AMLFS Chapter 83
by VolareIt was the shadow guard Zhao Fangye had left for him.
Song Huaixi felt it was extremely magical how another person suddenly popped out of nowhere. He widened his eyes to look at them.
The shadow guard stood in front of Song Huaixi, his sharp eyes fixed on the scarred man in front of him.
His posture was defensive: “Who are you?”
Seeing that Song Huaixi had a dedicated shadow guard protecting him, the scarred man guessed that he might be from the Song family.
Seeing his extraordinary appearance, he recognized him as the Prince of the Ning district’s consort.
“Your Highness, I am Feng Zhen, a commoner. I came to see the Prince and did not intend to offend Your Highness.”
Feng Zhen’s tone was calm, not as fierce as he looked.
Hearing him mention Zhao Fangye, Song Huaixi immediately perked up. Zhao Fangye had disappeared early in the morning, and he didn’t even know where he was.
Losing his guard from before, he stepped forward and said to him, “Do you know where Zhao Fangye is? Can you take me there?”
Seeing that this person did not seem to be an assassin, the shadow guard retreated to the side, still keeping a close watch on their movements.
Feng Zhen silently sized up the young man in brocade and fine clothes in front of him, and hearing him call the Prince of the Ning district by his given name only confirmed his guess.
So, this was the Prince of the Ning district’s foolish male wife who had been bestowed upon him by imperial decree.
He didn’t look like an idiot, but his words revealed that he was different from ordinary people, seemingly more innocent than normal people.
Was this the reason why the Prince of the Ning district was willing to openly rebel to save the Song family?
Feng Zhen withdrew his gaze and made a gesture with his hand, “Of course, Your Highness, please follow me.”
Seeing that he agreed, Song Huaixi immediately followed behind him.
At this moment, Zhao Fangye had just come out of a room. His robe was stained with specks of blood.
His handsome face was gloomy, and his narrow eyes held a fierce look.
Taking the silk handkerchief handed over by a servant, Zhao Fangye carefully wiped the bloodstains from his hands.
He turned his head, his voice slightly cold, “From now on, don’t deduct his meals anymore, send them normally.”
“Yes!”
The servant responded, then added, “Your Highness, the Prince’s Consort has arrived, and General Feng is here as well.”
Hearing that Song Huaixi had come, Zhao Fangye turned to leave, but then seemed to remember something.
He turned back, “Go prepare a set of clean clothes.”
Song Huaixi sat in the study used for discussing important matters, full of curiosity, and wandered around the room.
He had never been here before.
Playing with the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone on the desk, he remembered that he hadn’t read in a long time.
He missed the time when he was by Zhao Fangye’s side, reading books.
Walking into the study, Zhao Fangye saw him playing with paper and ink.
He stepped forward, put his arm around his waist, and said in a gentle tone, “Why did you come? Have you had breakfast?”
“Yes, I have!” Song Huaixi touched his still-undigested stomach. Looking at him, his tone was reproachful, “I ate so much, I’m so full now.”
Zhao Fangye curved his lips, pulled him down to sit behind the desk, and reached out to rub his stomach, “I’ll have Divine Doctor Ouyang get you some hawthorn pills to aid digestion later.”
Song Huaixi sat on his lap and nodded, “Okay.”
Feng Zhen saw their interaction and was somewhat surprised that the Prince of the Ning district had this side to him.
After all, he was so ruthless and merciless when he ordered the encirclement and suppression of the rebels in Hanzhou.
If he hadn’t seen the situation clearly and taken the initiative to surrender, the passionate young men of Hanzhou would probably be piles of bones by now.
He thought the Prince of the Ning district was an unapproachable, cold-faced Rakshasa, but he didn’t expect him to be so accommodating to that young man.
His gaze unconsciously carried some exploration, curious as to what kind of magic he had to capture Zhao Fangye’s heart.
Noticing Feng Zhen’s gaze on Song Huaixi, Zhao Fangye’s tone was a little cold, “General Feng, what business do you have with this Prince?”
As early as when he incorporated the rebel army into his command, Zhao Fangye had promised Feng Zhen the position of general.
Now his rebel army was stationed together with the personal guards that Zhao Fangye had not had time to take away.
Feng Zhen stepped forward, clasped his fist, and saluted, “Your Highness, according to your instructions, the rebel army has been assembled and is ready to depart for the Northwest at any time.”
“Mm. This Prince will decide on the date of departure. You may leave.” Zhao Fangye raised his eyes slightly.
“Yes.” Seeing that he had finished reporting, Feng Zhen did not linger and turned to leave.
Things were peaceful in Hanzhou, but the other side was not so promising.
Waves of people were sent to intercept and kill Song Huaixi.
Originally, the two of them had planned to travel lightly, only considering drawing away the enemy’s attention as quickly as possible, but they had underestimated the enemy’s persistence.
Just half an hour ago, another group of enemies came to intercept and kill Song Huaixi. This time, the two of them failed to escape smoothly.
Sun Shu couldn’t fight with his two fists against so many hands. While fighting the assassins and protecting Liang Xiuzhu, he inevitably got injured.
Clutching his wound, Sun Shu used his sword to block the assassin’s attacks and said to Liang Xiuzhu, who was looking terrified inside the carriage, “What are you still standing there for! Run!”
Seeing him fighting with the assassins and the wounds on his body bleeding profusely, how could Liang Xiuzhu abandon him so easily?
At least they had been through thick and thin together these past few days.
What’s more, he didn’t know martial arts. If he left, what would he do if he encountered an assassin alone?
“I’m not leaving! We’ll leave together!” Liang Xiuzhu gritted his teeth and charged into the fight with his sword in hand.
His hand was trembling as he held the sword, but he still wanted to help him.
Seeing him holding a long sword and shivering, Sun Shu paused in his movements.
He was really convinced. Why was he showing off if he didn’t know martial arts!
He was disgusted in his heart, but he still blocked the assassin’s sword for him.
Finding the right opportunity, he grabbed Liang Xiuzhu by the back of his collar, mustered his energy, and flew him several feet away.
The assassins chased relentlessly, forcing the two of them to a cliff.
Liang Xiuzhu looked at the cliff behind him and then at the assassins in front of him. He really wanted to cry but had no tears. It seemed that he was really going to die here.
He felt a pang of sadness in his heart. He hadn’t lived enough yet. He hadn’t even held a girl’s hand yet.
How could a talented young man like him die in the wilderness?
“God! This is so unfair…”
Seeing him crying and sniveling on the side, Sun Shu’s eyes were almost overflowing with disgust.
It was one thing for a grown man to look feminine, but how could he be so spineless?
He glanced at the cliff behind him, hardened his heart, grabbed Liang Xiuzhu, and jumped down.
“Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!”
Before he could even fall to his death, Sun Shu felt like he was going to be screamed to death by Liang Xiuzhu beside him first.
Gathering his energy and using his feet to tap on the cliff wall, Sun Shu reached out and grabbed a vine on the cliff face.
He held Liang Xiuzhu in one hand, “What are you shouting for! You’re so noisy!”
“No! Big Brother! Couldn’t you have asked me before you jumped!”
Liang Xiuzhu immediately retorted, his eyes looking at the height below, feeling like he was going to be scared to death.
He hugged Sun Shu’s arm tightly and wouldn’t let go, but kept complaining, “At least let me choose my own way to die!”
Sun Shu was already annoyed by his injuries and didn’t bother to listen to his nagging, “If you keep making noise, I’ll throw you down!”