Gu Zhixing let her hold it, and with his other hand took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve.
He gently shook the porcelain bottle, and a soft rustling sound came from inside. "There is a kind of herb in the North. When dried and ground into powder, it is colorless and odorless, but it can drive warhorses mad."
Shen Jintang suddenly remembered that Gu Zhixing had unusually stayed in the stable for a whole hour yesterday.
"So those bandits—"
"It's just a decoy." Gu Zhixing carefully hid the porcelain bottle again. "The real killing move is the Imperial Guards that the Crown Prince himself brought."
A mournful neighing of a horse came from afar.
Through the rain, Shen Jintang saw the Crown Prince's apricot-yellow canopy swaying amidst the frenzied horses. A terrible thought struck her—if the Crown Prince died from being trampled by the horses, it would be the most "accidental" thing ever.
Nothing could be more unexpected than this situation: the person you brought with you "killed" you, and you can't blame anyone else at all.
Before Shen Jintang could react, she heard a voice in her ear.
"Tangtang." Gu Zhixing suddenly called her, his voice so soft it was almost drowned out by the rain, "Once today's matter is over and the Crown Prince is executed, your revenge will be complete."
Shen Jintang nodded slightly. She originally intended to resolve the Crown Prince's matter in her own way and clear the Xie family's name, but Gu Zhixing's method could also be considered revenge, since at least the Crown Prince was dead.
Gu Zhixing turned his head, the raindrops still wet sliding down his brow bone. His eyes, which were always sharp as knives, now revealed a hint of vulnerability, almost pleading: "Come with me. Leave Kyoto, go to Jiangnan, go to the northern frontier... anywhere is fine."
Shen Jintang was startled and looked at Gu Zhixing in confusion.
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