The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

(Imaginary Dynasty: The Sinister Prince x Ugly Slave)

In winter, the red plum blossoms that were shivering in the wind were weighed down by the frost and snow and drooped from the branches. The birds that went out to find food in the wind and snow seemed to be starving and actually pecked at the unopened wintersweets as if they were red fruits.

After feeling 'cheated', the bird angrily stepped on the slender branch and flew away with its wings flapping.

Only the trembling dry branches of red plum blossoms were left, shaking off the accumulated snow, swaying sadly in the wind.

The snow fell even harder, with clumps of snowflakes floating across the green bricks and tiles, across the vermilion palace walls, and quietly landing on the long street outside the palace.

The carriage rolled over the frost-white road, leaving two parallel tracks on the deserted street in winter.

A carriage made of mahogany and carefully carved and decorated by skilled craftsmen was moving forward on the road. The necklaces and bells adorned on the four corners of the wooden eaves of the carriage jingled as the carriage swayed, making an unusually crisp sound in this quiet street.

The windproof curtain inside was opened by a bare hand, revealing only a corner of the square window frame, mixed with the flying snow that drifted into the car. A pair of narrow eyes with upturned ink-colored eye tails appeared from a corner of the window frame.

"Brother Zhu, this is the dog emperor's second son, Crown Prince Ling Wang!" In the distance, behind a half-open window in a corner of the attic, several men who looked like swordsmen were spying through the window made of bright paper at the slowly approaching carriages and horses below. Among them, the one with a full beard was very excited and was slapping the window frame with his rough big hands that had been used for years of holding knives, full of resentment.

"Old He, keep quiet, so as not to alarm the other party." Another young man with tied hair lowered his voice to alert the bearded man.

Turning around, the man looked at the person standing by the window holding a bow and arrow.

"Brother Zhu, are you sure? The secret letter that our sect obtained this time was not easy to come by. If we can shoot the prince to death in one fell swoop, it will greatly reduce the threat to the You family's royal family."

Unfortunately, the prince who regarded human life as worthless was traveling on a route that was not suitable for close combat. The Qinghe sect had been suppressed by the imperial court in recent years and had become scattered.

Although they have a secret communication network to transmit messages, it is not easy to gather all the contacts in a short period of time. However, this opportunity is rare, so they must give it a try.

If not, the chances of success of this trip could be improved by at least 30%.

"I... am not good at archery." The man in black standing by the window had a half black mask on the left cheek, with only one side of his handsome face revealed to the public. He lowered his voice very low, and under his eyelashes covered with falling snow, his dark pupils stared at the carriage moving forward below.

The hand holding the arrow pressed so hard that the knuckles turned white.

"Brother Zhu, don't be modest. Although you are a swordsman, when it comes to archery, you are also the best." The bearded man spoke in a deep voice, stroking his long beard while observing the carriages and horses below.

"…It's coming." The man with tied hair leaned against the window frame and peeked in, signaling the big man to be quiet.

The carriage stopped at the main entrance of an inn, as if to receive some official who had returned from afar. Several officials came out of the inn and kowtowed to pay their respects.

These inside stories were unknown to the few people, but the opportunity could not be missed, so the three of them held their breath and looked downstairs.

"Your Highness, we're here." The guard standing outside the carriage whispered a reminder, bending down with unusual respect to open the door curtain for the people inside.

Dark blue cloth embroidered with gold threads was pulled up from both sides, and the people sitting in the carriage appeared in the sight of the people who were constantly peeping from a distance through the wind and snow.

The person in the car was wearing very thin clothes, with a dark-colored robe loosely draped over his shoulders, revealing his light-colored inner garment and his frosty white skin exposed to the cold wind.

A strand of black hair was falling on the side of her neck with the wind, brushing across her collarbone under her loose collar.

A piece of silk necklace hanging from the car door blocked most of the naked eye, and the people in the attic were standing too high, so this was not a suitable shooting angle.

The man in black moved his gaze away from the exposed red lips of the person in the car, held the bow and arrow in his hand, adjusted the angle, and waited quietly for the person in the car to get out.

"Jiang Ya." The cold tone was even more harsh than the flying snow.

The prince in the carriage raised his hand and called the attendant on the side. The attendant immediately understood, held up an oil-paper umbrella with one hand, bent over and raised his right arm for his master to support.

He stretched out his hand from his wide sleeves and placed it on the attendant's arm, which was wrapped in a wrist guard.

You Mu stood up in the car, lifted the tassel on his head, and got out of the car sideways.

Her hair was loosely tied to the back of her head, and as she moved, it hung down like a waterfall. Her loose clothes opened the collar wider, and a few flakes of snow avoided the umbrella brim and fell on her neck.

"Hurry, it's now!" Upstairs, the man with tied hair felt that the time was ripe and urged.

Just as the man in black was about to release the arrow, the person under the umbrella seemed to sense something. He turned his head towards the wind, his hair flying, and his narrow eyebrows raised, meeting the gaze of the man in black.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the hatred in the black-clothed man's heart seemed to be frozen by the wind and snow between the two of them. His hand trembled, and the sharp arrow was released, but it deviated from its original trajectory due to a slight gap.

The tip of the arrow broke through the air, rushed out of the snow curtain, passed through You Mu's profile through the air, took away a few strands of hair, broke through the oil-paper umbrella in the servant's hand, and pierced straight into the wooden stake at the door of the post station.

"Enemy attack! Protect His Highness!" Jiang Ya drew his sword and immediately protected his master. The rest of the officers stood up, surrounded the prince, and kept a vigilant eye on their surroundings.

On the attic, seeing that the attack failed, the man with tied hair felt regretful, but he also knew that it was not suitable to stay here for long, so he immediately said: "Brother Zhu, throw away the bow and arrow, let's retreat."

"Whoosh!"

Just as they were about to retreat, an arrow shot from below, pierced through the window paper and pierced into the roof beam of the attic, followed by more arrows breaking through the air.

The three men realized that their position was exposed, so they retreated immediately and met up with their allies a few streets behind.

After a fight with the officers and soldiers who were chasing them, they successfully broke free and returned to the Tofu Mill, the place where the believers were hiding.

"Oh, those lackeys of the imperial court are really difficult to deal with, but fortunately Brother Zhu is with us, so it didn't take much effort to deal with them." Bearded Lao He pushed open the back door of the mill and turned back to talk to the two men.

The wooden door was pushed open with a creaky sound, but what greeted the three people was not a group of believers, but a sharp sword shining with light.

The sword blade was pointing directly at his throat. Lao He did not dare to move. He tilted his neck and looked with the corner of his eye. Behind the other two people, a large number of soldiers with knives appeared.

"My dear masters, let's talk it over nicely... Is there any misunderstanding..." The man with tied-up hair dropped his sword with a bang, spread his hands and tried to reason, and signaled the half-faced man in black beside him to take action when the opportunity arose.

Since they were able to ambush in the stronghold, they knew that other brothers in the church might be in great danger. Right now, they could only take care of their own lives.

You have to stay alive first before you can think of ways to save your brothers.

"Shut up!" The leader of the palace soldiers did not give them room to fight back. He threw a handful of sleeping pills at them, knocking all three of them unconscious.

As if frightened by the soldiers' behavior, the man with tied hair inhaled the powder and fainted with a look of surprise.

"Your Highness is indeed as good as a god. This Bai Qi is the most dishonest."

After kicking the fallen person, the man who looked like a consul brought his men and took away the Qinghe Sect prisoners.

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The law wanted to use Yi Ming to kill You Mu from the very beginning and deliberately guide his resentment. The Heavenly Dao was anxious outside, but the background of the story had been set, so it could only do some work on the details.