The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

"Snapped!"

A slap knocked Lin Zhu's cheek off balance. The prince, who was originally in a good mood, looked gloomy and stared at Lin Zhu below with an ambiguous look.

You Mu raised his hand and spread it to one side. Jiang Ya beside him understood and respectfully put a vermilion pill over to him.

Twisting the pill between his fingertips, he exerted force to open the man's jaw, making sure that the pill was swallowed and dissolved in the throat before closing it.

Lin Zhu's eyes were bloodshot, and he opened his mouth and bit the fingertips pressing on his lips, leaving a mark from his teeth, and then he was slapped with force again.

"Your Highness, this man is stubborn and incorrigible, and I'm afraid he might hurt you..." Jiang Feng kicked the murderer Lin Zhu to the ground, holding a long sword in his hand, ready to chop into the air.

"Jiang Feng!" On the side, his brother Jiang Ya spoke out to stop him, met his younger brother's gaze, glanced at Lin Zhu who was kicked to the point of vomiting blood, and shook his head at him imperceptibly.

Jiang Feng didn't understand what he meant, but he knew that it was his brother's obstruction, so he left in anger.

"It's okay. I haven't tamed a hunting dog yet. I heard that this kind of wild animal is very difficult to tame. In the beginning, some blood is inevitable." Raising his hand and waving it, You Mu wiped the bleeding wound with his fingertips and didn't care.

He stood up and walked to Lin Zhu, who was lying on the ground. He stepped on him, and the blood stuck in his throat was squeezed out.

He turned his head and spat out a pool of blood. Lin Zhu raised his bloodshot eyes, and his chest was filled with resentment and humiliation.

"You have taken poison, so you need to get the antidote from Jiang Ya regularly. Also, if you want your friends to be safe, you should know what to do."

"Or do I need to kill one in front of you?"

Seeing that the other party's expression was still arrogant, You Mu picked up the sword, stepped away from the other party's chest, and walked towards the wooden railing.

"do not want!"

The man who had collapsed to the ground, his ankle being grabbed, struggled to get up and intercept You Mu's movements.

"Figured out?"

"...Your Highness...please atone your sins." Lin Zhu raised his head. Even if he was unwilling, he had to say something against his will for those innocent people.

The repression was evident in his eyes, and he tried his best to suppress it, lowering his head to the enemy in front of him.

"You're wrong! As a slave, what should I call you?" You Mu squatted down and stretched out his hand to pinch the other's chin, with an attitude no different from training a hound.

Lin Zhu closed his eyes as his fingertips turned white from being pressed down, knowing that he shouldn't act on impulse at this moment.

"……master."

"Pa!" Another slap came.

“…Master, Master.”

The prince finally responded, and reached out his hand to gently stroke the other's head. His movements were gentle and slow. His gloomy expression suddenly softened, and he smiled softly, "Although you are a little ugly, you have a strong character. From now on, when you are around me, you will be called Ah Chou."

"Jiang Ya, ask someone to take him to wash and change clothes."

The fingertips pressing on the side of her face withdrew, and she slowly left this simple place with the hem of her clothes carrying a familiar cold fragrance.

All the strength in Lin Zhu's body was drained away, and he collapsed to the ground again.

His eyes were filled with mist, he was clearly being humiliated, he knew that the other person had changed, but when the hand fell on his head, he still thought of the past...

Prince brother, why...why...

In the study, the fire in the cage was burning brightly, and the light shining through the gauze screen filled the room with warm light.

He stood in front of the desk with a pen in hand, writing wild words. Jiang Ya served beside him, grinding ink with his head down. Jiang Feng stood by the table, reporting the situation of the Qinghe believers.

"Those who couldn't bear the punishment begged for surrender. However, there were two who were particularly stubborn. They were the villains who had just tried to assassinate Your Highness with Lin Zhu. One was the bearded He Fang, and the other was the frail scholar-like Bai Qi."

"Your Highness, do you want to kill him directly?" Jiang Feng asked, looking up at the face of his master above.

Putting down the pen, You Mu dried the few lines of words on the letter by candlelight, then folded them and put them into a slightly old-fashioned embroidered purse.

He raised his hand and threw the green purse to Jiang Feng.

"There is no need to defend the East Palace tonight. Contact the leader Yang of the Qinghe Sect and give this thing to Yang Ciyu. He will naturally know what to choose."

"As for the remaining two, I still have use for them, so I'll keep them locked up for now."

"Yes." Jiang Feng took the order and left.

Lifting his sleeves and raising his hand to rinse the ink off the tip of the pen, You Mu took a clean piece of rice paper, re-dipped the tip of the pen with ink, and began to paint.

On one side, Jiang Ya, who was quietly grinding ink, saw that no one was in the room. His eyes flickered slightly, and he spoke without authorization: "Your Highness, do you want to send him away? He is full of hatred now, and I am afraid he has evil intentions..."

"Tick."

A drop of ink dripped from the tip of the brush and landed on the ink plum blossom that had already taken shape. The shape and charm of the newly drawn flower bud were destroyed by the ink splashing on it.

Putting down the brush, You Mu lowered his eyes, reached out and tore up the entire painting, then crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can on the side.

"Your Highness, please forgive me." Upon seeing this, Jiang Ya knelt down and begged for mercy, then slowly stood up when the other party waved his hand casually.

Your Mu's rare interest in painting was interrupted. He lost interest and turned around to walk to a low table at the side, reaching out to touch the red plum blossoms that still had a sweet fragrance.

"…He should hate me."

After a while, Jiang Ya, who was standing at one side, heard His Highness say this. He also had a sad look in his eyes, but he stopped talking and stood quietly at the side.

"Banshalang has become quite famous in the past six months. It will be of no benefit to him if we let him go rashly... Let's wait for some time. Also, bring up the diluted wine."

"Your Highness, you can't drink anymore..." Jiang Ya couldn't help but dissuade him reluctantly, but he lowered his head and kept silent under the cold gaze of His Highness.

"You are going backwards as you grow older." You Mu picked a plum blossom and put it to his nose and sniffed it. The cold fragrance mixed with the chill made his inexplicably depressed mood slightly better.

"I deserve to die!" After crossing the line for the second time, Jiang Ya fell to his knees and kowtowed to apologize.

After all, he was a close attendant who had been with him since childhood. You Mu was well aware of his subordinates' loyalty and admonitions, so he did not blame Jiang Ya too much for crossing the line. He just uttered the word "get out" and did not pursue the matter any further.

"Yes." Jiang Ya left the study and did as he was told.

At this moment, in a side room in the Crown Prince's Mansion in the Eastern Palace, Lin Zhu, who was being forced to take a bath, had knocked down a group of servants. He was standing to one side with his upper body naked and wet, pursing his lips and saying nothing.

"You naughty slave, how dare you hurt Eunuch Li..." The young eunuch who fell to the ground held up his hat, helped the older eunuch on the side to stand up, pointed at Lin Zhu's nose and scolded him.

"I said, don't touch me!" Lin Zhu had nothing to wear as his old clothes were soaked. The mask that had been covering his face was taken away, and one side of his cheek was exposed to the air and everyone's sight.

He felt humiliated by the strange looks and ridicule from these servants along the way.

The palace servants had always been flattering the powerful and looking down on the weak. They thought that Lin Zhu was a criminal slave who was forced out of prison, so they looked down on him and treated him with contempt and neglect.

They didn't know how to control their strength of attack. They ran into a tough guy and kicked an iron bench. Fearing Lin Zhu's skills, the group of people confronted each other and were in a stalemate.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Jiang Ya appeared at the door. He looked around at the mess in the room and the people confronting each other inside, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

"Oh, Lord Jiang, this criminal is too arrogant. He beat us and our men until our whole bodies are sore. He is really vicious. You must stand up for us!" The leading eunuch saw Jiang Ya, rolled his eyes, and was the first to complain.

Lin Zhu stood stiffly beside the wooden barrel, watching the other party throw dirty water at him, still without saying a word.

In his opinion, these people are all in the same group and there is no difference between them.

Now that he had beaten the attendant in the prince's palace, he didn't know what kind of punishment he would receive. He would probably be severely punished, if not killed.

The other party was no longer the prince who treated him so well. When he threatened him with other people's lives, he should have understood that the Eastern Palace was no longer what he remembered.