dognovel Chapter 532 Cooperation
Chapter 532 Cooperation
(Three days later, outside the capital)
Pei Zheng leaned against the window of the carriage, his nose tip reddened by the cold wind: "Xie Xiaofeng, you said Mr. Chu is now..."
"Shut up."
Xie Xiaofeng lifted the curtain with his sword sheath. The outline of the imperial city in the distance was faintly visible in the twilight. "Three quarters after midnight, remember your position."
Pei Zheng suddenly grabbed the leather binding his wrists: "On your neck..." His fingertips brushed over the scabby teeth marks, "Does it still hurt?"
Xie Xiaofeng pulled his hand back abruptly, his ears red as blood dripping: "...More practice."
(System 6872: "Boss! Pei Zheng and his team have arrived at Yong'an Gate!")
Chu Ziyu leaned against the corner of the prison car, the iron chains clattering softly. He had been handed over to the people in the palace.
His pale fingertips stroked the silver needle hidden in his sleeve, with a smile on his lips: "Where is Xiao An?"
"The Black Armor Guards have ambushed on Zhuque Street." The system 6872 screen flashed, "But the emperor has buried gunpowder around the celebration banquet!"
Chu Ziyu suddenly coughed violently, and blood foam splattered on the railings of the prison car.
The guard hurriedly tried to wipe it, but was gently brushed away by his fingertips——
(The cartilage powder penetrates into the protected skin along the fingertips)
"I'm sorry, General."
He smiled weakly, and the little mole at the end of his eye looked as seductive as blood in the twilight.
【Imperial Palace Celebration Banquet】
Lin Ci'an had taken off his black armor, but he still had the gilded sword bestowed by the emperor on his waist. He stared at the basin of golden charcoal in the corner of the hall, the flames dancing.
(System 6872 urgent reminder: "Western Region's 'Drunken Immortal Powder' has been detected mixed in the charcoal fire. When exposed to heat, it will release nerve-paralyzing poisonous smoke!")
"What are you looking at, my dear?"
The emperor raised his glass with a smile, and the cuffs of his dragon robe were embroidered with gold thread.
"Are you still thinking about that traitorous counselor?"
The palace door burst open.
The cold wind, carrying the smell of blood, blew into the Golden Palace, and four imperial guards staggered in, dragging a snow-white figure.
Chu Ziyu's plain white prison uniform had long been stained with blood, and the hem of the uniform was torn like a broken butterfly, fluttering to the ground with his footsteps.
The shackles had rubbed his ankles until they were bloody and every step he took left a winding trail of blood on the ground.
His long hair was scattered in disarray, covering half of his face, revealing only his pale lips and a faint smile at the corner of his lips.
(Fake, fake, the injuries are all fake)
But his back remained straight.
Even though his shoulders were being pressed hard by the imperial guards and his legs were shaking from the torture, he still refused to bend even a little bit.
Lin Ci'an's knuckles gripped the wine glass with such force that the thin porcelain was almost shattered.
——He saw blood dripping from Chu Ziyu’s fingertips.
——He saw deep marks on his wrists where the bones were visible.
——He saw the small mole at the corner of his eye, which was glaringly red under the candlelight, like cinnabar stained with blood.
(Does it hurt?)
Lin Ci'an asked in his heart.
But Chu Ziyu seemed to have heard it. He turned his head slightly and blinked at him gently through his messy hair.
——(It doesn’t hurt.)
——(But seeing you almost crush the cup in anger, I feel a little happy.)
Lin Ci'an: "..."
He was almost pissed off and laughed.
At this moment, how can this person still...
How could it be possible...
(How can he still be so distressed?)
The emperor lazily leaned on the dragon chair, his fingertips stroking the gilded wine cup, with a smile that did not reach the bottom of his eyes: "I heard that you always hate betrayal, today I will get rid of this scourge for you."
Lin Ci'an slowly raised his eyes, with dark currents surging in his eyes.
"Your Majesty." He spoke in a low voice, word by word, "What crime should Chu Ziyu be punished for stealing military orders?"
There was a sudden silence in the hall.
Chu Ziyu coughed softly, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his lips, but he gently licked the corner of his lips where no one could see.
(Xiao An was angry, but he still acted well.)
(How cute.)