Chapter Eighty-Three Too Familiar

  The next morning, Zi Ruoye and Liu Qingyou bid farewell to Lin Ke and prepared to leave. When they reached the door, they saw Mu Rou Xing wearing a light red dress with white embroidered pear flowers, which set off his slender figure, looking as if he had been waiting at the door for a long time.

  Liu Qingyou saw Mu Rouxing, and his eyes slightly dimmed, but he subconsciously wrapped his arms around Zi Ruoye's neck, not wanting to let that man look at him so recklessly.

  Liu Qingyou, whose ankle was still not fully recovered, was being held by Zi Ruoye at this moment. She slightly nodded towards the man and said, "Since we're heading in the same direction, would you mind taking the car behind?"

  Mu Rou Xing heard that he let himself sit in another car, his eyes flashed slightly, nodded, and walked towards the second horse carriage. With a leap, he jumped up neatly and immediately poked his head out again, smiling slightly, "Ye Wang, I'm Mu Rou Xing."

  Zi Ruoye saw Mu Rou Xing's movement and wasn't too surprised, only saying, "When going out, it's better not to call me Ye Wang, let's set off."

  Mu Rou Xing sat in the carriage and lazily lay down on the soft couch, his slightly restrained enchanting aura instantly radiating out, as if wherever he lay was a place of unparalleled luxury and comfort.

  The collar is slightly open, the thin gauze slips down to reveal a round shoulder, and the skin that is half-covered by the thin gauze is even whiter than the best sheep fat white jade. The slender legs are stacked on top of each other, this is simply a man who treats the world's etiquette as dog shit.

  Mù Róu Xīng gazed at the empty carriage, let out a deep sigh of boredom, but in the next second, she lightly curled up the corners of her lips and drifted off to sleep.

  The horse carriage slowly moved along the official road, and all the way, only the sound of horseshoes could be heard. Liu Qing opened the curtain and thought about two months ago when he left a letter and slipped away quietly. He wondered if his mother and father were still worried about him. Thinking of his mother's serious face, he felt a little anxious.

  "What are you thinking about?"

  Liu Qingyu turned around, looking at the purple leaf in front of him, but his cheeks had a faint flush. If he said that he came after her and sneaked out of the house, that dead fool would definitely laugh at him. "Nothing." He changed the subject, "Dead fool, Mu Rou Xing, is it really okay to let him go with us?"

  "I don't know either, but since they're just ahead of us on the same road, we can only wait until something happens." Zi Ruoye lay down on Liu Qingyou's leg and said with a smile.

  "Qing Yu, the fragrance of your orchid is really nice. Gentle and quiet, it doesn't suit you at all!" Zi Ruo Ye buried her face in Liu Qing Yu's belly, laughing as she said so.

  Liu Qing was slightly annoyed, but this bastard was either praising him or mocking him? "Damn it! Why did you agree to let him come with us?" The man clearly had ulterior motives, but what they were, they couldn't tell.

  "Don't worry. What he's after will be clear in the end." Zi Ruoye said, lying on Liu Qingyu's leg, closing her eyes to take a nap.

  Liu Qingyou saw Zi Ruoye say sleep and sleep, she couldn't help but push her down the soft couch, but in the end, she still endured it. Fortunately, no one was around at this moment, and this person just slept on his own legs. Indeed, he is a pervert. Moreover, how could there be the fragrance of Yulan on his body? He had never used any scented sachets or anything like that before.

  On the other side, Qinglan's envoy was also rushing to Zixuan's capital, with ten large boxes, twenty men, plus guards, totaling over forty people. The most eye-catching thing was that six people were carrying a sedan chair, and the sound of the guqin came from inside, but the melody was so pale that it was hard to hear the meaning in the music.

  "The prince, in just over a month we will arrive at the imperial palace of Zixuan." The little servant who sat with the man lightly laughed and said, but it was possible to see that there wasn't a hint of joy in the servant's eyes, instead it was sorrowful.

  "Uh, I see." The man's fingers paused slightly as he plucked the strings, then continued to play. Beside him, Zuo Er looked at her own prince with a pang in her heart. Why did Qing Lan have so many princes, and yet chose the tenth prince? Those brothers with hearts full of malice standing behind their emperor father had never stopped bullying the tenth prince. Every time he got angry and wanted to go reason with them, the tenth prince would just shake his head lightly and not pursue it.

  Why do the women have to let the men go to atone for their sins? Why is the tenth prince ranked tenth? By age, the tenth prince should be ranked second. Is it because the prince was born different from ordinary people? Or is it because the tenth prince is a child left behind by a female emperor who had a one-night stand? Or is it because the tenth prince's father is an unremarkable small servant?

  The tenth prince, the tenth prince, his own mother actually refused to acknowledge him, just because he was born different from ordinary people! Zuo Er bit his lip, he had once wanted to persuade the tenth prince to let him escape, but where could they escape in this vast world?

  The title of the Crown Prince of Qinglan has never been given with a number since ancient times, and there is only one tenth prince, as if acknowledging his existence while also seeming to deny it, this ambiguous title.

  "Your Highness, take a break first, you've been playing the zither for a long time." Zuo Er poured clear water into a cup and handed it to the man playing the zither.

  The man stopped playing the piano, looked at Zuo Er, and met his sorrowful gaze. His calm eyes didn't show a ripple, he took over the cup of water and drank it all, "Zuo Er, I'm fine." He was originally without sorrow or joy, without hatred or anger, so any arrangement was meaningless to him.

  It doesn't matter if I leave my hometown, and it doesn't matter who I marry, as long as he can continue to play the piano. As for Qinglan, she had never been nostalgic about him, and without nostalgia, there was no reluctance to part with him.

  He has nothing but his zither, and he has nothing but his zither.

  Zuo Er's eyes were even more sorrowful, biting his lightly trembling lips. He really wanted to cry, but he couldn't. That was the pain in the heart of the imperial son, and he couldn't dig it up again to make the imperial son suffer once more. Zuo Er hastily nodded, perhaps leaving Qing Lan would be good for the imperial son, only he didn't know what kind of person the imperial son would marry.

  Zuo'er looked at the man who was playing the zither with his eyes closed, and while feeling anxious in her heart, she was also silently praying that the prince would meet a good wife, and not let the prince suffer again, for the prince had already suffered enough.

  Lan Ge gently opened his eyes, looked ahead, and before long he arrived at the imperial city of Zixuan. He then closed his eyes again and continued to play the guqin.

  Hurriedly traveling half the journey, Zǐ Ruò Yè and her group were now truly camping in the wilderness. The air was filled with the scent of mud, yet Zǐ Ruò Yè still lay on Liú Qīng Yōu's legs, sipping wine, but in the next moment, she lightly curled up the corners of her mouth.

  "Pure and serene, have you fully absorbed and digested your inner strength these days?" The half-closed eyes flashed with a sharp light, having lain dormant for over half a month before making their move, those people also had patience.

  "En. I can use it freely now." For half a month, Liu Qingyou had been meditating every day to slowly digest his unutilized powers, and he smiled as he replied, but the two of them didn't have any tension at all, although outside the carriage, they were already poised for action.

  Muyong Xing popped out her small face, and the gem-like eyes were full of curious and playful lights, as if looking at the murderous assassin in front of her was not a person, but her own toy.

  "Just sit still for a while." Outside, there were dark shadows and also the guards assigned by Lin Ke to herself. A mere twenty or so black-clad men could absolutely be handled.

  Zi Ruoye lifted the curtain of the carriage, but her eyes were cold and devoid of warmth. She gazed at the assassin in front of her and said softly, "There are too many ants; they will always pose a hidden threat."

  But who would have thought that Mù Róu Xīng also jumped out of the horse carriage, lightly moving her lotus steps, and also jumped into the midst of the people fighting together with ān Wèi. Zǐ Ruò Yè was stunned, not expecting Mù Róu Xīng to jump in, her eyes slightly narrowed, watching the battle situation.

  Rouxing covered his injured arm, furrowed his brow, and seemed to be in disbelief that he had been stabbed. Zi Ruoye's eyes flashed, and with a few quick jumps, she landed right in front of Rouxing, raising her small wine jug to block the incoming attack.

  "Mu Gongzi, are you alright?" Xiao Jiuhu said as he seemed to be juggling while confronting the black-clothed man. Zi Ruoye approached Mu Rouxuan and asked.

  "It's nothing." Mu Rou Xing replied softly, seemingly already very weak. "Ye Wang, you're kind to bring me along to the capital, I should at least put in some effort." Smiling weakly, her body seemed to be on its last legs.

  Zi Ruoye gritted her teeth, "You've offended me." She wrapped her arms around Mu Rouxuan's waist and struck a fatal blow, saying in a calm tone, "Leave one alive, take care of the rest immediately."

  "Yes!" The guards and shadows burst out with fierce killing intent, their movements no longer slow. Zi Ruoye hugged Mu Rongxuan and retreated to the side of the carriage, looking at the person beside her whose arm was still bleeding, frowning slightly.

  The shadow quickly subdued one person, the others were killed by the guards, and pressed forward on the black-clad man, asking in a low voice, "Who sent you? Why did you want to assassinate the prince?"

  That man, however, didn't make a sound, lowering his head as if nobody existed. The shadow looked at Ziyue Ye, nodded slightly, and in an instant, the sound of bones shattering was heard. The shadow directly broke that person's leg bone!

  "Speak up. So as to avoid suffering in vain." Zi Ruoye said quietly, this group of people was obviously not sent by Li Yu, could it be that they were from Haiyue's side?

  That person suddenly looked at Zi Ruoye, swung his palm to force back the dark shadow, and seemed to have gained strength, raised his sword and stabbed at Zi Ruoye. Their distance was very close!

  "Watch out, Ye Wang!"

  The sound of the sword piercing the body was muffled, and Zi Ruoye was shocked. In an instant, she let that black-clothed man lose his life. Looking at the sword still not pulled out from Muyouxing's body, her eyes flashed with complex emotions.

  Mu Rou Xing's face was slightly pale, and he withdrew his sword, throwing the blood-stained blade aside. He took a few light breaths, "Ye Wang, you're fine." Then he fainted.

  "Prince Wang...this..." The dark figure looked at the person who had fainted, wanting to speak but stopping, this scene was something none of them had expected.

  Zi Ruoye, however, was watching Mu Rou Xing faint, her eyes becoming increasingly complex. She got up and carried him into the car. Liu Qingyou also witnessed the scene just now, took over Mu Rou Xing, and said softly, "I'll help him bandage."

  Zi Ruoye nodded slightly and turned around to walk out of the carriage. "Was anything found on the black-clad man?"

  "Return to Wang Ye, nothing happened." This group of black-clad people seemed to have been prepared early on, and their purpose was not to let people see their identities.

  "Never mind. Let's take a break and continue on our journey later. We'll abandon the carriage behind." Zǐ Ruò Yè didn't enter the carriage again, but instead looked at it thoughtfully before sitting in the driver's seat and taking control of the horse cart herself.

  Muyong Xing... Zi Ruoye whispered softly in her heart... but her eyes were dark and unclear. This overly familiar scene, was it arranged by you?