Prince! The political conspiracy is not a play, the show is real

Chapter 133 Great, You're Not Dead

A moment later, Song Zhishou also arrived.

When Song Zhishou arrived, he saw that the new clothes Chu Huanjun had just changed into had been torn into a torn shirt of a completely different style, and the torn fabrics had been used as bandages to wrap around a man who was leaning against a tree covered in blood.

Besides, there was a woman lying on the muddy ground. Based on the faintly visible peach-pink skirt she was wearing, Song Zhishou quickly recognized it as Shi Taoyao, even though her face was covered in mud and blood, and her features were no longer visible.

As soon as Song Zhishou took one foot off the mule, Chu Huanjun quickly picked up the man lying under the tree and stuffed him into his arms, complaining, "Why are you taking so long?"

Song Zhishou finally saw clearly that the man was Lu Che. Although Chu Huanjun had bandaged him like a mummy with cloth, he could still vaguely see the hundreds of wounds on his body.

Song Zhishou was astonished. What on earth had Lu Che done to cause Zuo Tang to harbor such hatred? Taking his life wasn't enough; he even resorted to such brutal and inhumane punishment.

"He has many wounds on his body. We need to send him back to Qingshui Town and ask Cheng Tianshui to treat him."

While Chu Huanjun was giving instructions to Song Zhishou, he went to rescue Tao Yao who had fainted in the mudflat.

"Oh, be careful, lest his wounds tear open again." Chu Huanjun added, "Right now, all I can do is bandage him up and stop the bleeding. He's already lost a lot of blood, and if he continues to bleed, I don't know if he can survive."

Song Zhishou nodded and looked at Tao Yao, who was in Chu Huanjun's arms. She looked pale and didn't look any better.

"Your Highness, how is Miss Shi Er?" Song Zhishou asked.

Chu Huanjun used his fingers to check Tao Yao's neck temperature, then opened her eyelids to check, and said, "She's fine, she just fainted from shock. Let's go, we can't waste her life."

Song Zhishou was stunned for a moment, feeling a little dazed, and suspected that he had heard something wrong.

The words "human life cannot be wasted" actually came out of Chu Huanjun's mouth one day.

This Tao Yao is indeed extraordinary, making Chu Huanjun seem like a completely different person. Song Zhishou thought so as he carefully carried Lu Che onto the mule's back.

Looking at the pale face of the young man in front of him, Song Zhishou's suspicions grew even heavier. He asked to himself, "What are your origins?"

——Lu Che naturally couldn’t answer him.

In short, the person Chu Huanjun ordered to be rescued with all possible efforts must not be an insignificant person.

Time was running out, and Song Zhishou hurriedly drove the mule to chase Chu Huanjun. Although it was Lu Che who was obviously more seriously injured, Chu Huanjun was obviously more worried about the Second Miss Shi. He rushed forward like a flash of lightning and could not afford to delay for even a minute.

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Tao Yao felt like she was trapped in a very long dream.

In her dream, everything that happened in the teahouse replayed itself. The driver Zhang's long knife was pressed against her waist and back, icy cold.

Lu Che fell right in front of her, in a pool of blood.

Tao Yao couldn't imagine what it would feel like if a knife as long as Zhang's really pierced her body.

She didn't dare to guess what those hateful people had done to Lu Che, leaving so many deep wounds on his body and torturing him to death.

How painful must Lu Che have felt when they executed him? Yet, he persevered, holding on until she appeared before him.

Tao Yao knew Lu Che would be unwilling to give up. He clearly still had a long, long way to go. He was the person in the world least afraid of hardship or fatigue, even if the ideal life he had planned for himself ended in death—giving his life for revenge for his people.

Even if it is such a road, he is willing to continue walking on it and will never be willing to stop there.

In this dream, Tao Yao caught the cold blade with her bare hands countless times, and stabbed Zuo Qiu's chest countless times with the blade that hurt her.

But the enemy was right in front of her, but she couldn't kill him; the person she wanted to save was also right in front of her, but she couldn't save him either.

This scenario played out thousands of times, and Tao Yao felt like she was stuck, helpless. She couldn't stop the enemy's long sword, she couldn't save the lives of her family and friends, she couldn't resist the trajectory of fate.

When Tao Yao woke up, she couldn't even tell whether it was reality or a dream. She only vaguely felt her body burning hot. A hand, which was much cooler than her body temperature, was gently holding her hand, stroking her finger bones from time to time.

She had a splitting headache and felt as if her head weighed a thousand pounds, pulling her neck down with it.

The bloody odor she had smelled earlier in the teahouse attic suddenly surged into her nose again. Tao Yao suddenly felt a churning in her stomach, a sour taste in her throat, and she began to cough uncontrollably.

The soft and cool hand immediately touched her back and patted it gently and rhythmically.

A familiar voice came to my ears - it was Chu Huanjun's voice.

"Great, you're not dead."

His tone sounded very relieved and happy, but the content of his words was probably not really warm.

Tao Yao subconsciously reached out and grabbed Chu Huanjun's hand, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

“Help…Help…Help…”

Tao Yao's cracked lips moved up and down, and a string of notes with strange intonations came out of her throat.

Chu Huanjun listened carefully for a long while before he could discern what she was saying. He said softly, "Don't worry, you and that Lu Che are lucky and both are still alive."

Tao Yao breathed a sigh of relief, and the little strength he had managed to muster vanished in an instant. The hand that was holding Chu Huanjun lost its strength and was about to slip from his grasp, but Chu Huanjun quickly pulled it back and held it firmly in his palm.

Seeing Tao Yao's face gradually regain its rosy complexion after waking up, Chu Huanjun finally felt relieved. He brought nearly fifty basins of hot water to clean the blood and mud from Tao Yao's body and hair. Taking advantage of this time, he also carefully examined Tao Yao's body.

Fortunately, she was strong-willed and did not suffer serious injuries. There was only a long and deep cut on her palm. Fortunately, Chu Huanjun brought the best gold medicine in the palace on this trip, which came in handy at this time. However, the cut would probably leave a scar.

He didn't care about the scar, but he was worried about Tao Yao. As long as the scar remained on her body, it would haunt her like a nightmare, and he was very worried.