Chapter 61: Revenge: The swordsman in cold clothes is Xie Yuting?!
Three days later, the exile team set off.
Xie Yuting planned to take action on a desolate mountain road outside Beijing.
Otherwise, the place is too far away and he cannot rush back to Kyoto immediately, which will arouse suspicion.
When Jiang Yueying heard that someone was murdered in the wild mountains and forests outside Beijing, she couldn't help but worry. What if someone accidentally saw her true face?
"How about I keep watch for you?" she suggested.
Xie Yuting smiled gleefully upon hearing this: "I killed someone and you spread the word. We really are a pair of evil people who deserve to be struck by lightning."
"Seriously."
"Don't worry, I'll be back soon."
Killing one's own brother was too cruel and bloody, and he didn't want her to witness his brutal side with her own eyes.
A certain little princess loves to cry so much, it would be a sin if she got scared.
Jiang Yueying pouted and had to agree not to go.
Before leaving, Xie Yuting pestered her for a kiss, saying things like how killing people was scary and that he would only dare to leave if his wife kissed him.
Jiang Yueying was used to a certain man's shamelessness. She pretended to refuse him twice, let him kiss her twice, and waved goodbye.
When he really left, she began to feel uneasy again, pacing the courtyard worriedly, unconsciously trampling the spring petals under her feet, her heart already flying far away.
Qing Ge could tell she was preoccupied and suggested, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has matters to attend to and can't easily get away. Why don't you take this opportunity to go to the villa outside the capital to practice horse racing?"
In the suburbs of Beijing, Jiang Yueying could only hear these two words.
Although Xie Yuting didn't let her follow him, he couldn't interfere if she went to the villa outside Beijing, right?
"Tell someone to harness the carriage and set off in half an hour." Jiang Yueying thought about it and decided to take a look.
As long as I see Xie Yuting is safe.
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The wilderness outside Beijing is overgrown with weeds.
Although he was exiled, Xie Yusui, who was once a prince, was naturally treated differently from other prisoners. He was escorted by special soldiers and did not even have to wear shackles. He sat safely in the carriage. Except for the narrowness of the carriage, there was nothing wrong with it.
Xie Yusui's hair was disheveled and his eyes were desolate.
He looked as if he had lost all hope.
His mother had already secretly written to tell him that his father intended to bring him back to Kyoto, but so what? How could a commoner who had been deposed from his noble position be qualified to compete for the throne? Was he going to have to watch his second son sit on the throne?
He would rather die than see the second brother be proud.
Originally the throne should have belonged to him, but everything was ruined by the second brother!
He secretly thought that when he returned to Kyoto, he must tell his mother who was the person who had caused him to be in such a situation. It was all the second brother's fault!
Xie Yusui clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking and turning pale.
The jolting carriage suddenly stopped and there was complete silence.
He came back to his senses and quickly lifted the curtain of the carriage. He saw that all the soldiers around him had fainted on the ground, as if they had been drugged.
The bandits sent by my father are coming?
Xie Yusui walked out of the car, looked around, and noticed something was wrong. If the bandits should have rushed up to rob people directly, why would they drug them first?
Feeling increasingly uneasy, he stepped forward to wake up the leading officers and soldiers, when he suddenly heard a noise behind him.
The sound of dead branches breaking was crackling.
He slowly turned around and saw a tall and slender figure. The man was wearing a dark black robe, a black gauze hat, and a cold long sword at his waist. He had an extraordinary aura and an overwhelming pressure.
Xie Yusui's pupils constricted and his entire face turned pale in an instant.
"You, you are the Cold-robed Swordsman...?"
The only person who could come to mind when he was dressed like that was him.
The other party laughed softly, his voice concealing danger: "So what? Is the Third Prince afraid?"
Seeing the situation was bad, Xie Yusui said, "It was wrong of me to frame you before, but your grievances have been cleared, and I have been exiled. Can't you just... can't you just let me go?"
The cold-clothed swordsman sneered: "Why should I let you go?"
"Did the second prince ask you to come? Does he want to wipe out the whole clan?" Xie Yusui did not forget that the swordsman in cold clothes once said that he wanted to surrender to the second prince. Yes, if it was not for the second prince's order, how could a traveler dare to murder the prince.
Even if he becomes a ghost, he will not let Xie Yutong go!
"Idiot." The swordsman's voice was grim.
Xie Yusui glanced around, trying to find a chance to escape.
The swordsman on the opposite side immediately saw through his intentions, suddenly changed his tone, and said lazily: "Third brother, you can't run away."
As soon as the voice came out, Xie Yusui's eyes widened, his whole body stiffened, and his thick lips trembled as if he had seen a ghost.
This voice...how could it be so similar...
Impossible, absolutely impossible, how could that useless prince be possible!
The masked swordsman leaned against a nearby tree, raised his hand to take off his hat, and the black veil covering it fluttered gently, revealing an incomparably handsome face. His upturned peach blossom eyes were bright and shining, and his thin lips were pursed into a subtle curve.
A wisp of breeze descended, blowing the man's three thousand black hair.
Dazzling and impressive.
His eyes were full of contempt: "Third brother, are you happy to see me?"
Xie Yusui's eyes were bloodshot, all his rationality collapsed, he staggered, his lips twitched, and he became twisted and desperate.
"Xie Yuting... Impossible! This is impossible!" He collapsed and shouted, "Why is it you!"
Xie Yuting looked at him coldly and said casually, "I am the Cold-robed Swordsman. I was the one who brought down your Minglei Gambling House. I was the one who drugged you at Gong Yan. I was the one who spread rumors about you. I was the one who found out you were reselling burial objects. I was also the one who knew you had killed my mentor, Grand Tutor Du."
"Third brother, if there's anything you don't understand, just ask."
Xie Yusui was so angry that he couldn't breathe. He collapsed to the ground and muttered: "It turns out that it was all your fault..."
The useless prince whom he looked down upon the most was actually the one behind the scenes. It turned out that Xie Yuting had been pretending to be crazy and stupid all these years to confuse everyone, and they were all fooled!
"Cough cough...!" He choked and glared at Xie Yuting with resentment.
He was unwilling to accept it, so unwilling to accept it. How could he die at the hands of this loser...
"No one is harming you. You are the one who did all the bad things. You can't blame others."
Xie Yuting gently raised his sword, and the tip of the sword flashed with a cold light. The opponent twitched all over, sat down and retreated.
A sharp sword light flashed, and then—
Blood splattered everywhere.
Xie Yusui's eyes bulged out and he collapsed to the ground, his hands tightly gripping the soil. Blood flowed from his severed neck, staining the weeds red.
Xie Yuting indifferently retracted his sword and said calmly, "If you hadn't killed my teacher, I wouldn't necessarily have killed you.
It's a pity that you don't deserve to live in this world."
Brushing off the dust from his robe, Xie Yuting put on his hat and turned to leave.
As he shuttled through the wild forest, riding the wind all the way, when he approached the East Palace Villa, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.
Xie Yuting stopped at the treetop, looked at Jiang Yueying getting off the carriage, and slightly raised the corners of his lips.
Could it be that you came here because you were worried about him?
He followed her secretly. Jiang Yueying first pretended to run a few laps on horseback, then went to sit in Merlin and began to ask Qingge when the exile team would approach and what time it would be.
Xie Yuting raised his eyebrows, wondering if the little princess would still want to go and greet him after he returned from killing someone.
So cute.
A small stone was deliberately thrown, and Jiang Yueying looked up sharply, her pupils dilated instantly.
There was a black figure behind the eaves, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and his temperament was cold and clear.
She hurriedly sent Qingge away, and the Merlin wind blew slowly, leaving only her, the swordsman in cold clothes on the eaves, and the little wolf wandering around at her feet.
Jiang Yueying's heart was pounding. What was going on? Why was the cold-clothed swordsman here?
The man jumped down from the eaves and walked towards her.
"What brings you here?"
Jiang Yueying frowned. Logically, she should have chased the man away. After all, they were a man and a woman alone, and if they were seen by others, it would only ruin their reputation.
But he is his savior after all, so he can't be too ruthless.
It would be safer to persuade him to leave in a tactful way.
"So you are the Crown Princess." The cold-clothed swordsman said in a calm tone.
Jiang Yueying scratched her head and said with a wry smile, "Sorry, hero, I didn't mean to hide it from you."
"No wonder you said your husband was a playboy."
"..." Jiang Yueying couldn't help but retort, "My husband is a good man." Recently, she couldn't stand outsiders saying bad things about Xie Yuting, even if they were her savior.
The cold-clothed swordsman suddenly leaned closer and asked with an ambiguous tone, "Do you like him very much?"
Although he couldn't see the other person's eyes through the hat, Jiang Yueying became inexplicably nervous, as if a pair of straightforward eyes were staring at him.
The little wolf at his feet looked at the swordsman stupidly, and stretched out its little paws to rub the hem of his clothes.
Jiang Yueying caught a glimpse of Qiqi's flattering gesture and couldn't help but kick it lightly. Humph, what a treacherous little wolf.
I'll deal with you when I get home.
"Why don't you answer?"
She stammered, "Sir, why are you asking about my relationship with my husband?"
"Aren't you just trying to elope with you?" The other party calmly said words that could exterminate nine generations of the clan.
Jiang Yueying was terrified. He knew she was the Crown Princess, yet he still dared to tease her. The cold-clothed swordsman was desperate!
"How dare you!" She showed her strength, fearing that the other party would say something even more outrageous.
If I don't show my power, I'll be treating her like a soft persimmon.
The swordsman in cold clothes laughed: "It's just a joke, please don't be offended, Princess."
A gust of wind blew, and he adjusted his hat with his backhand.
Because the two were so close to each other and it was bright in the daytime, Jiang Yueying could clearly see the back of the other person's hand.
The man's hands were slender and smooth, with well-proportioned and distinct finger bones, and the undulations of his fingers were very familiar. What surprised Jiang Yueying the most was that there was a thin nail scratch on the back of his hand, which was difficult to detect without careful observation.
This morning, Xie Yuting pestered her for a kiss, and she was not paying attention when she scratched the back of his hand, and the position of the scratch was exactly the same as the one on the hand of the cold-clothed swordsman.
A bold speculation came to my mind.
Jiang Yueying's expression changed slightly.
Looking at the little wolf rubbing against people's legs and feet, Jiang Yueying became more and more certain of his true identity. No wonder Qiqi would be extremely cautious when seeing outsiders, and it would be impossible for her to be so intimate with a strange man, unless she was very familiar with this person.
She had always felt that the figure of the swordsman in cold clothes looked familiar, and the way he raised his sword also gave her a sense of familiarity. It turned out that it was not an illusion.
No wonder Xie Yuting was filled with righteous indignation when the Cold-Clothed Swordsman was slandered.
No wonder this guy dared to tease the Crown Princess so boldly!
The cold-clothed swordsman and Crown Prince Xie Yuting are clearly the same person.
You are so good, Xie Yuting, you cheated her so badly!
Jiang Yueying gritted her teeth silently, wondering whether she should just knock his hat off.
Damn guy.
"Crown Princess, are you really angry?" The man opposite lowered his head slightly, and his voice became softer.
The tone is more familiar.
Jiang Yueying smiled suddenly and said softly, "I'm not angry."
"Then why don't you speak?"
Jiang Yueying smiled and suddenly reached out to hook the man's wrist, smiling like a flower: "Hero, eloping is absolutely impossible. I don't want to die yet."
"But," she changed the subject, smiling softly and sweetly, "I'm willing to have an affair with you."
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