Zhao Chen held Han Youning's shoulders and frowned, "Youning, behind this, there is my father. I can't explain it to you in detail..."

Han Youning pushed his hand away and vented the anger accumulated in two lifetimes, "Your Highness does not need to explain this to me. No matter how many reasons you have, Your Highness gave up on me after all, didn't you? You could have given up on me for that reason in your last life,

How do you know that you won’t give up on me for another reason in this life?”

Zhao Chen sighed heavily, "Marquis Yongping is dead, and that kind of thing will definitely not happen again in the future. I owed you something in my last life, and I will do my best to compensate you in this life."

Han Youning threw his head back and laughed as if he had heard a big joke.

"Your Highness, do you know what it feels like to starve in the dark? Your Highness, do you know what it feels like to watch your sweetheart love each other every day? Do you know what it feels like to have your neck strangled? What can you do to compensate, my eyes, my life, Your Highness?"

It’s worth compensating!”

Every sentence of cross-examination was bloody, and Zhao Chen could not defend himself.

He originally thought that he was saving and struggling in pain, but the truth was that it was one situation after another.

He sighed lowly, wrapped his arms around her, and held her tightly in his arms, as if this was the only way to close the hole in his heart.

"I can't help you..."

Han Youning was held tightly in the black embrace, as solid as a rock.

She said softly, "Your Highness, please let go of me. In this life, Your Highness will let me go and let me live a peaceful life."

Zhao Chen stiffened, but did not let go of his hand.

Han Youning smiled and said, "Your Highness, please note that this heart has been severely injured and will die. People can be resurrected, but this heart will never survive. What's the point of Your Highness being so attached to the past?"

Zhao Chen closed his eyes in pain, pursed his lips tightly, and remained silent.

The sound of fighting outside became louder and louder.

Han Sixing went to the outer courtyard to call Duan Yi, and the two of them worked together to fight Wei Xiao and Liang Zhong.

The four masters dueled, amidst the light of swords and shadows, plum blossoms and snowflakes were flying.

The Duke of Zhenguo, Wang Can, had been alarmed and rushed over from the outer courtyard. He tried to approach the Hengxie Pavilion, and a dart burst out of the door and was nailed to the ground in front of his feet, just an inch away from his toes.

Wang Can took a step back, with an ugly expression on his face, and shouted loudly, "Your Highness, if anything happens, please sit down and talk about it. The Lord of Zhaoping County is young, so don't scare her."

There was no sound in Hengxie Pavilion.

Wang Can frowned and persuaded loudly, "Your Highness also knows Duke Dingguo's temper. If you anger him, this matter may not end well."

There was still no sound inside.

Han Sixing roared while fighting, "If Your Highness dares to do anything to my sister-in-law, I, Han Sixing, will make you pay the price even if I risk my life!"

…

The Duke of Zhen's Mansion was not far from the Prince of Jin's Mansion. Seeing something was wrong, Lu Lin ran to the Prince of Jin's Mansion as fast as he could.

Zhao Chengyuan is outside in the study.

Lu Lin pushed away Ye Chang who was holding out his hand to block the way, "Don't stop me, your mistress will be gone!"

Ye Chang's expression changed and he rushed forward to help him open the study door.

Lu Lin rushed into the study, and Zhao Chengyuan had already walked out from behind the desk, "What's wrong with Zhao Ping?"

"The prince saw something was wrong and kicked everyone out. Only the fat girl was left in the Hengxie Pavilion!"

Zhao Chengyuan's face turned stern, he grabbed the sword on the table and walked out quickly.

Lu Lin followed him out of the study, wanting to explain the situation in detail, but in just an instant, Uncle Seven Emperors and Ye Changluoping had already rushed out of the distance.

Lu Lin yelled loudly from behind, "It seems because the fat girl is so good at playing the xun, and she can play a new song too!"

The three masters and servants of Zhao Chengyuan quickly rushed to the Zhenguo Duke's Mansion. The guards at the door of the mansion had not seen the person coming clearly, but they felt that the other party was murderous and they all displayed their weapons on guard.

With a clear whistle, the long sword was unsheathed, and the blade was cold. Zhao Chengyuan said coldly, "Anyone who blocks this king will be killed without mercy!"

Only then did the guards see clearly that the person coming was actually King Jin!

They hurriedly knelt down and saluted, "Welcome Your Majesty!"

"Open the door!"

Zhao Chengyuan rushed into the Zhenguo Duke's Mansion with his sword in hand, and galloped all the way. Although the guards did not dare to stop him, they did not dare to take it lightly, so they followed with difficulty into the garden.

There is still a stalemate outside Hengxie Pavilion, with the four people fighting inextricably.

Han Sixing and Duan Yi couldn't attack for a long time, and they were thinking about Han Youning in Nuan Pavilion, so they became a little anxious.

Suddenly, a white figure passed between them like a ghost, and the door of the Nuange opened suddenly.

Wei Xiao, who was fighting, grunted behind the white shadow, and his arms were bleeding.

Han Sixing took the opportunity to slap him on the chest, shaking him away.

Zhao Chengyuan rushed into Nuan Pavilion and saw Zhao Chen holding Han Youning tightly in his arms and looking at him coldly in the center of Nuan Pavilion.

Han Youning heard the commotion, poked half of his face out of Zhao Chen's arms, and shouted in surprise, "Your Majesty!"

Zhao Chengyuan's eyes sharpened, and he raised his sword and stabbed Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen refused to let go of Han Youning, hugged her, turned around, and ran away.

Zhao Chengyuan was afraid of hurting Han Youning, so he threw the sword away and attacked Zhao Chen with his bare hands, using sharp and cruel moves, all of which were killing moves.

Zhao Chen tried his best to fight Zhao Chengyuan but it was still difficult, not to mention that he had to hold Han Youning and could only take the blow with one hand.

After a few moves, he was hit on the chest and back.

He used a desperate fighting style, and used his body to resist any moves he couldn't catch.

There was blood oozing from the corners of his lips, but he gritted his teeth and refused to let go of Han Youning.

Zhao Chengyuan said coldly, "If the prince doesn't let go, your life will be lost."

Zhao Chen's eyes were red and he didn't say anything. He took Zhao Chen's palm with one hand, and the blood in his mouth surged out, soaked the skirt of his clothes, and was hidden in the black brocade robe.

He couldn't let go. He knew that if he let go now, Han Youning would never come back.

Zhao Chengyuan followed up with another palm, hitting Zhao Chen's shoulder blade hard. When Zhao Chen's arm was in pain and couldn't use any strength, Zhao Chengyuan reached out and pushed and hooked Han Youning into his arms.

Zhao Chen staggered back a few steps before standing firm, but his arms were already empty.

Zhao Chengyuan took Han Youning and took a few steps back. His eyes were filled with coldness. He stared at Zhao Chen and said coldly, "The prince is drunk."

Zhao Chen's throat rolled and he swallowed a mouthful of blood. He raised his arm and wiped the blood on his chin with his sleeve. With blood in his mouth, he smiled fiercely and said, "Uncle Seven Emperors, aren't you going to hide it? Have you ever thought about it?"

,How should I explain to my father?"

Zhao Chengyuan sneered, "If you hurt You Ning in the slightest, even if I kill you, I still have a way to explain it to my brother."

He looked down at the silent Han Youning in his arms, the coldness between his brows and eyes dissipated, and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

Han Youning said softly, "I want to go back home."

"good."

Zhao Chengyuan picked up Han Youning's cloak from the hanger, wrapped her up, and carried her out of Hengxie Pavilion without looking at Zhao Chen again.

Behind them, Zhao Chen swayed and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Blood spattered onto the white tablecloth, dotted like red plums outside the window.

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Chapter completed!