The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

"Go and get a set of clothes. You've delayed the time and displeased His Highness. How many heads do you have left to chop off?" They were all spies planted in the Eastern Palace. Jiang Ya always showed his usual arrogant attitude towards outsiders as a master and servant. He rebuked the eunuchs sarcastically.

"Yes." The young eunuchs couldn't afford to offend him, so they presented the clothes stored on the side to Jiang Ya as his face gloomy.

"Put it on and follow me to see His Highness."

Lin Zhu took the clothes and went to the cubicle to change.

"As for you...you neglected your duties and treated servants harshly. You will be fined three months' salary and each go to the consulate hall to receive a fine of ten boards." Jiang Ya gave the order and led Lin Zhu away.

The remaining eunuchs looked at each other in bewilderment. Instead of waiting for the punishment for the naughty slave, they were punished instead.

"Eunuch Li, this..."

"Okay... let's go and get our punishment!"

"Who the hell is Jiang Ya? He's just a lackey of the prince. Even if he is released from three years of confinement, how long can the prince be proud of it? Isn't His Royal Highness Prince Yu the most favored by the emperor now? Wait for His Royal Highness Prince Yu..." Eunuch Li held his waist which was injured by Lin Zhu, gnashed his teeth in anger, whispered, and walked out with a few young eunuchs.

It was a bit cold in the corridor. The wind and snow had stopped, and a thick layer of snow had accumulated on the ground.

The snowy night was bright, and the hatred and stubbornness in Lin Zhu's eyes were clearly visible. Without His Highness's permission, Jiang Ya could not say anything more. After sighing secretly, he warned:

"Go ahead. Your Highness doesn't like people prying at you. Keep your head down and don't think about anything else."

Handing over the golden wine pot in his hand, Jiang Ya pushed Lin Zhu, who had a straight back, into the room.

The heavy windshield was lifted, and the breeze brought in with a bit of frost and snow. A small piece of snow-white fell on the red-burning charcoal, making a slight sound and disappearing immediately.

Lin Zhu took a deep breath, thinking of his friend who was detained by the other party, and suppressed his unnecessary emotions.

In the room, the prince was writing down scriptures at his desk, still wearing a thin, light-colored garment, which made his skin look too pale. He seemed to feel the temperature was too hot, so he opened his garment to reveal a little flesh.

Following Jiang Ya's instructions, Lin Zhu lowered his head and did not look up again when he entered the room.

But based on Lin Zhu's normal physical sensation, the charcoal fire in the room seemed to be insufficient to provide the temperature of the study.

"...Master." The tone was stiff and not willing.

He approached silently with the wine jug in hand. Lin Zhu stood to one side and called out with his head down.

The prince was sitting at the desk, writing word by word in an elegant handwriting without his pupils moving. The only sounds in the room were the rustling of paper and the occasional sound of charcoal sparks popping.

Pursing his lips in silence, Lin Zhu stood stiffly with his head down, holding the tray.

"Pour the wine." After a while, the prince spoke in a sharp voice. He glanced at the man with a straight back and frowned.

The clear liquid in the wine pot flowed slowly, and a small cup of warm wine was filled, and Lin Zhu handed it over.

This time he did not wait in vain. The wine glass handed over to him was picked up by a warm hand. Somewhat surprised by the other party's unusual body temperature, Lin Zhu lowered his hand, trying hard to restrain the seeds of resentment, and did not think too much about it.

"It's hot..."

You Mu touched the wine glass to his lips. The slightly hot temperature was not the cold wine he usually drank. His eyes moved and he glanced sideways at Lin Zhu, who was still standing straight like a green mountain or pine tree.

With a flip of his wrist, a glass of wine spilled directly onto Lin Zhu's face.

"Your Majesty!"

He tilted his head to avoid the still hot wine, and knelt down with difficulty amid the man's scolding.

His teeth were clenched, and his full of courage seemed to be a good excuse for the other party to punish him. He kicked him on the shoulder. Lin Zhu swayed his body, but then he steadied himself.

Lin Zhu clenched his hands tightly between his legs, suppressing the urge to resist. His chest rose and fell, but he could only endure it.

His jaw was suddenly clenched, the distance suddenly shortened, and the other person's face enlarged in front of him.

Lin Zhu was stunned for a moment, and didn't have time to hide the emotions in his eyes, and was caught by the other party.

He saw a strange sneer on the familiar face opposite him. The eyes that once contained countless stars when looking at him now could not reveal a single light. They were pitch black, full of haze and darkness.

"Achou, if you can't learn to conceal your emotions, I can help you dig out these eyes." The cold voice was harsh. Lin Zhu could not help but shiver and blinked his eyelashes several times to suppress the tears that almost overflowed from his eyes.

His thoughts were once again brought back to the present. Lin Zhu shook off the other person's hand and retorted angrily:

"...Then Your Highness the Crown Prince can go ahead and dig it out." Anyway, he had lost everything long ago and there was nothing left.

This life doesn't matter whether it's life or death, I live only for revenge.

"It doesn't matter if you want to kill me. I'm not the first wronged soul killed by the prince's sword... But before I die, I will definitely..." Lin Zhu raised his head and looked directly at the person in front of him, looking into the other's opaque pupils and seeing the surging hatred in his own eyes reflected there.

His neck suddenly tightened and breathing became difficult. Lin Zhu opened his mouth to breathe and subconsciously reached out to grab the other person's wrist.

The two sides confronted each other, and finally, the prince pried open Lin Zhu's hands with a gloomy face and released the other's neck.

A sharp arrow pierced the window, and the prince kicked Lin Zhu, who was lying on the side gasping for breath, away to avoid the attack. Then, more sharp swords shot at him.

There was a sudden commotion outside; shouts and the sounds of swords and guns clashing could be heard through the door curtain.

Realizing that it was an enemy attack, Lin Zhu stood up and subconsciously looked at the prince, but the prince just waved his wrinkled sleeves, returned to the couch and sat down quietly, drinking from the narrow-mouthed pot.

An arrow flew in and landed on the hem of the opponent's clothes, but he didn't even move an eyebrow.

The arrows were so dense at the beginning that the curtains on the windows and doors were almost all torn apart. Then there were sounds of fighting, and the guards of the East Palace seemed to have killed the attackers on the snowy night.

Lin Zhu stood to one side, his fingertips trembling slightly, and he did not move in silence.

"Your Highness, I am late. Are you hurt?" Jiang Ya put away his sword, hurriedly opened the curtain and walked in. He walked quickly and whispered in a low voice, "His Majesty and Prince Yu are coming to you."

Throwing away the wine jug, You Mu stood up, straightened his clothes, and picked up the whip from the wooden rack on the side.

The whip tail is wrapped around the hand and bent left and right. This precisely woven object is extremely flexible, yet has weight and strength. It feels substantial just by holding it in the hand.

Unleashing the long whip, You Mu tilted his head and asked, "Did you catch anyone alive?"

"Three. Jiang Feng has already taken the people to the dungeon." Jiang Ya lowered his head and reported.

Turning around, the whip flew through the air and hit the ground, with the tail of the whip landing at Lin Zhu's feet.

"Kneel down."

These words were directed at him, and Lin Zhu knew that this was an attempt to hold him accountable for his indifferent attitude just now.

His face was cold, he lifted his robe, knelt down, and did as he was told.

"Snapped!"

A whip was swung on the back without any restraint. Lin Zhu's back immediately felt burning, and it was the stinging pain of the skin being whipped and broken.

But he still remained stubborn and held on, refusing to give in.

"A dog that doesn't know how to protect its master should be taught a lesson."

The leather weapons fell on the flesh, making dull sounds. The whips fell one after another. Even Jiang Ya couldn't bear to watch it. He spoke out to dissuade them, accusing them of overstepping their authority.

"You just need to admit your mistake and beg for mercy from His Highness, and you'll be fine."

The person kneeling below just pressed his lips into a straight line, trying hard to hold back the cry of pain, not wanting to let out even a single sound.

"Hey, Your Highness, what's going on?"

The eunuch beside the emperor lifted the door curtain that was full of scratches and revealed the cotton wool, and saw You Mu beating a servant. He was frightened by the waving whip.

Fearing that the prince inside might accidentally whip His Majesty, the chief eunuch quickly spoke out to remind him.

Hearing the voice, You Mu indeed threw away his whip, turned around, and kowtowed to the emperor who had come late at night.

"May the Emperor be well and safe."

"Mu'er is doing this? What mistake did this palace servant make that makes him so angry?" Emperor Chen was in his middle age, but his majesty was still as strong as ever. He walked along and watched the scene of the attack on the East Palace, with doubt in his eyes.