But obviously, Yan Jun didn't want to tell her the reason.
Yan Jun stretched out her hand to lift the curtain on the carriage, looked out, her vision was a little far away, and she didn't know what he was looking at.
Why do you want to pray this time
... If he doesn't go, isn't that person's plan going to fail
The young man's light-colored lips evoked a slight smile, which was somewhat cold for no reason.
Fu Yue frowned almost invisibly, but still didn't say anything.
Forget it, since he doesn't want to talk, there's no point in asking more.
I am afraid that going to Chengtian Temple here will not be peaceful.
***
as expected.
In the middle of the journey, Fu Yue's convoy was intercepted and killed by a group of masked men. The opponent was so aggressive that they couldn't stand it for a while and retreated steadily.
Fu Yue and Yan Jun were protected in the middle.
Fu Yue's face was a little dignified. These people who came to assassinate were dead soldiers. As the name suggests, they would never die. It seemed that someone was determined to kill them.
"This time the princess is involved."
Looking at the woman next to her, Yan Jun suddenly said something.
That's right, the target of this group of people is obviously Yan Jun. For Fu Yue, they didn't intend to kill him.
Soon it will be the end of the road.
They were forced to the edge of the cliff, and below the cliff was a hundred-foot cold pool, bottomless. In front are the vicious dead men, and behind is the abyss, which seems to be unavoidable.
The dead man approached step by step.
Suddenly, the leader spoke. He should have not spoken for a long time, and his voice was a little hoarse.
"Xihe Princess, there is an order from my Patriarch, as long as you kill Prince Yuan Xian now, we can let you live."
That's a really tempting proposition.
On one side is the husband who has no feelings at all after a few days of marriage, and on the other side is his own fate.
The choice seemed obvious.
Fu Yue looked sideways at the young man beside him, and without any surprise, she fell into the bottom of a pair of dark abyss-like pupils.
Even in such a situation, he still looked indifferent, and there was even a faint smile in his eyes.
"Won't the princess do it?"
He didn't think that Princess Nanchu would make any other choices.
After all, they are just a couple in name only.
Fu Yue just glanced at him indifferently.
"The prince is worrying too much, this palace is not so heartless and ungrateful."
Yan Jun raised her eyebrows slightly, she seemed a little surprised, but she didn't say much.
next moment.
Seeing him slightly raise his slender fingers, a group of hidden guards appeared out of nowhere, and they killed all the dead soldiers present, leaving no one behind.
On the cliff, the breeze blows.
There seemed to be a bloody smell in the air.
Fu Yue's face was expressionless: "The prince is already confident? Was he testing me just now?"
Yan Jun smiled, "The princess is too worried."
"There is nothing now, isn't everyone happy? Why should the princess be entangled in this?"
He stretched out his hand and patted the dust on his shoulders slightly, and his eyes swept across the corpses in front of him, without any fluctuations in his eyes.
Fu Yue continued to ask: "If I had made the opposite choice just now..."
Yan Jun answered the words in a timely manner: "Then there will probably be one more female corpse on the ground today... Xi and the princess died of assassination, and Jun's heart aches."
These words inevitably sent a chill down the spine.
The young man's brows and eyes are gentle, indifferent and stunning, but he said such words calmly.
Fu Yue stared at him expressionlessly.
"The prince strategized, Xihe admires."
As she said that, she also broke away from Yan Jun's hand that was holding her.