"Your Highness is truly heroic and unrivaled!"

In an instant, Fu Ling was surrounded by words of praise.

She raised her eyes and looked in the direction of Xiao Chengyou. His figure was as tall and straight as a pine tree, with a majestic aura. He was galloping on his horse against the scorching sunlight. His black armor was shining brightly, almost dazzling.

Many noble ladies from aristocratic families around saw Xiao Chengyou for the first time and were immediately fascinated by him.

Some of them had obvious blushes on their faces, but they immediately pulled up their handkerchiefs to cover their faces and laughed. When they found out that he was the cheap prince of the general's mansion that no one was willing to marry, they immediately regretted it and secretly cast envious glances at Fu Ling.

Fu Ling did not pay attention to the changes around him. His eyes fell on Xiao Chengyou's thin waist. He wore the jade ring properly. The clear light it emitted flowed around him, but his face was still tense.

For some reason, she felt that there was no joy of victory in Xiao Chengyou.

The noisy and chaotic crowd around them shrank into a hazy mist. In the vast sky and earth, their sights touched easily and then became entangled.

Fu Ling looked up from a distance and saw Xiao Chengyou's deep eyes glowing with a dark and unclear light, as if they were fighting in the Shura field through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The heavy emotion instantly penetrated her body, and Fu Ling felt as if her heart was falling heavily. An indescribable sadness and desolation instantly enveloped her.

Xiao Chengyou soon arrived in front of everyone. The emperor was a little surprised to see that he was the winner, but he still praised him.

Xiao Chengyou said nothing, just stood quietly in the wind, like a solemn statue.

Not long after he returned to the capital, he should have hidden himself and waited to avoid leaking the flaw, but when he saw the jade under the red silk, his heart seemed to be roasted in a blazing fire. The intense and intense feeling buried deep in his bones Hatred grew crazily, tearing his flesh and blood and stinging his soul.

It’s just a dead thing for sinners.

In the eyes of the emperor, the innocent blood shed by his parents was nothing more than a ladder of bones built under the feet of the superior, a trophy to be shown off after success.

The children of the aristocratic families who came later either whispered or beat their chests, but no one had any objections——

On the racecourse just now, Xiao Chengyou seemed to be going crazy, galloping his horse, leaving everyone behind. The second place could not even see him.

The skills developed by fighting desperately on the battlefield and practicing real swords and guns are almost a crushing victory compared to the playful activities of the children of aristocratic families who spend three days fishing and two days drying nets.

Everyone was convinced by this winning, and they couldn't help but respect him. The reputation of His Royal Highness spread among the crowd in an instant.

Horse racing was just the appetizer for the spring hunt. Soon it was time to hunt, and the emperor led everyone in.

Xiao Chengyou put his hand lightly on his sword and looked into the distance expressionlessly. When he approached the enclosure, he lowered his eyes towards Fu Ling, glanced at her lightly, and then went away as quickly as the wind.

Fu Ling couldn't ride or shoot, so she was on the edge with the other female relatives.

The howls of wild beasts in the distant mountains and forests came with the sound of wind, which was so creepy that she felt chills all over her body.

Xiao Chengyou had just received a commendation from the emperor. Fu Ling was surrounded by a group of female relatives, asking questions attentively. Fu Huan on the side also wanted to provoke her, but her position was too low and she had difficulty even squeezing into the crowd, so she could only give up angrily. Got the idea.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sky was filled with sunset glow, the shadows of the moon were gradually dotting the sky, and the dim dusk mist became low.

Logically, the hunting should have ended long ago, but the emperor was still nowhere to be seen. The crowd around him gradually started to move, and Fu Ling became slightly alert, vaguely feeling that something had happened.

Just as she stood up, suddenly the sound of horse hooves came from the mountains and forests, heading straight towards the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, countless royal guards surrounded the hunting ground in just a short moment, and the vast pasture suddenly seemed like an airtight prison.

"The emperor's hunting ground is assassinated, no one can leave!"

Fu Ling was shocked when he heard the words, and the buzz around him was like boiling water in a pot.

As if she had expected something, she was panic-stricken. She recognized the guards of the General's Mansion and hurriedly stepped forward to inquire about the situation.

Even though the dusk was getting darker, the faces of the guards showed obvious panic.

She heard chatter amid the din.

"His Royal Highness was injured while protecting the Emperor..."

As if a thunderbolt penetrated his body, Fu Ling's face turned pale, and the blood in his internal organs suddenly solidified.

The emperor personally visited the hunting ground on the outskirts of Beijing, and almost all the elite guards followed him. An assassination that could threaten his safety must be a serious matter. She did not dare to think about the casualties...

"Take me to see it quickly!" Fu Ling casually pulled over an attendant and ordered.

She was a legitimate Crown Princess, and her horse galloped towards the hunting ground without anyone stopping her.

The cold wind whistled past his ears. Fu Ling's expression was a little dazed, and there was only one voice left in his mind -

Everything she owns, honor and disgrace, is tied to Xiao Chengyou.

She can't lose him.

The horses were parked in a tent stationed next to the hunting ground. The pungent smell of medicine suddenly flooded into the nostrils. The dim candlelight in the tent reflected the hurried figures of people inside.

Fu Ling anxiously opened the door curtain, and when he saw Xiao Chengyou who was unconscious on the bed, with almost half of his body soaked in blood, the tears in his eyes fell.

"What's wrong with His Royal Highness?" She pulled the doctor aside and asked.

The imperial doctor shook his head and sighed, "His Royal Highness was hit by an arrow in order to save the driver. Although he had already pulled it out, the assassin applied poison to the tip of the arrow. If no one sucked out the poison from His Highness's wound, he might not be alive for two days. Human convenience…”

Fu Ling was startled and walked to the bed in a few steps. Sure enough, he saw that the place where the arrow was hit on Xiao Chengyou's shoulder was already showing the dark purple color of venom, spreading around like a spider web. His cold eyebrows were slightly frowned and his thin lips were pale. With a strange greenish white color.

Fu Ling saw the injury clearly and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

She could tell at a glance that the "two days" mentioned by the imperial physician was actually a comfort. If the venom was not sucked out immediately, Xiao Chengyou might not survive the night.

Fu Ling looked around the tent. The imperial physician was afraid of death and kept his head down and said nothing. The other palace servants avoided him as much as possible and wished they could dig three feet into the ground and hide.

Everyone values life. If the poison is inhaled into the mouth and even a little bit is swallowed, the person might die. Although His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has a noble status and has made great contributions in saving the emperor, he is not worth their lives to save him.

A feeling of helplessness and despair instantly gripped her.

When Fu Ling broke in, Xiao Chengyou heard her voice on the bed. His consciousness struggled in the chaos and gradually regained clarity. He forced himself to open his eyes and look at her.

The arrows soaked in poison were different from ordinary ones. The intense pain was like countless sharp blades moving through his body. Every nerve was clamoring loudly, as if it was burning in a raging fire, almost making people lose their minds.

But he just endured it silently, as if the pain just flowed naturally from his body.

Among the crowds of figures, his vision was extremely keen to capture Fu Ling and the red tail of her eyes.

Her eyes were misty, and layers of tears appeared uncontrollably as she spoke. The tears slid down her cheeks one after another and fell to the ground.

Xiao Chengyou frowned slightly. He had rarely seen someone cry for him in his life, but Fu Ling's appearance at this moment was deeply etched in his mind.

He wanted to raise his hand to wipe away the tears from Fu Ling's eyes, but he didn't have any strength.

Xiao Chengyou's consciousness gradually faded, and he could only see Fu Ling's slender body trembling slightly, standing stubbornly in the center of the crowd.

Her pale lips moved.

"I come."