The next moment, he let out a long sigh, glanced down at Li Wanyue, and raised his hand with a gloomy expression.
"Guards, seize her! I want to interrogate her myself!"
"Your Majesty, I truly have nothing to do with this matter. For me, it is a harmful and unprofitable thing, and I have no reason to do it. Do you not believe me?"
Anxious, Li Wanyue jumped up and tried her best to explain herself to him.
Putting aside everything else, although she appeared to be devoted to Zhun all these years, she secretly had an affair with Chu Yi. She was hoping that Chu Yi would bring her into the palace as soon as possible, so why would she do something that would harm others and herself?
Fearing she might do something rash to harm Chu Yi, the guards quickly stepped forward and forcibly dragged her out of the room.
In an instant, only Chu Yi and his two companions, along with a few attendants and guards, remained in the room.
In the awkward atmosphere, Su An's eyelids twitched, and she looked at Fu Zhun in confusion.
"What exactly is going on? Could it be that Miss Li is really colluding with the Northern Hu?"
That can't be right!
Li Wanyue is neither short of money nor power. If she really colludes with Bei Hu, then she can only be someone who is after Bei Hu.
I've heard that people from the Northern Hu region have a strong odor, but nothing else is particularly special about them.
Does she just like this kind of thing?
Thinking of this, Su An couldn't help but swallow, her face showing an expression as if she were constipated.
Fu Zhun didn't pay much attention to that, only frowning and sighing.
"It's hard to say. She might really be being used by Bei Hu, but based on my understanding of her, she shouldn't be that stupid. It's more likely that she and Bei Hu are mutually exploiting each other."
The Northern Hu people are crude and unreasonable, like a stubborn plaster.
If Li Wanyue used Bei Hu as a tool simply to deal with her, and they were essentially exploiting each other, then Li Wanyue could truly be considered a ruthless character.
Su An shook his head and clicked his tongue softly.
Only then did Chu Yi relax from his tense state.
Looking at Yan'er lying dead on the ground with her eyes wide open, he kicked her angrily and uttered harsh words.
"I nearly lost my life here today. I will wipe out these remnants of the Northern Barbarians sooner or later!"
"Uncle, today's events are inextricably linked to yesterday's assassination attempt. Why don't you investigate both of them?"
One problem after another, how can three days be enough?
Su An instinctively wanted to refuse, but heard Fu Zhun respond in a deep voice.
“This concerns the remnants of the Northern Hu, and I will certainly not stand idly by.”
Seeing that he agreed, Chu Yi's face regained some of its smile, and he cupped his hands towards Fu Zhun, feigning flattery.
"I knew that my uncle was a man of great magnanimity and would not hold a grudge against me. So I entrust this matter to my uncle!"
After saying this, he turned around with a relaxed expression and strode away from the place.
Su An, on the other hand, rolled her eyes at Chu Yi's retreating figure with annoyance.
A simple request is enough to make someone work for him. No wonder the emperor is so cunning; he's even more stingy than the boss.
Seeing that the person had disappeared, Su An sighed and muttered dejectedly.
“Now that all the leads have gone cold, and there are only two days left, how can we possibly find out anything? Why didn’t you take this opportunity to bargain and ask him for a few more days? Why did you agree to his request so hastily?”
"Don't worry about this. Since I've agreed, I have a plan."
Fu Zhun shook his head, both amused and exasperated, and tried to comfort him.
Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, Su An reluctantly shut up.
She went around behind Fu Zhun, pushing him away as she spoke in Chu Yi's tone.
"Alright, alright, I was overthinking it. Your Highness is exceptionally intelligent and will surely find a way to uncover the truth. Then I entrust my life to Your Highness!"
Fu Zhun smiled slightly, but did not say anything more.
Su An was behind him and didn't see that the doting look in his eyes was almost tangible.
There weren't many people on the road, so the two walked and talked, quietly analyzing the current situation.
As they passed through a secluded alley, a dark-skinned man dressed in coarse cloth suddenly appeared at the corner, carrying a shoulder pole and walking towards them.
Both of them tacitly kept their mouths shut and walked away quietly.
Strangely, when the dark-skinned man brushed past them, he didn't smell of sweat at all. Instead, he had a faint smell of ink, which was barely noticeable unless you smelled it closely.
With such a rough appearance, and a love for literature instead of martial arts, he's quite a unique individual.
Su An frowned and subconsciously glanced at him.
Just then, the man turned to look at her.
In an instant, their eyes met, and a familiar feeling welled up in Su An's heart, making her feel a little uneasy.
For some reason, she felt that those eyes looked strangely familiar!
But even after she thought about it carefully, she couldn't figure it out. Could it be that she saw it wrong?
Just as Su An hesitated, the black-clad man's footsteps abruptly stopped, followed by a faint whooshing sound.
Fu Zhun's ears twitched slightly, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.
In the blink of an eye, he instinctively spun his wheelchair around and changed direction.
At the same time, he grabbed Su An's arm and pulled her into his arms. He gently held her head with one hand and blocked her with the other, his two fingers suddenly clamping down on the flying object.
"Who dares to be disrespectful before me!"
As he finished speaking, the gleaming throwing knife crashed to the ground with a sharp sound.
Still shaken, Su An quickly got up from his embrace and looked at the assassin.
The burly man didn't run away. He threw the carrying pole aside, gave them a strange smile, reached out and touched his face, tearing off a piece of his face to reveal his original features.
Even if this face were reduced to ashes, Su An would still recognize it.
What is this?
He Cheng dusted off the clothes on his shoulders, clapped his hands, and laughed provocatively.
"Your Highness is indeed a veteran of the battlefield; your skills are truly remarkable."
"But it's a pity, the prince is now lame and can barely protect himself, let alone her. Without the help of those guards, I want to see who can save her today!"
"Xiao An, today I will kill the wandering ghost that possessed your body and offer it as a sacrifice to you. If you knew this, you would be happy, wouldn't you!"
As he spoke, he suddenly drew a short sword from his waist, his face contorted and sickly, his eyes fixed intently on Su An.
Su An felt a chill run down her spine.
He was the one who killed the original owner of Su An, but now he's blaming her for everything. Does he think that will make him feel at ease? How ridiculous!
"With me here, you dare to touch my people!"
Fu Zhun's face lost all warmth, a bloodthirsty smile playing on his lips.
Before He Cheng could react, he reached out and pulled out a long whip from behind his wheelchair, then lashed it at He Cheng first.
The long whip touched his clothes and wrapped around his waist.
As Fu Zhun gripped the whip and exerted force, He Cheng was thrown into the air and forced to roll in his direction.
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