"What's your name?" I asked, staring intently at him.
Perhaps annoyed by my stare, he turned his head away, his face growing even darker, ignoring me.
He does resemble Zhou Yu when he's angry.
The more he acted this way, the more interested I became.
I was just about to reach out and turn his face back to face.
Right under my nose, the kid suddenly broke free of the ropes, and my arms were caught completely off guard as he quickly grabbed them behind my back.
Then, with lightning speed, he tied the rope that he had broken back to my arm.
The action was performed in one smooth motion, leaving me no room to resist.
Ranmo stood aside, making a facepalm gesture as if he couldn't bear to watch: "I say, Ahua, how come your skills are so poor that you can't even defend against a mere mortal?"
But I just felt that Ranmo was nagging too much, so I gritted my teeth and whispered to him through gritted teeth, "Shut up!"
Even if my skills are poor, I wouldn't be so easily captured by a mere mortal.
It's because I feel that this person must have some great connection with Wen Heng.
Furthermore, relying on the token given to me by Zhu Xiaoba as my trump card, and with Ranmo's help from within and without, it would be relatively easy for me to escape from these mortals.
The prince then calmly straightened his clothes and gave me a sharp look before whispering, "Whether you are human, ghost, or thief, none of you will escape today."
Sure enough, the soldiers I had shaken off soon surrounded the small, dilapidated temple again.
One of the attendants rushed in aggressively, but seeing that his master was unharmed, he clasped his hands and bowed to him, saying, "My lord, all the bandits have been captured and are awaiting your judgment."
The prince nodded and then looked around, asking, "Your accomplices have all been subdued by us. Why don't you show yourself quickly?"
The ink stain suddenly transformed into a gust of wind, blowing across his face and causing his hair to flutter gracefully.
Then the shadow, now in human form, stood straight before him, bowed its head, leaned down, and whispered in his ear with a soft laugh, "I'm standing right in front of you. Can you sense my presence?"
However, the prince either didn't appreciate it or didn't believe the nonsense that ink staining was the work of an immortal.
He continued sternly, "If you don't come out, I'll execute your companions on the spot."
Ranmo, however, disagreed: "Master Hua, do you still want to play with him? He's about to execute you on the spot."
But I looked into his clear, unfeeling eyes and said confidently, "I believe he's not the kind of person who would kill a good person on the spot without distinguishing right from wrong."
He squinted at me, scrutinizing me as he placed the longsword against my neck once more: "You are not me, how do you know I won't lay a hand on you, you thieving woman?"
"If you want to do it, then go ahead!" I raised my head even more fearlessly, adopting a posture of being at someone's mercy.
We stared at each other intently, our eyes meeting calmly, as if we could see right through each other.
We remained locked in this stalemate for a while, until the blade of his sword had even penetrated deep into the skin of my neck, leaving a trail of blood along the blade.
However, Ranmo became somewhat anxious.
In an instant, it transformed into a black whirlwind, and with a fierce force, it knocked the sword out of his hand, sending it flying with a clang to the ground.
Ranmo retorted sharply, "You little brat, you call yourself a prince? I think you're a bastard! How could your father raise a son like you!"
The prince calmly bent down, picked up the sword from the ground, and then swished it back into its scabbard with a "whoosh!"
Then he tossed a message to the surrounding officers and soldiers: "Take him back and await further instructions!"
As I watched that figure gradually disappear into the distance, I felt inexplicably lonely.
They took me to a dark, damp, musty dungeon where I could occasionally hear the blatant squeaking of rats.
Without even questioning me and Ranmo, they locked us up.
Although this is the first time in my life I've stayed in such a smelly and disgusting place.
But I didn't care at all and plopped down on the only relatively dry patch of hay.
But his mind was constantly pondering the differences between Ranmo, Zhou Lang, Wen Heng, and this prince's faces.
Ranmo then sat down beside me, drifting along.
"You really like that guy named Zhou Lang?"
It's been a long time since I've heard the name "Zhou Lang" in public, but when Ranmo mentioned it today, my heart tightened again.
"And who is Wen Heng? How many lovers do you have? Do you still like me?" I knew that Ranmo could hear what I was thinking.
But sometimes he doesn't listen to everything completely; he always hears only half and misses the other half.
But he never uttered a single word of genuine praise for me.
They were all saying things that were mean to me.
I rolled my eyes at him.
I have been sitting in this dark and sunless dungeon for nearly three days.
But I can eat three large buckets of rice.
The dungeon was filled with nothing but spoiled cornbread and rotten vegetable leaves; it was so unappealing that it didn't even inspire a desire to look at it.
So I used the only two pieces of silver I had to bribe the jailer to deliver several buckets of rice to me every day.
After all, people need food to survive; you'll get hungry if you skip a meal.
Just as I was enjoying eating rice from that enormous wooden bucket that was bigger than my face,
That prince actually appeared in front of me.
I saw him standing in front of me, watching me eat, with an expression that was half surprised and half disgusted.
I forced a smile, but then started complaining to Ranmo: "Why didn't you tell me he was coming?"
Ranmo said innocently, "It seems your hearing is more acute than mine, which isn't even divine sense."
The prince, with his piercing gaze, beckoned to me with his finger: "Come here!"
However, his action inexplicably annoyed me.
I've spoiled you rotten. You think I'll come whenever you ask me to?
"Whatever it is, let me finish eating first!" After saying that, I began to eat slowly and deliberately.
Then he stood not far away, his thin lips curving into a smile, patiently waiting for me to finish eating bucket after bucket of white rice.
He then stared intently at me: "Who exactly are these Zhou Lang and Wen Heng you're talking about? Are they your accomplices?"
His question almost made me choke.
"So you haven't interrogated those bandits these past few days about what they said, so you don't know if I'm their partner or not?"
"Those thieves said you were with them!"
"What?" I was somewhat taken aback.
But upon closer reflection, it makes sense. What if someone got me and my men drunk and then attracted the soldiers?
I will drag them down with me.
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