To everyone's surprise, Wu Zhao burst into laughter.
"Oh dear, Princess Consort Ling, you don't know yet, do you? I figured out how Su Zhirou controlled Lu Ziyuan, and this time it wasn't for Lu Ziyuan, but for you."
Zhong Muyu's heart sank. This guy was indeed not easy to deal with. He was a spy for an enemy country, colluded with mountain bandits, and hoarded weapons... Now, he even knew all sorts of supernatural and bizarre things!
No, no, no! We should trust science. Maybe it's some kind of psychological skill she's unaware of.
Zhong Muyu asked, "Why did you arrest me? I'm just a woman, I can't command troops, and I don't know any valuable information."
"Princess Consort of Ling is too modest. Little do you know that the war chariots you modified have caused our Xi Rong army a lot of trouble. Moreover, you also have such a magical thing."
As Wu Zhao spoke, he pulled something out of his pocket—the very pistol that Zhong Muyu had used before!
Her pupils suddenly contracted. This portable pistol could hold six bullets. If she remembered correctly, she had fired four at the time, and there should still be two left.
If Wu Zhao were smart enough, two bullets would have been enough to kill her twice.
Wu Zhao toyed with the pistol: "How could I possibly hand over something as small and deadly as you to the enemy?"
During Zhong Muyu's coma, he had thoroughly examined the thing inside and out, and even used up one bullet in the process. Now, there is only one bullet left.
She was already a target, so she couldn't confront her head-on anymore. So Zhong Muyu said with a forced smile, "You flatter me too much. That chariot wasn't entirely my achievement. There were other craftsmen's ideas too. And this thing was something I bought. I couldn't build it myself."
However, Wu Zhao did not believe her truth: "Stop trying to talk your way out of this. You're not getting out of here."
Wu Zhao placed the pistol on the table and then approached her step by step.
Zhong Muyu was extremely nervous: "What are you trying to do? Let's talk this out!"
"I'm thinking, since Lu Ziyuan doesn't like you anymore anyway, if I get you now, will you fall for someone else?"
As he spoke, Wu Zhao's hand reached for her belt.
Zhong Muyu struggled and said, "You traitor! I'm a married woman now!"
"Hahaha! We people of the Xirong tribe don't care about these things. If we like something, we get it!"
"Bastard! So what if you succeed? I'm not some virtuous woman who'd die for you because of this. As long as I can move, I'll find a chance to cut your head off and use it as a football!"
At this moment, Zhong Muyu didn't care about anything else. While struggling, she said all sorts of nasty things.
Of course, she had considered resisting. Now that she couldn't move her hands, she needed something handy to kill Wu Zhao with one blow.
At this moment, Wu Zhao had already taken off her belt and thrown all her decorations on the ground. Zhong Muyu was so angry that she spat on him, which landed right in his face.
Wu Zhao's expression changed drastically: "It seems that even the dignified Princess Consort of Ling can be so vulgar."
After saying that, he tore off a piece of Zhong Muyu's clothes, rolled it up, and stuffed it into her mouth.
In the chaos, Wu Zhao seemed to have stepped on something and crushed it, making a cracking sound.
After thinking for a long time, Zhong Muyu was probably too scared, and then she remembered something—a sleeping potion.
She took the sleeping powder from her spatial storage and shook it out with all her might.
Instantly, white powder was sprayed onto the two of them like mist.
Wu Zhao was shocked: "What is this thing?!"
Zhong Muyu remained silent; she had to hold her breath and concentrate to minimize the inhalation of the drug.
"You bitch, um..."
Wu Zhao felt the surroundings begin to spin. He still couldn't figure out where Zhong Muyu had hidden the sleeping pills. He had searched her thoroughly when he captured her, and apart from the small pistol, she didn't have any other dangerous items on her.
Suddenly, a force shattered the window, and a dark figure entered through it like the wind.
Who is it?
Wu Zhao instinctively blocked the attack, and then saw a man dressed in crimson clothes enter.
His moves were powerful and fast. Because Wu Zhao had inhaled the drug, his reactions were slower. Before he knew it, Wu Zhao was knocked back and knocked over the table.
The man's target was Zhong Muyu. He cut the ropes binding Zhong Muyu, picked her up, and jumped out of the window.
Zhong Muyu had also taken some sleeping pills and was now drowsy, but at the crucial moment, she saw the appearance of the person who came.
Enraged, Wu Zhao scrambled to his feet and immediately ordered his men outside, "Chase them! Make sure you bring them back!"
After saying that, he fell asleep due to the effects of the drug.
...
The next morning, as Granny Zhou was doing Su Zhirou's hair and makeup, Lianye quietly returned.
Noticing the red marks on her neck, Su Zhirou asked, "Is everything settled?"
"It's all taken care of. He's on duty tomorrow, and he said he'll help you get in when he changes shifts tonight."
"Alright, thank you for your hard work. Don't worry, once everything settles down, I will arrange a good marriage for you. If you want to stay with that guard, I can also make arrangements for you."
"Thank you, Madam, Lianye."
Now that things have come to this, following that guard might not be a bad thing, since he genuinely likes Lianye and has said he will take responsibility for her.
At this moment, Zhiyu outside Xiuyu House still dared not relax and remained there, and then he saw Chengfeng looking dejected.
He immediately perked up: "Have you found the princess?"
"No, I chased him all the way to the outskirts of the city, but that person's movements were very unique, and there were his men along the way, so I lost him."
Zhi Yu's heart sank: "It seems the only option is to send a large number of guards to search, but given the Prince's current condition..."
"Is Your Highness not feeling well now?"
Zhiyu shook her head: "He's mentally unstable. I suspect he'll go insane."
"How about we find a sorcerer to perform a ritual?"
Where are you going to look?
This question stumped Chengfeng. Indeed, sorcerers are not so easy to find. I'm afraid nine out of ten who are found are just charlatans.
The group was at a loss and waited until evening when Zaochun and several maids arrived with food boxes.
"Chengfeng, Zhiyu, have something to eat, don't overwork yourselves."
Upon seeing Zaochun, Chengfeng felt somewhat ashamed: "I'm sorry, I failed to bring the princess back."
Early Spring was also very anxious, but she still mustered her spirits and said, "Don't be discouraged. The princess is a lucky person and everything will be alright. Besides, it's not your fault. Let's eat. You'll have the strength to think of a solution when you're full."
Chengfeng nodded, and the two set up a table outside to eat. Early Spring looked towards Xiuyu House, and it was already dark, but the prince still hadn't turned on the lights.
"Chengfeng, you all eat first, I'll go and deliver these snacks to the Prince."
"I'll go instead. The prince is mentally unstable right now, and I'm afraid he might hurt you."
Chengfeng took the food box. No matter what, he didn't want anyone to hurt Zaochun, not even the prince.
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