Chapter Forty-Five Old Feelings Two
Xia Zi Li wasn't blind to the crystal clear thing in his eyes, accompanied by a faintly triumphant smile, his pupils constricted, step by step closing in on her. Although they were on a main street, she still felt afraid, this fear was completely different from the feeling when facing Mo Yun Xuan.
As she watched the person in front of her step by step, she unconsciously shifted her body and immediately turned around to get on the horse carriage. However, just as she was turning around, her elbow was grasped by a powerful palm, with each finger exerting force, tightly holding onto her through her clothes.
"Let go——!"
The eyes that turned back were filled with a blaze of anger, Xia Zi thought she could break free but couldn't, in the midst of the bustling city, at the center of the street, under the gaze of everyone present, a beautiful woman and another elegant nobleman were entangled together, her arm was tightly grasped by the man, and the onlookers couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
"Let go of our family's young lady"
Zi'er was just about to step forward when he was suddenly blocked by a guard's horizontal sword.
"Miss——" The guard's urgent cry reached her, but Xia Zicui's gaze passed over him, looking at the gleaming knife shadow, and his eyes were immediately filled with worry.
"What's wrong, Princess of Yan?" The voice was full of sarcasm, with a hint of mockery in his eyes. Prince Cheng Jun raised an eyebrow and glanced at the surrounding crowd of onlookers and the foreign guards who had them surrounded, their weapons at the ready. His grip on her arm tightened slightly.
"What exactly do you want to do?" The face that turned around had a layer of anger, with inner flames raging, looking anxiously at the surroundings, and trying to struggle free again, but ultimately unable to overcome his strength.
"Don't be nervous, actually, I just want to take a closer look at this stunning face and see what kind of charm it has that makes people unable to forget -" His fingers lightly approached her flawless face, just about to touch, when Xia Zifu suddenly turned away in annoyance, the white pearl earrings swaying gently, the hand froze in mid-air.
"Do you know that this unruly appearance will really provoke the prince?" The face turned cold, with a low and threatening tone.
While speaking, her hand suddenly exerted force, her elbow was pulled and hurt, a cry of pain, Xia Ziyou fell straight down. In a daze, another strong arm wrapped around her slender waist, lifted her head, and in front of her eyes, a white flash, accompanied by a miserable shout, blood, thin crimson dots.
This punch was not light, and Wang Zijun was forced to retreat several feet, covering the half of his face that had been heavily hit. Blood flowed out from his nostrils.
Xia Zi slowly raised her head, a pair of autumn eyes clear and transparent, with the soft light, the deep and shallow shadows, the blurred delicate beauty, the warm and gentle side face that used to be by her side, but how did the temperature in her waist suddenly become so strange.
The pain made Crown Prince Cheng Jun unable to utter a word for a long time, but his eyes were filled with hatred and unwillingness.
"Who are you—"
Dark eyebrows, lips uttering words one by one
Huangfu Yang
Huang Pu Huan?! All the sword-carrying guards were momentarily stunned, and even Crown Prince Cheng Jun took a step back unconsciously. This name had an enormous deterrent effect on the Western Moon Kingdom. If it weren't for Huang Pu Huan, could the Emperor of Mu Xuan Kingdom have led his troops to such a crushing defeat? The alliance treaty was signed, and the princess was married off as a result. It's really suffocating, but they were indeed intimidated by his battle tactics.
"Brother Hao——"
A soft voice, a misty gaze, she finally called out to him, still unable to hold back, even though he had hurt her so much, leaving her once whole heart with a thousand wounds, she still couldn't help but softly call out to him.
"Follow me—"
