Prince! The political conspiracy is not a play, the show is real

Chapter 189: Evil Ghost (Part )

"Whether you love me or hate me, you must be regretting it now. Let me tell you, whether it's the correspondence between Zhou Yan and Zuo Di, or the cooperation between Wuyan Pavilion and Zuo Tang, they were all facilitated by me. Hahahahaha..."

Zhining confessed everything, thinking that this would make Chu Huanjun look at her with new eyes.

"You used to look down on me because I was just a small prostitute in Chunfeng Tower. Now that I have achieved this, I can also turn the tide and create obstacles on your road to success. You should finally look up to me, right?"

Chu Huanjun sneered twice. Things have changed and people have changed. Zhining has become like this because of her own inner demons. He suddenly felt that it would be a waste of words to say more to her.

Song Zhishou said: "If you want others to respect you, you should not demean yourself. Respect yourself and love yourself, instead of making things difficult for others. You are simply using your strength in the wrong direction."

There was no light in Zhining's scarlet eyes. After Song Zhishou finished speaking, she suddenly turned her head and shifted her gaze from Chu Huanjun to Song Zhishou.

The Adam's apple on her neck rolled, like a dying person who was hungry and eager to swallow a mouthful of saliva, but she had not eaten for a long time and even saliva could not be secreted in her throat.

Because she had just said a lot, Zhining felt her throat was dry and painful, and she no longer had the strength to say another word.

Song Zhishou's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over her.

She clearly thought she had gotten rid of the shadow of the past and had tried her best to finally get into Chu Huanjun's sight again. He should always pay attention to her and not ignore her and treat her as a dispensable gust of wind as he did in the past.

But now someone told her that she was working in the wrong direction. Her infatuation and all her efforts were in vain, completely worthless. It was her own fault, her own wishful thinking.

Zhining suddenly calmed down, no longer as manic as before. Her expression was dazed, and her eyes were empty, as if she was an empty shell without a soul.

Chu Huanjun glanced at her, let out a barely audible sigh, and said calmly, "As you said, even if I owed you in the past, now that you've put all these obstacles in my way, the accounts between us should be settled."

Zhining did not respond to him, but lowered her head and remained silent.

There was a dead silence in the air, except for the buzzing of flies and insects circling around the large and small fresh and old wounds and sores on Zhining's body.

It seems to be announcing the passing of a life.

The smell was unpleasant, and Chu Huanjun couldn't help but wrinkled his nose. He then said, "We are now even."

When the words "Liang Qing" fell into Zhining's ears, she suddenly struggled violently to raise her face, like a dead body coming back to life, staring at Chu Huanjun with eyes as terrifying as a ghost.

"Clear? Your Highness, are you kidding? We will never be even. We are entangled together forever. I will never let you go. Even if I become a ghost, I will haunt you until I die!"

"Just you?" Chu Huanjun sneered twice, followed Zhining's gaze and stared back at her. He said calmly, "No matter how much you try, my time and energy are limited. I can't waste it on someone who is not important. If you still want to live a good life, I advise you not to waste your energy."

He knew best how to destroy the mind of the woman opposite him, but in the end he couldn't bear to do it.

She has come to this point. Whether it is him, Zuo Tang, or anyone else, she will always suffer.

He no longer bothered to dirty his hands.

Before leaving, Zhining let out bursts of cold laughter at Chu Huanjun's departing back. She seemed to have gone crazy and lost all the sanity a human being should have.

She looked towards the dim sky in the dungeon that would never see the light of day, repeatedly shouting at Chu Huanjun not to regret it, and repeatedly chanted some curse that no one could understand. These strange sounds, mixed with sobs and laughter, kept coming out from the wellhead, sounding extremely terrifying.

Some people are still alive, but they are no different from the dead - or rather, they are even more tragic and terrifying than death. The walking dead, carrying the twisted and relentless regrets that they are unwilling to let go, become evil spirits.

The servant outside the well had been waiting at the wellhead. Finally, when Chu Huanjun and Song Zhishou came out of the well, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"That crazy woman is indeed very sick. She didn't offend the prince and Lord Song, did she?" The servant walked over with a lantern and asked with a smile.

Chu Huanjun shook his head, took out two ingots of silver and put them in the servant's hand as a tip.

The servant was flattered to accept the silver and was about to bow when Chu Huanjun stopped him. "No need, we're leaving right away, you don't have to see us off. You'll take care of the rest of the situation. All our people in the villa will be withdrawn by tomorrow and replaced with the original group... However, we still need to arrange for a few spies to be here. Any future news must be promptly delivered to me."

"Your Majesty has commanded me, and I will certainly do it."

The servant bowed and saluted, then escorted the two men out of the villa.

Approaching the carriage, Chu Huanjun said, "Song Zhishou, you haven't been back to the capital for some time. Hurry back to the government office and take care of the matters you haven't had time to deal with these days. Don't worry about my affairs for now."

Song Zhishou nodded and said, "I should go back...but there are other adults over there to take care of things. I have been taking leave to go home and take care of my mother for the past few days. There shouldn't be any problems. Your Highness, don't worry."

"Yeah. But I'm still worried that my father will get suspicious..." Chu Huanjun rubbed his forehead with a headache. "Forget it, let's just do our best and leave the rest to fate."

Song Zhishou smiled and said, "Your Highness, what are you going to do about Zhining?"

Chu Huanjun waved his hands and said calmly, "Whatever."

"Aren't you worried that she might do something else?"

"Let's talk about it later... I'm very annoyed."

Chu Huanjun waved his hand and didn't even want the carriage. He simply cut the horse rope, jumped on the horse, and rode away quickly, leaving Song Zhishou with only a dashing back.

It had been so long since I'd returned to my old nest that I felt a little unaccustomed. The servants guarding the gate were still dozing off, not noticing the long-lost prince approaching with his snoring deafeningly loud.

Chu Huanjun frowned, picked up his folding fan and gave each of them a slap on the head, cursing, "I haven't been back for just a few days, and you're already so arrogant?!"

Everyone suddenly woke up and looked carefully. The person standing in front of them was none other than Prince Yi himself. They all slid to their knees on the ground and kowtowed to apologize.

The servants looked at each other in bewilderment. The rumor in the palace was that the prince had gone on a long journey to pursue a wife, and everyone was waiting to see what the bride looked like when the prince returned, but now the prince came back alone.

The night wind was cold, making Chu Huanjun's clothes rustle, making him look even more lonely.