The Crown Prince walked in, stepping on the shattered moonlight on the ground. His black brocade boots rolled over the frost on the bluestone slabs, each step showing composure.
Beneath his ink-black hair, bound up with a jade crown, his phoenix eyes held a half-smile, their dim light swirling in the palace lanterns, as if concealing endless thoughts and schemes.
"Retreat," he called softly, his voice gentle.
But his gaze swept over Gu Zhixing's entire body like a viper's hiss, carrying a hint of inquiry and provocation, making Gu Zhixing feel extremely uncomfortable.
When the Crown Prince saw the crimson wedding dress on Gu Zhixing, a hint of interest flashed in his eyes, as if he had discovered something interesting.
He slightly curled the corners of his mouth, chuckled softly, and said with an undisguised teasing tone, "You suit her very well. You are even more stunning than when I first lifted the veil of the Crown Princess."
His voice was calm and measured, yet every word was like a knife, piercing Gu Zhixing's sore spot.
Gu Zhixing's knuckles suddenly turned bluish-white, and the blood droplets that had congealed on the sword tassel were shaken off.
The absurd wedding dress clung to his tall, imposing figure, every gold thread scorching his dignity, making him yearn to tear this symbol of shame to shreds immediately.
But the crown prince seemed to be deliberately humiliating him, insisting on comparing him to women, and every word he uttered was like rubbing salt into a wound.
“Your Highness.” Shen Jintang suddenly grasped his blood-stained hand. Her palm was warm, wrapping around his tense fingers one by one, as if using that warmth to soothe his anger.
"Clean clothes have been prepared in the side room." Her voice was clear and crisp, like a handful of snow being poured on the anger in his heart, calming his almost out-of-control rage slightly.
Gu Zhixing's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he swallowed the harsh words that welled up in his mouth.
He raised his chin, coldly glaring at the Crown Prince, his eyes gleaming with a chilling light.
A true man can bend and stretch; he'll remember this debt and seek justice one day.
Then, he glared at the Crown Prince and was about to leave with Shen Jintang, but unexpectedly the Crown Prince also stepped forward and followed.
Shen Jintang paused, stepping aside to block Gu Zhixing's path. Her eyes were slightly cold, and her tone carried a hint of iciness: "What is Your Highness doing? Do you even need to follow me when I'm changing clothes?"
Gu Junze's lips curled slightly as he slowly brushed his sleeves, his tone extremely flippant: "I've walked this mountain road for so long and I'm covered in sweat, so naturally I need to change my clothes."
His gaze swept over Shen Jintang's tense profile, a hint of amusement appearing in his eyes.
The more unwilling she was, the more he insisted on going along with her, as if he was enjoying the thrill of control and provocation.
Moreover, Wang Jian has not yet been captured; how could he allow them to be alone?
"I only prepared one set of clothes, I'm afraid it's not enough for His Highness the Crown Prince to change into."
Shen Jintang had a smile on her face, but there was no smile in her eyes. Her fingers tightened secretly behind her back.
"It's alright."
Gu Junze lazily raised his hand, and Mo Shu behind him immediately handed over a brocade robe.
Shen Jintang stared at the garment, her back teeth clenched until they ached, and her anger surged.
Gu Junze, however, seemed to be admiring an interesting painting. Seeing the annoyance in her eyes, his smile deepened.
"Your Highness..." Gu Zhixing was about to say something when Shen Jintang stopped him.
"Let's go." Shen Jintang said coldly, grabbing Gu Zhixing's wrist and dragging him towards the room with such force that she almost crushed his wrist bones.
Gu Zhixing staggered, turned around and glared fiercely at Gu Junze, but in the end he still followed Shen Jintang into the house.
Gu Junze followed behind at a leisurely pace, the hem of his robe lightly brushing against the threshold.
Mo Shu was about to follow him in when Shen Jintang's cold laugh froze him in place: "What? Does His Highness the Crown Prince need guards to serve him personally when he changes his clothes?"
Gu Junze narrowed his eyes, raised his hand to signal Mo Shu to step back, and stepped into the house alone.
In the side room, Shen Jintang took out a set of clothes and handed them to Gu Zhixing: "Your Highness, please go to the inner room to change. I will wait for you in the outer room."
She lightly traced her fingertips across his palm, a hint of suggestion flashing in her eyes.
Gu Zhixing understood immediately, took the clothes, and turned to Gu Junze, nodding his chin: "Cousin Crown Prince, shall we go together?"
He asked deliberately.
Gu Junze glanced between the two of them, then chuckled softly, "No need, you can go by yourself."
He strolled slowly to the window, his fingertips fiddling with the candlelight on the table. "I and Lord Siyan... shall wait patiently."
—Want to get him out of the way?
dream.
Gu Zhixing can leave, but Shen Jintang... must stay.
He had a pretty good idea of who was more capable between the two of them.
No matter how hard Gu Zhixing has worked lately, he's still the same spoiled young master at heart. If you really entrust him with something, it's a good thing if he doesn't mess it up.
Just like this time when he was disguised as a bride, he originally thought that Wang Jian's plan was no longer working, so he specially brought the Black Armor Guards, intending to kill everyone who knew about it!
result……
Oh!
Gu Zhixing, that idiot, actually let Wang Jian get away.
Useless things.
But Shen Jintang is different.
He had also heard about what had happened in Yanzhou.
If Shen Jintang hadn't caught Wang Mian, he wouldn't have been so quick to ruin Wang Jian's plan.
Comparing the two, he thinks it's better to keep an eye on Shen Jintang.
After all, it's best to avoid killing if possible.
If everything were made like Youzhou, others would start to doubt him as the crown prince.
"Your Highness, let me help you change your clothes."
Shen Jintang's eyes flickered slightly, and she lifted her foot to follow Gu Zhixing into the inner room.
Gu Junze took one look and immediately followed.
Shen Jintang suddenly turned around, her wide sleeves bringing with them a chilling fragrance that seemed to freeze the air itself.
She looked up at the man who was half a head taller than her, her lips pressed into a sharp line: "Your Highness, what does this mean?"
Gu Junze casually dusted off non-existent dust from his cuffs, his tone light and airy: "I want to change my clothes again, is that not allowed?"
He looked down at Shen Jintang with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Shen Jintang stayed, he stayed; Shen Jintang left, he left.
It was obvious that they wanted to stick close to Shen Jintang and not let their guard down for even a moment.
Shen Jintang naturally noticed this as well.
She took a deep breath, found a comfortable spot to sit down, closed her eyes to rest, and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips: "Fine."
"Tuizhi, aren't you going to change your clothes?"
Gu Junze looked at Gu Zhixing with great interest.
Gu Zhixing frowned, hesitated for a moment, glanced at Shen Jintang, and finally turned and walked into the inner room.
In the outer room, only Shen Jintang and Gu Junze remained.
Gu Junze understood that Shen Jintang must be furious right now, so he wasn't shameless enough to insist on talking to her.
He turned his back to her and looked around the room, as if searching for something interesting.
The moment he turned around, Shen Jintang suddenly opened her eyes.
Her eyes turned fierce in an instant, like a cheetah poised to pounce.
With extremely light movements, he drew a short knife from his sleeve. The blade gleamed coldly; it was a poison specially concocted by Xing Hui, capable of killing instantly upon contact with blood.
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