vstars Chapter 461 Bloodstained Official Road
Chapter 461 Bloodstained Official Road
The man's pale, white hand trembled as he lifted the car curtain, revealing a sea of blood.
Even the coachmen were not spared; thick blood dripped onto the official road.
His usual calm and collected expression had vanished without a trace, and he turned around stiffly.
"Your Highness! Do you think I... still have a chance?"
The Prince of Xuan Nan was speechless. Was there still a chance? What do you think?
The Prince of Xuannan, who hated traitors more than anything in his life, pulled a finely crafted steel dagger from under his pillow and threw it at the pale-faced man.
"Whoosh!" The dagger pierced his throat, and before blood could flow, he was kicked off the carriage by the Prince of Xuannan.
The dagger is stained with this man's blood; it's dirty now, so I don't want it!
Someone outside the carriage took care of things; the original driver's body was kicked off the carriage, and someone else took over and started driving again.
A clear sound of hoofbeats approached; it was the arrival of Xuan Nan Wang's trusted and beloved general.
"Your Highness, I am late in coming to your rescue. Please forgive me!"
"Get up! You only just found out, what crime have you committed? It's just that a traitorous dog has appeared in my palace!"
The men brought by the Prince of Xuannan's trusted general were very efficient and quickly cleared away the corpses from the ground.
With the roads open, they took direct control of the honor guard and escort team.
At this moment, the princess's maid was huddled in her servant's carriage, trembling with fear, her legs as weak as noodles.
Now she doesn't dare to get close to her prince at all. Even though the princess has repeatedly told her to, she still doesn't have the courage to leave the carriage.
Good heavens, the official road is stained red! If we go down now, we'll be stepping on a bloody mess!
Forget it, I'll just have to play it safe for now.
Presumably, the prince won't need anyone to serve him for the time being, and now that the pretty boy is gone, there's no need for me to keep bothering him.
The princess said to keep a close eye on that pretty boy; he doesn't look like a good person.
The princess was right after all. If they were good people, could the prince have eliminated them all at once?
Now that the person he needed to keep an eye on is dead, he's hiding in his servants' carriage—no problem.
Prince Xuannan sat back in his carriage. Although he was no longer as pale and fragile as before, his face was now so gloomy that it looked like it could drip water.
He knew that "Mr. Bai," who had served as his advisor for many years, must have a mastermind behind him, and the last attack was just the beginning.
"Your Highness, please don't be too upset. This was our carelessness. I have already sent people to investigate the traitor's background, and we should have results soon."
The Prince of Xuannan snorted coldly, "We must investigate this thoroughly and find out who is behind this. I will not let him off easily!"
"Your Highness, do you think... it could be...?"
"No! Absolutely not! Don't ask that kind of question again!"
The subordinate did not say who it was, and the Prince of Xuan Nan directly denied it. I suppose the prince had thought that way in his heart, right?
It's just that they're unwilling to admit it because of family ties. Alas, their prince is ruthless and merciless on the battlefield, but becomes indecisive and soft-hearted when it comes to that person.
Back then... their prince was also a hero who conquered the world, no less than the one who is now high above everyone else.
Even if he is older, he is only eleven years older. How can it be said that he is old and frail and unable to shoulder great responsibilities?
It was just an excuse his own prince made to withdraw from the struggle, and that person actually believed it.
After leaving, the prince stayed away from the capital for nearly twenty years, and never set foot in the capital again during that time.
If even a prince has done this much and is still suspected by those in power, then there's no point in him being called the Prince of Xuan Nan.
These subordinates, who had fought alongside the prince through thick and thin, were ready to rise up in rebellion at any time. They could overthrow the old dynasty, and they could overthrow the Great Zhou as well.
It all depends on what our lord thinks...
I hope that when it comes to a life-or-death moment, my lord will not be so concerned about so-called family ties. Just because you care about them doesn't mean others will care about them in the same way.
Prince Xuannan was naturally unaware of the many things his subordinates had imagined; at this moment, he was only concerned with how long it would take to reach the capital.
Once we arrive in the capital, is there anything I can't ask my nephew directly?
He wasn't blindly trusting the emperor's nephew; it was just that his intuition told him that the assassination was not so simple, nor was the traitor's house arrest of him.
All he wants to know now is what the person behind this is really up to. Why would they be so eager to sow discord between the uncle and nephew and cause internal strife in the Great Zhou?
Who would benefit from this? Who would be most at odds? The Northern Barbarians? The Southern Barbarians? Or Japan?
Once the beneficiaries are identified, the mastermind behind it all is essentially found.
It must be said that the Prince of Xuannan, who had been fighting for many years, had a great sense of the big picture and his vision was not limited to the small territory of the Great Zhou.
The south may seem calm on the surface these past two years, but there are actually undercurrents surging beneath.
As the Prince of Xuannan grew older, the southern barbarians also became bolder.
If we hadn't dealt them such a heavy blow in the past, and if the deterrent effect hadn't remained, the Southern Border would be like the Northern Border today, constantly plagued by border conflicts and wars.
The blood on the official road was covered by the falling snow, as if no bloodshed had ever occurred.
When the sun comes out and the ice and snow melt, the meltwater will wash away the blood, flowing underground, into rivers and mountains, leaving no trace.
The pale-faced man's body was thrown onto a mule cart loaded with miscellaneous items. The steel blade had been removed from his throat, and red blood flowed down the path.
By the time this person reaches the capital, he will have been made into an excellent mummified corpse.
It would be even better if there were any of this guy's accomplices along the way. The Prince of Xuannan is least afraid of alerting the enemy and can't stand being taken advantage of!
Killing only a few hundred henchmen wasn't enough to vent my anger.
He wanted to see who had such great power that they dared to plot against him, the cold-faced god of death!
Another day and night passed, and the princess's maid finally mustered up her courage and brewed the medicine again, then nervously carried it to the most luxurious carriage in the procession.
Prince Xuannan merely raised his eyelids, neither saying he would drink nor that he wouldn't.
The maid secretly glanced at Prince Xuan Nan's complexion out of the corner of her eye, after all, everyone knew that the prince had personally killed Mr. Bai.
Yesterday, the prince clearly couldn't even get out of bed, so how did he manage to kill him?
The maid was very curious, but dared not look openly, so she could only kneel in the carriage with her neck stiff and hold up a tray with a bowl of medicine in both hands.
Half an hour has passed, and my arms are starting to ache; they're about to start shaking (●—●).
No, I can't be disrespectful to the prince, or I'll lose my life!
I regret it! The prince didn't even mention taking the medicine, so why was I being so diligent?
As if he could read the maid's mind, the Prince of Xuannan ordered her to get up just before she reached the point of collapse.
The carriage was very tall, enough for an adult man to stand upright, let alone a short maid.
At this moment, the maid stood up, but only dared to bend over, still holding the tray in her hand.
Stop holding it! Drink it!