The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

"It's okay, you can think about it slowly. If you figure it out..." Seeing the hesitation and fleeting resentment in the slave's eyes, Prince Yu was not anxious.

If he could find a helper, that would be great. If he couldn't, just randomly provoking him would be enough. This person was not as loyal as those dogs around You Mu. Even if he was persuaded to rebel, his use would be very limited.

As he was speaking, the iron door suddenly opened and a bloody smell rushed out from inside.

This time the prince did not get himself covered in blood, but the murderous aura around him made Prince Yu take a step back.

When he realized what was happening, he stopped moving, calmed himself, and felt a little frustrated at his unreasonable timidity.

"The detention of Lord Jiang has cut off my brother's lifeline? I didn't know that my brother is so poor? How come there are no servants in the mansion? Is he so stingy as to poach people from my East Palace?"

He threw the bloody dagger in his hand, and it hit Prince Yu right at his feet.

You Mu turned his head to glance at the slave beside Prince Yu. The other party was holding clothes. When he noticed his gaze, he lowered his head suddenly and came to his side.

The ugly slave slowly spread out the warm coat in his arms and put it on You Mu.

"Your Majesty, my brother, you have misunderstood. I just saw that the slave's face turned pale, so I just had good intentions and was considerate of the servant." These words made Prince Yu feel embarrassed.

But seeing the bloodshot eyes of You Mu, veins popping up on his forehead, and his mental state, Prince Yu felt really scared and didn't want to argue with him.

"Once he enters the Eastern Palace, he will be my thing. His life and death cannot be decided by him. Even my brother cannot decide."

With his fists clenched tightly under his wide sleeves, the condemned prisoner did not need to be chopped off, but only a little torture, and he confessed everything.

The prison was filled with the filth of the other party's incontinence. You Mu, who had just smelled some blood, could not stay there any longer. After writing down his confession, he walked out.

However, the anxiety in his body had not been completely vented. After smelling the blood, the irritability that had been suppressed for a while came back when he saw King Yu. He had suppressed it for too long in the past few days, and this time the fiery emotions burned his lungs and he was a little out of control.

But You Mu knew very well that at the moment, he could not kill Prince Yu.

Closing his eyes and enduring, You Mu walked past Prince Yu and informed Lord Yan of the prisoner's confession: "Lord Yan, the confessions are all copied and placed on the table. You can check them yourself."

After hearing those arrogant remarks, Prince Yu's face suddenly darkened, but before Prince Yu could vent his anger, You Mu left quickly, not giving him a chance to continue talking.

After hearing the confession, Lord Yan, who had been expressionless, suddenly perked up. He didn't care what Prince Yu said and just followed what the other party said to investigate.

The confession was very complete, written by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince himself, and was extremely clear, which made Lord Yan think more highly of it.

However, when he turned around and saw the prisoner trembling in pain on the cross, and saw the wound on his left arm, Lord Yan couldn't help but shudder and withdrew his admiration for the prince.

The prisoner's arm was completely disabled. Blood oozed out in streaks of blood, dripping down his drooping arm to his feet.

The wound looked very much like the cuts made by workers with knives on the crispy dates grown in autumn to prepare for the winter when they were made into candied fruits. The cuts were so deep that the cores were visible.

The knife edges were extremely thin and neatly arranged, falling on the skin one by one, tearing open all the flesh and blood tissue and fascia inside. The pain can be imagined.

Just by looking at it, Lord Yan took a deep breath.

However... the prison could learn from this method of torturing people.

You Mu got on the carriage quickly and did not stay any longer, wanting to return to the East Palace as soon as possible.

Inside the carriage, that emotion still lingered. After meeting Prince Yu, the memories that had been suppressed in his mind loosened, causing You Mu to think of his imprisonment in the Eastern Palace, the death of his mother, and Zi Chai's unjust death...

The hatred that was easily suppressed in the past surged up many times over, bringing out more irrational thoughts.

Shaking his head to suppress the extra noise and tinnitus in his mind, You Mu looked at Lou Jian on the side and ordered, "Knock me out."

"Brother?" Seeing that the prince was in an unstable mood, these symptoms seemed to gradually fit with his own guesses.

But when it comes to taking action, he seems hesitant.

"If you don't want to get hurt, knock me out, quickly!" His chest was suddenly hot, and his mind was not clear at all. You Mu felt that his consciousness was gradually being submerged.

Fearing that he might go crazy and do something uncontrollable, You Mu whispered to Lou Jian to hurry up.

After a moment of silence, Lou Jian suddenly hugged the trembling person, gently stroked his back, and whispered in his ear:

"…It's okay, brother, it's okay, I'm here, it's okay."

His head was pressed against the side of Lou Jian's neck. The symptoms of the illness became more and more severe, as if insects, snakes, rats and ants had drilled into his bones, rustling and gnawing all over his body.

Maintaining sanity is an extremely difficult thing. He could have let it go and gone crazy, but with A Jian by his side, he was afraid that he would lose his sanity and do something irreparable.

Supporting the only bit of energy left, the panicked consciousness mixed with noisy sounds kept echoing in his mind. Unable to bear the torture, You Mu bit Lou Jian's shoulder until he tasted blood again in his mouth, and the indescribable pain and itching finally subsided from his bones and blood.

Feeling weak all over, You Mu fell into Lou Jian's arms. As a side effect of his efforts to suppress the emotions, he was still having spasms all over his body.

His rapid breathing eased a little, and after a long while, You Mu asked in a hoarse voice:

"...Does it hurt?" The smell of blood between his lips and teeth was still strong. Just by looking at him, Lou Jian's shoulders were wet.

Before the old wounds were fully healed, new ones appeared.

This palace is not as safe and comfortable as the martial arts world where he originally lived.

Lou Jian lowered her head and rubbed You Mu's forehead, hugged him tightly, and whispered: "A little, just a little, it's okay, brother."

Those days in the past must have been very difficult for the other party. Lou Jian only saw the tip of the iceberg in less than a month, and she felt heartbroken.

Lou Jian, who was already in her twenties and no longer a child, could not hold back her tears when facing the prince.

When I was young, I often cried because I knew that the prince would comfort me. Now my eyes are red because I feel that the prince has suffered too much when I am not around.

"Brother, it's okay even if you take your anger out on me. I'll be here from now on..." Lou Jian held up the prince's face and carefully kissed his blood-stained lips.

You Mu lowered his eyelashes, closed his eyes, and allowed Lou Jian to tentatively pry open his lips little by little.

He was very tired, mentally exhausted, and his whole body was limp. He was too lazy to raise his hand to slap anyone. He just turned his face to the side, making himself feel better with his head tilted up...

They were like two tortured and bruised animals, snuggling together for warmth. In the narrow and dim corner, they took off all disguises and masks and licked each other's wounds.