binnovel Chapter 529 Play 2
Chapter 529 Play 2
Looking at the real-time broadcast of System 6872, the corners of his lips slightly raised.
(System 6872: "Boss! Did you know that the emperor would send spies?!")
"Of course." Chu Ziyu chuckled, "The emperor is suspicious by nature. Seeing that I am reluctant to kill Xiao An, he will naturally give me a push."
He lowered his eyes, and the dark patterns on the token glowed coldly under the candlelight.
(System 6872: "So you deliberately got injured to make the Marquis feel distressed, and then stole the token to lure the spy into the trap?!")
Chu Ziyu lazily hummed, and gently stroked the wound on the inside of his leg with his fingertips: "It's a self-torture trick... you have to act it out more realistically."
The curtain was suddenly opened, and Lin Ci'an walked in with a chill, staring at him with deep eyes: "Are you satisfied?"
Chu Ziyu raised his head and smiled, the little mole at the end of his eye was as charming as blood: "My Lord, you cooperated very well."
Lin Ci'an snorted coldly and grabbed his wrist: "If you dare to get hurt again next time--"
"Just punish me?" Chu Ziyu raised his eyebrows and hooked his belt with his fingertips, "My Lord, are you willing to do that?"
Lin Ci'an's breathing stagnated, and he suddenly pressed the person into the brocade quilt: "...try it?"
The warning sound stopped abruptly - Chu Ziyu turned over and pressed back, with the silver needle against Lin Ci'an's Adam's apple: "My Lord, the show is not over yet."
He leaned over and whispered in the other's ear: "I will 'escape' when we set off tomorrow."
"——You have to come and catch me yourself."
(System 6872: “…You two old foxes!!!”)
Chu Ziyu laughed softly and pressed the man into the brocade quilt! His leg injury rubbed against his black armor, causing him to hiss in pain, but he still leaned over and whispered in Lin Ci'an's ear: "My Lord, this scene..."
“It has to be more realistic.”
He suddenly ripped open Lin Ci'an's clothes and bit down hard on her collarbone.
"Chu Ziyu!" Lin Ci'an groaned and pinched his waist with his palm, "You..."
Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside the tent.
Chu Ziyu panted and raised his voice: "If you don't believe me, Lord, why not kill me now!"
"Snapped!"
The crisp sound of slaps echoed throughout the tent.
The spy hiding outside the tent trembled all over, and heard Lin Ci'an's furious voice: "Come here! Chu Ziyu stole the token privately, arrest him."
Outside the tent, the wind and snow howled, and all the soldiers saw——
Chu Ziyu staggered out of the tent, his white shirt stained with blood, his hair disheveled, and a glaring scarlet mark on his lips.
He knelt on one knee in the snow, his fingertips tightly grasping the black iron order, his knuckles turning white from the force.
Lin Ci'an's slap was so fierce that half of his cheek was red and swollen, but there was still that frightening smile at the corner of his eye.
"My Lord..." His voice was hoarse, as if it contained crushed ice, "You really... don't believe me?"
Pei Zheng's pupils suddenly shrank, and he rushed forward: "My Lord! Mr. Chu, he——"
“Get out of here!” Lin Ci’an yelled, and his black iron wristband knocked Pei Zheng back, “If you beg for mercy again, I’ll punish you with a military stick!”
Xie Xiaofeng grabbed Pei Zheng, only to see his general's eyes reddened: "But Mr. Chu almost... "
"Shut up!" Lin Ci'an pointed the tip of his sword at Chu Ziyu's heart. "Whoever steals the order shall be put to death."
Lin Ci'an's angry roar resounded through the night sky. His personal guards were dressed in iron armor and their torches were like dragons, lighting up the entire garrison as bright as day.
In the snow and wind, Chu Ziyu suddenly laughed softly.
He stood up shakily, and snow particles stuck to his blood-stained eyelashes like broken stars.
Chu Ziyu was escorted by two personal soldiers, staggering and kneeling in the snow. His plain white clothes were blown up by the cold wind, revealing his delicate wrist bones.
Lin Ci'an strode over, his black cloak fluttering like an eagle's wings, his eyes frightening with coldness: "Hand it over."
Chu Ziyu raised his eyes, his lips were pale, but he smiled slightly: "What is the Marquis talking about?"
"Snapped--!"
A slap hit him hard in the face. Chu Ziyu turned his head away, blood oozing from the corner of his lips, his hair crown fell off, and his black hair fell on his shoulders.