Yan Ziyu's Adam's apple rolled, and he lowered his head and kissed her tempting red lips, grabbing the fragrance of wine from her mouth and clinging to the tip of her tongue.

I don't want to let go of every soft part of her.

He unscrupulously fanned the flames on her.

Ruan Ningxiang made a soft sound from the corner of her clenched mouth, but her heart became nervous.

Seeing him like this, she was not sure whether she had shouted out the voice in her heart.

Ruan Ningxiang was lost in thought, and suddenly her body trembled and she bent into a shrimp.

When she saw what Chu Yu was doing, her face turned red again and her breathing became irregular.

She pushed him in a mute voice, "Chu Yu, don't be like this..."

Yan Ziyu raised his head, his eyes were blurred, and there was a slutty smile on his lips, as if he had done something bad, "Want to refuse or welcome?"

As he spoke, he lowered his head again, teasing.

Ruan Ningxiang's shame and throbbing heartbeat all came to a halt because she called him Chu Yu.

The body felt like falling into an abyss, and the fragile heart was cut into pieces.

All suspicions were confirmed at this moment.

Ruan Ningxiang pushed him away and got up from under him. She wanted to escape.

Want to escape this frightening truth.

The broken heart seemed to be entangled by countless innocent souls, beating wildly in the chest again.

I truly feel the heartbreaking pain of being deceived and hurt over and over again by the person I love most.

Ruan Ningxiang huddled there as if she had collapsed.

Yan Ziyu was drunk and was stunned for a moment. He looked at the trembling little figure on the corner of the bed. Did he bully someone into tears?

He also sat up and gently wiped away the tears from her eyes with his fingers, "Haven't you always been wild? How could you be so shy?"

Ruan Ningxiang did not run away. She held a silver hairpin in her hand. There was a hidden weapon hidden there. She had never used it again.

She stared at him, his features were familiar and gentle, but behind the gentleness was all deception.

Her eyes moved down and landed on his red chest.

She used to like to put her hand there and feel his heartbeat. Knowing that he liked her, she couldn't help but giggle.

Now, all of this is fake, a gentle trap weaved by his own hands.

Yan Ziyu helped her wipe her tears, but more and more tears flowed down like a dam.

Only then did he vaguely realize something was wrong, "What's wrong? I just don't like teasing you. Why are you crying?"

Ruan Ningxiang couldn't control her emotions and stared at him deeply with complex eyes.

There is the hatred of being deceived, the escape from not wanting to face it, and the unbearable pain deep in my heart.

In the end, all that lingered were the voices of thousands of innocent souls scolding her in the ferocious sea of ​​fire.

Ruan Ningxiang's mind was completely shattered.

She said angrily: "You are Chu Yu, the ninth prince."

As she spoke the truth, the sharp edge in her hand was sent into his chest.

Hot blood dripped down from the crimson chest in patches.

Yan Ziyu slowly lowered his eyes, touched her face with his fingers, and touched her chest. A tingling pain spread all over her body from there.

Suddenly, all the beauty was broken.

Ruan Ningxiang's hands were covered with his blood, and the smell of blood hit her taste buds. Ruan Ningxiang's shoulders trembled violently, but her lips tried their best to suppress the trembling, and she shouted in pain: "It was you, you designed to burn down Yundu Mountain!"

Yan Ziyu raised his eyes, with a pale smile on his lips, staring at the hatred and panic intertwined in her tearful eyes.

She still knew the truth after all, but when she knew it, he didn't find out at all.

Yan Ziyu didn't argue. After staring at her for a long time, he suddenly felt a sense of relief. He took her tightly clenched hand and snatched the small silver hairpin-like hidden weapon.

Oh, I'm still prepared.

pity……

Yan Ziyu stood up, took the clothes, and said ruthlessly and coldly, "Why do you need to know the truth? Once you know the truth, you should be more ruthless. If you fail to kill them with one blow, I'm afraid I won't be able to avenge them again in this life."

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Ruan Ningxiang felt dizzy as she listened to his words that sounded like he was admitting. The smell of blood made her stomach churn. She covered her mouth and vomited uncontrollably.

Yan Ziyu ignored her and went straight out of the house, her body in pain and soaked in cold sweat.

Damn, that was really cruel.

An inch deeper, and he would have died in Wenrouxiang.

Yan Ziyu pressed the wound hard and shouted: "Anu!"

Anu ran over when he heard the noise and saw his master. His white undershirt was covered in blood. "Is there an assassin? Master, why are you injured?"

"Stop talking nonsense." Although Yan Ziyu's injuries were not fatal, they were serious.

He warned, "Don't spread the news outside, and send someone to keep an eye on Axiang to make sure she doesn't do stupid things."

Anu glanced into the room and seemed to understand something.

Yan Ziyu followed the secret passage and returned to his room. The drunkenness gradually dissipated and his brain sobered up.

He told Anu, "Check, where did Axiang go yesterday? There is also talk of an assassin coming in, which alerted Wei Jiayi."

The injuries on his body had to be covered up somewhere.

Anu hurriedly went to make arrangements.

Not long after Wei Jiayi fell asleep, she heard that there were assassins and that King Yu was injured. She hurriedly put on her clothes and rushed over.

The wound on Chu Yu's body was very small, and he pierced the skin with his sword. When Wei Jiayi came in, she saw the butler Fu Bo cleaning the wound for him.

"Your Majesty." Wei Jiayi's face turned pale with fright.

"Why are you here?" Yan Ziyu turned his back.

Wei Jiayi stepped forward and saw blood still oozing from the hideous wound.

Her eyes turned red, "Is it okay to bandage like this? Do you need to hire a doctor?"

"No, you have nothing to do here, go back." Yan Ziyu ordered, "Uncle Fu will send more people, and the princess will also send a few more people."

Uncle Fu bandaged his wounds and helped him to bed.

When Yan Ziyu saw that Wei Jiayi was still there, she felt very irritated and had to take advantage of her again.

He raised his hand and said, "Okay, everyone, go down. I want to rest."

"I stayed to serve you." Wei Jiayi stepped forward.

"No need." Yan Ziyu directly put down the bed curtain, "Uncle Fu, please invite the princess back."

Uncle Fu said: "Princess, please come back. Prince Yu needs a good rest."

Wei Jiayi took another look and had no choice but to retreat.

On the bed, Yan Ziyu closed her eyes, feeling the stinging pain from the wound, but was enveloped by another terrible loneliness and coldness.

The beauty that I had carefully maintained for a year was shattered quietly.

I thought I was already prepared.

But I still felt so uncomfortable, a feeling I had never felt before.

It's not hate, he doesn't hate Axiang for hurting him.

It's fear, the fear after getting used to beautiful things and suddenly being robbed.

Just like when he was a child, his father killed the family relationship between them.
Chapter completed!