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Chu Zhao was thinking about A'ao and didn't pay attention to anyone else. He hurriedly and slowly returned to Qionghuayuan.

At the entrance of the courtyard, Qingyu was standing there looking out. When she saw Chu Zhao coming back, she finally let go of her worries that she had been raising for a long time.

"Thank God, the princess is finally back." She said as she ran over to hug Chu Zhao, "I heard that the prince took the princess to the front yard, but is it true?"

"Yeah." Chu Zhao didn't bother to talk to her in detail and asked directly, "How is A'ao?"

"He..." Qingyu scratched her head and said, "He is quite strange. I can't tell whether it is good or bad."

"What's this word?" Chu Zhao was confused and followed her to the wing of the west wing. Since he didn't see the red ribbon, he asked casually, "Where's the red ribbon?"

"Hongxiao just went to Rong'an Hall." Qingyu replied, "She was worried about the princess and said she wanted to talk to the old lady."

"Where will the old lady be alarmed?" Chu Zhao said, "Go and chase her back."

"Yes." Qingyu agreed and ran away quickly.

Chu Zhao saw her running away, then opened the door of the penthouse and walked in.

On the bed, Aao lay there quietly, staring at the roof motionless, as if he had lost his breath.

Chu Zhao felt nervous and hurriedly walked to the bed and called him: "A'ao, what's wrong with you?"

Upon hearing this call, A'ao immediately turned his head to look towards her, and his absent-minded eyes immediately lit up.

"Princess, are you back?" He struggled to get up.

"Don't move." Chu Zhao bent down and pressed him back, saying softly, "Lie well and tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

The young man's eyes were red and he slowly shook his head: "I'm fine. The princess has been gone for so long. Has the prince made things difficult for you again?"

"No, he needs my help, why would he embarrass me? Don't think blindly." Chu Zhao sat down on the edge of the bed, reached out to lift his quilt, and gently pressed on his chest and abdomen, "Where is the injury? It hurts." Doesn’t it hurt?”

"It doesn't hurt anymore." A'ao asked again, "Did the prince really not make things difficult for you?"

"Really not, when have I ever lied to you?" Chu Zhao said.

A'ao felt relieved and said cautiously: "Can the slave really stay here with the princess to recuperate?"

"Of course, the prince personally promised it, and he will not go back on it." Chu Zhao said, "I will prescribe some medicine for you later, and you can take care of it with peace of mind."

"Yes." Ah Ao responded obediently, the corners of his lips rising unconsciously.

"Are you laughing?" Chu Zhao asked strangely, "Why are you laughing when you are injured like this?"

The curve of the young man's lips became more and more obvious: "As long as I can be with the princess, this slave's kick is worth it."

Chu Zhao was stunned, looking into his wet puppy-like black eyes, feeling a little moved in his heart.

"A'ao, do you really want to follow me?"

"Yes." A'ao nodded and said solemnly, "The princess saved the slave's life. The slave's life belongs to the princess. The slave is willing to follow the princess all his life and live and die with her."

Chu Zhao stared at him for a long time and then said: "A'ao, you are still young, and you may not understand yet. Promises are the most precious and heaviest things in the world. You cannot make them casually just because of impulse."

"My servant is not impulsive, and I don't say anything casually. I am willing to obey the princess and follow her to the death. I ask her to fulfill my wish."

Aao struggled to get out of bed and bow down to Chu Zhao, but Chu Zhao reached out to stop him.

"Okay, I understand what you mean." Chu Zhao said, "You must take good care of yourself before you can listen to my orders, right?"

"Princess agreed?" A'ao looked at her in disbelief, his dark eyes instantly brightening like stars.

"Well, you win." Chu Zhao smiled and rubbed his head.

The young man blushed slightly and gave her a shy smile.

……

Later, when the man in the dark room woke up, Murong Xiao sent Beiyuan to pick up Chu Zhao for follow-up consultation.

Chu Zhao was surprised by the man's tenacious vitality. He checked his pulse and prescribed a prescription. The rest was to let him rest in bed.

When the man first met Chu Zhao, he was startled by her dark complexion. Later he saw that she was calm and graceful, and his attitude toward her became respectful.

Chu Zhao had no intention of prying into Murong Xiao's secret, but because he remembered the words he heard in the teahouse before, he casually asked the man about the situation outside and the situation in various places along the way.

The man was very alert and only answered vaguely that it was not peaceful outside and there were many bandits on the road. He also said that his arrow wound was caused by bandits.

Seeing that he refused to say anything, Chu Zhao didn't ask any more questions, gave some instructions and left.

Murong Xiao sent her to the door, thanked her for her hard work for the first time, and ordered Beiyuan to send her back.

Except for talking more in front of Murong Xiao, Beiyuan was a taciturn young man with facial paralysis at other times. Chu Zhao met him a few times, and he basically said nothing except "yes".

Chu Zhao tried to trick him several times, but he ignored it like a deaf-mute.

Hey, what are you doing? It's not as good as my A'ao.Chu Zhao secretly cursed.

But this guy looked like he was very good at kung fu. Chu Zhao thought that she would also teach Ah Ao how to learn kung fu, swords, guns, swords, halberds, bows and arrows, and anything he wanted to learn.

When this thought came up, Chu Zhao suddenly stopped and realized belatedly that he was good at kung fu.

As for where this skill came from, she had no impression, but she was certain that Chu Zhao could not do it before.

If she could, it would not have been the hero Murong Xiao's turn to save the beauty when she encountered bandits on the road half a year ago.

"What's wrong with the princess?" Beiyuan asked when he saw her suddenly stopping.

"It's okay." Chu Zhao waved his hand and said, "You can go back first. I want to walk the rest of the way by myself."

"No." Beiyuan simply rejected her request.

"Why not? There are still a few steps to get there." Chu Zhao said, "Don't be too rigid in your life. A rigid man cannot find a wife."

Beiyuan had a wooden face and remained unmoved.

Chu Zhao added: "If you don't leave, I will match you with a maid as your wife tomorrow. You have seen how the prince treats me now. He will definitely not object to my words."

"..." Beiyuan twitched the corner of his mouth, gave her the lantern, and disappeared in a flash.

Chu Zhao laughed, and the Xiangfei bamboo beside the corridor rustled in the night wind. She casually broke off a bamboo branch, blew out the lantern, closed her eyes and meditated for a moment in the darkness, and slowly danced a set of sword skills.

Her body has not yet fully recovered, and her sword dance is not very powerful, but each move is smooth and flowing, as if it is engraved in her bones and blood, and there is nothing unfamiliar about it.

Chu Zhao stopped. At this moment, she was absolutely sure that she was not the original Chu Zhao.

She is someone else.

This realization made her feel horrified, and she got goosebumps in the dark.

Who is she?

Who is she?

Why would she live in someone else's body?

A gust of night wind blew up, sending chills down her back. She held the bamboo branch and walked towards Qionghuayuan in the dark.

When he was approaching Qionghuayuan, Chu Zhao vaguely felt like there was someone following behind him.

At first she thought Beiyuan was worried about her, so she followed her silently. Just when she was wondering if Beiyuan had noticed her dancing the sword, she heard a very slight sound of a sword being unsheathed.