"Your Highness..." Qi Yu's beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with sorrow at this moment.
Jiang Zhan licked his dry lips.
He gritted his teeth and sneered, then swung his fist straight at Qi Yu, "Why the hell are you pretending?"
"It's not enough to plot against His Highness once, now you want to plot against him a second time, right?" Jiang Zhan rarely showed such a sinister look in front of Ban Shu.
Like a poisonous snake with its fangs bared.
But Jiang Zhan was right.
Pan Shu doesn't have a strong desire for revenge, but she is definitely a person who cannot tolerate any grain of sand in her eyes.
Qi Yu had betrayed her before, and besides, his attack value had already been maxed out. In other words—
Qi Yu should have discarded it long ago.
After all, he is of no use to anyone.
"Jiang Zhan!"
Ban Shu crossed her arms and looked at Jiang Zhan coldly for a while before calling him.
The boy raised his face in panic.
The corner of his mouth was bruised and there was a long streak of blood under his eye.
He thought Panshu was blaming him.
Jiang Zhan has never been confident. He is jealous of Qi Yu.
Crazy jealous of Qi Yu.
Ban Shu loved Qi Yu, but never loved Jiang Zhan.
The love his prince gave him was like the moon in the mirror, which would break with a slight poke.
The light in Qi Yu's eyes, which had gradually dimmed, brightened again very lightly and slowly with Ban Shu's voice.
He didn't even have time to curl his lips.
The next second, he heard the prince he had been thinking about day and night say this—
"Jiang Zhan, let's go home."
Qi Yu looked at the young man with an expressionless face as he joyfully and in disbelief held Ban Shu's hand, his eyes gradually turning cold.
He moved his fingertips which had long been stiff and numb.
He struggled to support himself and slowly stood up.
No one will feel sorry for Qi Yu anymore.
The only prince in the world who cared about him and loved him at all costs had been lost by him long ago.
Qi Yu raised his hands to cover his eyes in shock.
The hot tears fell one by one along the delicate jaw and onto the palm of hand.
It brought about a sharp pain.
It felt as if his internal organs were being violently stirred and pulled by a large hand, causing him to tremble all over with pain.
Why is this happening.
"Do you want to cooperate?" The cold voice of the man behind him suddenly sounded.
Qi Yu turned his head suddenly.
Seeing that it was Shen Zhuo, he pursed his lips in surprise, “I can’t do anything, you’ve got the wrong person.”
Qi Yu was about to leave limping.
Shen Zhuo raised his eyebrows slightly, "Don't you want to stay with her? I can help you."
After the words fell, Qi Yu's fingertips paused slightly. This condition was too tempting.
"What should I do?" he said hoarsely.
Shen Zhuo gave Qi Yu a benevolent look. He put his hands behind his back, his back was as straight as a pine tree, and his tall nose cast a small shadow in the sunlight.
"I want Jiang Zhan and Gu Chi dead. You take the blame for me."
Qi Yu sneered, "Master Shen, do you think Qi Yu is so stupid? Qi Yu would never dare to do something that would annoy His Highness."
He was calm and not annoyed.
He slowly stretched out his hand, and a flying willow catkin happened to fall on his fingertips.
The catkins are warm, but my fingertips feel cold.
"That's up to you." His tone was nonchalant, as if he felt it was a pity that he couldn't persuade Qi Yu. He sighed softly, "The dead can't speak. The truth depends on what the living say. I just think it would be nice to have someone to talk back to me if the truth comes out."
"But...if the truth hadn't come to light," Chen Zhuo said with a smile, "you would be able to stay by His Highness's side safely, right?"
The meaning of Chenzhuo is very clear.
Just take a gamble.
If I win the bet, I will kill Jiang Zhan and Gu Chi.
He won't lose anything if he loses the bet.
Reap the benefits while you can.
Qi Yu secretly clenched his fists and pursed his lips. "What can I get?"
Chen Zhuo smiled slightly, his eyes and eyebrows were elegant and beautiful.
"Master Qi is too greedy. Besides being with His Highness forever, is there anything else you want?"
Qi Yu had a blank expression on his face. "What I mean is, how can I trust you to let me stay with His Highness for a long time? After all... His Highness is tired of me." His voice became much hoarse when he said the last part.
"It's very simple." Chen Zhuo's sharp brows revealed a hint of coldness. "There is no creation without destruction. I will risk my life to love her."
"She'll be moved."
No one knows better than Shen Zhuo.
Jiang Zhan, Gu Chi, Qi Yu and even he himself are no one special in Pan Shu's heart.
It's just a mission objective to be conquered.
She hates being schemed against.
But Panshu is heartless and smart, so even if she sees through her, she won't say it out loud.
I can only pick my lips and go down the steps.
She doesn't like to embarrass herself.
That's why Shen Zhuo was certain that Qi Yu would come back to her.
It's just that there is a lack of opportunity.
…
Late spring and early summer.
Succession ceremony.
Hundreds of officials stood on both sides with their heads bowed, holding jade tablets in their hands and their faces solemn.
Pan Shu slightly raised her eyelids, her face calm, and her every move and gesture exuded the elegance and majesty of an emperor. When she casually lowered her eyes, she was full of stunning beauty.
A long bright yellow dragon robe dragged on hundreds of layers of jade.
Beneath the delicate jade tassels, the girl's delicate eyebrows and eyes are faintly visible.
Pan Shu walked towards the platform calmly.
Suddenly!
Changes happen in an instant!
A cold sword light flashed, and before anyone could dodge, the sword shot straight towards Ban Shu.
Pan Shu raised her eyebrows.
She was about to dodge, but someone was faster than her.
I saw a tall figure in white clothes rushing in front of Panshu in panic, hugging her tightly, and the sharp sword pierced into her flesh, and the originally smooth and dust-free white clothes turned blood red.
Qi Yu's face was pale, and he forced a smile, "Fortunately... fortunately, His Highness is okay."
Pan Shu curled her lips in a half-smile and glanced at him meaningfully.
Qi Yu's heart skipped a beat.
Before he could react, he fainted completely.
Pan Shu secretly complained.
If Qi Yu hadn't held her back, she would have dodged away long ago.
Such a thing happened during the succession ceremony, so it was natural to conduct a thorough investigation. Pan Shu ordered people to send Qi Yu back to the palace. Jiang Zhan's face turned pale and he hugged Pan Shu tightly, "It was almost there... It was almost there..."
Pan Shu patted Jiang Zhan's thin back gently in a soothing manner.
The boy with a high ponytail had half of his face hidden in the darkness.
He cruelly curved his thin lips, which were as red as blood, and said, "Investigate, investigate thoroughly."
Hearing this, Shen Zhuo glanced at Jiang Zhan slowly.
His eyes accidentally met with Banshu's. Banshu frowned, while Chenzhuo slowly raised a harmless and gentle smile.
At night.
The palace lanterns flickered dimly.
Jiang Zhan tilted his head and rested it on Ban Shu's knees. The flickering light of the lamp illuminated his delicate and cold face. "Your Highness, once we find out the details of the assassin, we must strip him of his bones and tendons, grind his bones and scatter his ashes."
"That assassin keeps his mouth shut." Ban Shu said casually.
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