Handsome Prince, Come to my Embrace

The strong wind outside the cave continued to blow, bringing with it an endless amount of rain. Dark clouds surged over from the southern horizon, and a flash of furious thunder streaked across the sky. In an instant, a strong wind blew. Thunderclap after thunderclap, deafening.

Lightning tore through the pitch black night. A red light flashed in the distant sky, as if it was tearing apart a piece of the rolling black cloud, revealing a large, slender, bloody crack.

The torrential rain washed away the rocks, causing the rain to fall and splashing the surrounding water. The white light shone down, illuminating the smooth and translucent stone. It also illuminated the white clothes of the man who stood on the cliff.

Leng Shaoyu tied the rope inside the hole with his wrist and nestled into's embrace. The large palm hugged the woman tightly, and his tall and straight body was able to block out the rain and wind for her.

The cold wind and rain were like sharp swords that pierced through his thin clothes. The exposed skin and face were also cut by the ruthless wind and rain.

With the light of lightning, Luo Shang saw that the wound on his chest that was already bandaged had a large amount of dark red blood oozing out.

As if Leng Shaoyu truly had the ability to see through everything, his stern and cold voice came from above his head.

"I'm not going to die yet."

If this was the case, then it was obvious that he was about to exhaust all his energy, but he could not allow others to look down on him. It was clearly a good intention, yet he wanted to use such harsh words to describe it.

The rain slowly fell from that ice-cold face and fell onto Luo Shang's forehead.

The man's slightly raised chin was engraved with a unique and handsome facial features. His face was very serious and indifferent. However, there was also an intoxicating feeling of gravity on his handsome face.

Shi Yan looked as if he was covered in a layer of white frost, which was so smooth that no one could step on him. It took a lot of effort for them to reach the ground and the woods.

In the dense forest, Leng Shaoyu's face was close to turning white while blocking the attack of the rain water. Luo Shang helped him up to a tree at the side.

"The wound must have split open again. Let's stop the bleeding first." The redness on the bloody white cloth gradually deepened. She half knelt down, anxiously looking at his wound, and stretched out her hand to remove the bandage.

As soon as he touched him, his scarred hand was gripped by the palm of his hand.

In the dark night, her eyes were as beautiful as the stars, and the light in her beautiful eyes was enough to cause people to be reluctant to return to their senses.

"Afraid?" His expression suddenly became gentle, and the temperature of his palm also added a bit of warmth to the cold wind.

Luo Shang did not answer him. Her delicate hands pulled out from his palms and gently untied the bandage around his wound. That deep red scar was imprinted in her eyes and was also carved into her heart. After pausing for a moment, she tore off a few strands of silk from the corner of her skirt and redressed him.

"At that time, I didn't choose to leave with those two girls. Do you regret it?" Leng Shaoyu tilted his head and looked into her eyes.

If she had run away at that moment, she wouldn't have to suffer in this damned place.

But if she did leave, he might not want to let her go like he did now.

"You chose to save me. Have you ever regretted it?"

Luo Shang raised her head and smiled faintly. Ye Zichen lifted the corner of her skirt and sat down beside him, then looked at the dark sky.

She didn't want to hear the man's answer, and Leng Shaoyu didn't have any intention to answer either.

"Do you really hate us that much? To the point of being unforgivable. " The white mist floated slowly in the cold night, almost frozen.

Hate. How could they not hate him?

The moment Yue died, she was already dead.

But he shouldn't have hated her.

His shoulders suddenly felt a bit heavy. When Leng Shaoyu turned his head slightly, his head was leaning against his shoulder.

He narrowed his eyes and reached out his hands to pull her soft body into his embrace. The moment he touched her, the burning sensation in Luo Shang's body made him reach out naturally to touch her forehead.

He wanted to hug her tighter, but he only felt that his palms were sticky and moist. He pulled his hand away from under her legs, his palm blood-red from the thunder and lightning.

Leng Shaoyu frowned, his gloomy face looked like the pitch-black night. He looked at the unconscious woman in his arms, not knowing when she had been injured.

At the same time, Leng Shaoyu's guess was right, the group of killers found the cave …

"Young master, they must have just left not long ago. This subordinate will send people to search for them and they will definitely be found."

Xiao Yan's black clothes fluttered in the wind. His ink-black eyes glanced at the firewood that had just been extinguished and the blood stains on the ground by his side before he nodded.

Tang Ao placed both his hands behind his back, his face expressionless. Leng Shaoyu had to die. That woman must also live. "

"May …" "But the Prime Minister?" His men were worried.

The Prime Minister's meaning was that the woman and Leng Shaoyu must both die.

"This is Master's order." Tang Ao said softly and turned, walking out of the cave.

Prime Minister Yue Dongyang was the current emperor's second uncle, and was also Leng Shaoyu's biological uncle.

When Emperor Xian was alive, he was the most highly regarded amongst all his brothers. It was a pity that after the late emperor had passed away, he did not think that Yue Dongyang would become more and more charming, weighing the imperial court and fields, and did not place the imperial family in his eyes at all.

He was arrogant and domineering. He relied on his meritorious service and his rebellious heart. Everyone knew about him.

To Yue Dongyang, the biggest obstacle in front of him was the Prince Jin, Leng Shaoyu. The empress dowager, Prince Han and the other princes and elders all relied on the Prince Jin. Once Leng Shaoyu was eliminated, the rest of them would collapse on their own.

However, the reason Yue Dongyang wanted to fight for the position of the Wu Zhou was not only for himself. The one he was loyal to was not Wu Zhou, but his master.

It was just that this mysterious master, other than Yue Dongyang himself, had never seen his true appearance.

Standing in the rain, Tang Ao raised his head halfway, and raindrops fell, imprinting that woman's face. He let her go the first time he tried to kill her. It was not just because Luo Shang was kind, but because she was too much like a person. His benefactor was the Empress of the Wei Kingdom, the Madam Yan. It was extremely similar to the Ninth Princess.

However, when he left Weiguo, the princess was only six years old. Later on, when he wanted to go to Weiguo, he found out that the empress had already committed suicide and the Ninth Princess had also died for the nation.

Back then, he was adopted by a kind-hearted family and sent to the Acropolis Kingdom. The Madam Yan was kind and treated him as her own child.

Yet he did not dare to forget the hatred and mission that he had carried with him. He wanted to regain his Wu Zhou, so that he could take back everything that belonged to him.

"Reporting to the young master, our people found the people from the Prince Jin Palace among the cliffs, I didn't expect them to find this place so quickly."

"Another person hurried forward." Young Master, Prince Han is here too. Should we … "

Tang Ao turned around to face the cliff, and could not help but sneer.

Leng Shaoyu, the heavens have truly blessed you.