prince and princess have already been... killed by those men in black?
Jiang Chuan was startled by his own thought.
Could it be...?
Looking towards the end of Jiang Chuanchao Road, there was no trace of the prince and his entourage.
I felt a buzzing in my head, as if struck by lightning, my face turned as white as paper, and my heart pounded violently.
How could he be so stupid, so easily fooled?
He even naively wanted to find monks and Taoist priests to perform rituals, thinking that something unclean had entered the Prince An's mansion.
It turns out that wasn't the case at all.
The prince's personality didn't change drastically at all!
No, this matter must not be known to anyone else, not even Feng Yan.
Otherwise, the Prince An's mansion will be doomed!
Jiang Chuan felt an extreme tightness in his chest. How could he be so stupid as to be so slow to realize things? He had no idea what the prince had gone through during this time, and why he hadn't even told him or his trusted confidants.
My God, what earth-shattering secret has he discovered?
A guard asked, "Guard Jiang, shall we return to the manor or go check on the assassin?"
Jiang Chuandao said, "Let's go to the other courtyard to check on the assassin first. If he's really dead, that would be troublesome. Keep him alive until the prince comes to interrogate him."
The group then turned their horses around and headed towards the other courtyard.
Meanwhile, Lu Xiaoyun sat behind Xi Yi, her body jolted so hard that her internal organs felt like they were going to jump out of her throat, and the howling north wind felt like sharp blades scraping against her face.
She pressed her lips together, her thumb burning hot, and Lu Xiaoyun wrapped her arms tightly around Xi Yi's waist, shouting, "Faster, faster!"
Xi Yi's body was taut, the hands around his waist felt like hot irons, and he felt as if his whole body was on fire. He practically spat out those words through clenched teeth: "Yes, Master!"
Pedestrians on the street saw the galloping horse from afar and scattered to both sides. Several people carrying loads were so frightened that they dropped what they were carrying.
"Is that Prince An?" A commoner, still shaken, spat at the two riders who had disappeared into the distance, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Bah, Demon King! Who else would dare to speed through the streets besides him? They don't value the lives of ordinary people."
"Exactly! If one or two children were to walk by, they would surely trample someone to death. It is truly a misfortune for the Great Zhou Dynasty to have princes and nobles like these!"
"Exactly! How come someone like that didn't die on the battlefield? He's incredibly lucky!"
Groups of ordinary people were gossiping and spewing vicious words.
The Second Prince Zhu Heng listened to these words and only smiled slightly. Did the world only see Prince An galloping through the streets of Shengjing City, but did they not hear the words "Make way" being shouted by the rider?
If it weren't for Zhu Yu, would the 300,000 iron cavalry of Northern Qi have been able to live peacefully in this prosperous Shengjing City as they do now, after they stepped into the territory of Great Zhou?
Don't their sons, husbands, and grandsons have to go to the battlefield in armor?
When the time comes, who else but them will die on the battlefield?
Ah, this is the people that his good fourth brother risked his life to protect!
Therefore, he would never go to the battlefield for some insignificant military merit. Protecting such people is truly laughable.
He slowly stroked the finest mutton-fat jade pendant at his waist, glanced at the departing "Prince An," and said to his entourage behind him, "Let's go back to the manor."
As soon as he stepped onto the carriage bench, an angry and impassioned voice reached his ears.
Zhu Heng turned his head and saw a young man in a blue cloth robe standing on the high steps of a shop, shouting at the people who were pointing at Prince An's back and uttering malicious words.
"What nonsense are you spouting? You people, living in the prosperous capital of Shengjing, far from Northern Qi, have forgotten how the people of our Great Zhou were humiliated by the people of Northern Qi! Every time those Northern Army soldiers broke through our city gates, they slaughtered our relatives and humiliated your wives and daughters. It was only because His Highness Prince An led the Northern Army to risk their lives to save us time and time again that we were able to survive!"
He was agitated and pointed at the men who were insulting Zhu Yu, shouting angrily: "If it weren't for His Highness Prince An leading 200,000 Northern Army soldiers to defeat the Northern Qi people and force them to submit their surrender documents, the iron hooves of the Northern Qi might have already trampled your homes and slaughtered your families by now! Do you think you can still stand here and slander His Highness Prince An like this!"
The young man, his eyes bloodshot, gritted his teeth and said, "When has Prince An ever sped through the streets like this? It must be something extremely important. Besides, did he harm you in the slightest?"
"But you people, without distinguishing right from wrong, spewing nonsense! If you're so capable, then go and fight like His Highness Prince An, instead of cowering in this Shengjing city like turtles!"
Those who had just been cursing Prince An panicked, their faces turning extremely ugly, and they hurriedly left.
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