Snowflakes were flying non-stop, dispersing some of the mist on the top of Yunwu Peak. The sky and the earth were covered with a layer of white, and the only sound around was the rustling of snow.
Wanran was only wearing a crescent-white long coat over her inner garment, which was stained with water stains and mud from the fight just now.
His black hair was loose, half of it hanging on his shoulders. His complexion, which had been slightly rosy from the medicinal bath, had now turned pale, forming a sharp contrast with his black hair. He stood upright in the snow, like a banished immortal who had ascended from heaven.
Qian Sidu stepped forward, holding his sword, which he had not yet put away. The cold blade was still stained with bright red blood.
His tone was cold and hard as he bowed to Wanran: "Fifth Prince, please get in the carriage."
Wanran had a pair of cold and stern fox eyes, a handsome face, and an aura of coolness, detachment, and sharpness about him.
"Where do you want to take me?"
He sneered and looked at Qian Sidu with a sharp edge, without any of the gracefulness and affection that the dancer Wanran had when she danced.
"Is it Ezhou or Shouzhou?"
Qian Sidu didn't say a word, but just kept his head down, obviously showing an attitude of not giving in at all.
The two stood in the snow, facing each other, until a black figure walked out of the vast white snow.
Wanran recognized the person coming, and the fingers behind her back curled up slightly, and the coldness in her eyes became even more intense.
"What are you doing, my brother?"
The man was wearing a black cloak on the outside and a silver cross-collared robe on the inside. He wore a gold-inlaid jade crown on his head, his black hair was all tied up, and he held a black paper umbrella in his hand. Only his thin lips with a faint smile could be seen.
The umbrella was lifted slightly, revealing his pair of long and narrow eyes, with the corners of his eyes turned up, as if he was smiling.
He said with concern, "Standing in this heavy snow, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold."
Wan Ran sneered silently, looking straight at him with a pair of eyes, cold and lingering, "The Dashun is dead, where does the imperial brother come from?"
The scene became quiet for a moment, with only the flying snowflakes between the two people.
Pei Yu kept smiling as he took two steps forward, stood in front of him, and held an umbrella to shield him from the falling snow.
He raised his hand to brush away the falling snow on his head, and said in a gentle voice: "If my royal brother becomes the ruler of this world, won't Dashun survive?"
She smiled brightly, her appearance was radiant and beautiful.
But his words were chilling: "Your Highness is a dragon among men, and you should sit in a high position. Why do you have to embarrass your brother?"
The smile on Pei Yu's face completely faded, and a murderous look appeared in his eyes.
Qian Sidu, who was standing by, took a deep breath and remained silent when he heard Wanran's words.
What he said was exactly what hit Pei Yu so hard.
Pei Yu relied on his tricks and schemes to climb up the ladder, killing or crippling his brothers. In the end, the King of Yi was left with only a promising stepson like him.
Everyone in the world knows that he was the one who did it, but no one has any evidence. Or, even if there is evidence, those people have disappeared from the world along with him.
The incompetent emperor of the previous dynasty had few descendants, and many of the other princes and their children were also defeated by Pei Yu.
It can be said that Pei Yu no longer has any rivals in the royal family.
The collusion with Nanzhao at that time was also to expand power.
Even if his secret dealings with Nanzhao were exposed and his country was destroyed, with his abilities and skills, he could definitely make a name for himself again.
However, those stubborn old ministers and generals only recognized the direct bloodline of the royal family, and they were very disdainful of King Zhao, who had someone else's blood.
In addition, they were afraid that he would kill his relatives and resented him for colluding with Nanzhao, so they were unwilling to support him in restoring the Ming Dynasty.
After all, they still look down on his foreign blood.
This matter has always been a thorn in Pei Yu's heart.
If it weren't for this, would he have bothered to force this nominal fifth brother to become the emperor?
Pei Yu glanced at him coldly.
He was just an unpopular prince from a small family. He had no knowledge of governing a country and only loved singing, dancing and music. However, just because he was the son of that stupid old man, he was supported and admired by that group of people.
He sneered and looked at the vast snow.
How unfair!
How fair is God to him?
Pei Yu's fingertips gently brushed across his face, narrowing her eyes as she sighed, "I heard your royal brother changed his name and became a dancer? Are you happy dancing and entertaining beautiful women every day?"
He looked at Wanran's slightly turned away face and chuckled, "I thought my brother was a pure-hearted person, but now it seems that there are other reasons for his reluctance to sit on the throne."
Pei Yu's voice was light and vague, but it brushed past Wan Ran's earlobe and made him stiffen.
"But you're interested in Miss Jiang?"
Wanran suddenly turned around to look at him, her eyes suddenly cold.
Pei Yu raised the corners of his mouth, very happy to see him like this.
"Miss Jiang, do you know your real name?" He leaned forward and looked into his angry eyes. "Do you know that you are the fifth prince of the previous dynasty?"
Wanran looked at his teasing and sarcastic expression, her mind spinning in circles, and then her face turned even paler.
"She didn't know anything, she just happened to save me."
Pei Yu nodded, seemingly in agreement, and said, "Miss Jiang is indeed a kind-hearted person."
He smiled faintly and said, "As for the royal brother's real name, you should wait until you see her and tell her in person."
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On the only main road on Yunwu Peak, the two groups of people met from a distance.
Qian Sidu sat on his horse and slowly drew out the sword from his waist. A silver light flashed, and a hint of coldness appeared.
The tall figure sitting on the horse opposite was wearing a black round-necked robe and a cloak with a white fox fur collar.
He held a bamboo-green oil-paper umbrella in his left hand and the reins in his right hand. He looked calm and composed. The white snow set off his jade-like face, which added a touch of warmth to his coldness. He had red lips, white teeth, and picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and looked like a handsome young man.
Qian Sidu had a gentle smile on his face, just like when he entertained guests in Qingfeng Teahouse, warm and simple.
"Master Zhou, what a coincidence! Why are you going up the mountain today?"
Zhou Jingan smiled faintly, gently and elegantly, but the expression in his eyes could not be seen clearly.
"I was even more surprised to meet Boss Qian here."
His gaze fell on the people and carriage behind Qian Sidu, chatting casually as if nothing had happened: "Boss Qian, are you here to enjoy the scenery? Are there any family members in the carriage?"
Qian Sidu tightened his grip on his sword and said with a smile, "I just came to pick up a friend."
The two chatted like ordinary good friends, but an impatient voice came from the carriage behind Qian Sidu, lazily with a hint of irritation.
"Why waste time talking to him? Hurry up and do it. It's freezing outside."
After hearing this, Qian Sidu's eyes suddenly became sharp. He raised the sword in his hand in an instant, kicked the horse's belly and rushed out, and the people behind him also followed him and rushed out.
"Sir Zhou, I'm sorry." He used courtesy first and then force.
When Zhou Jing'an saw them flying towards him, he turned to look at Ye Song and Ye Bai, and they responded and went forward.
The two groups immediately started fighting.
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