Zhan Liyue's breath became heavier and heavier. Ye Luosha turned his head to look at her and frowned slightly: "Queen, you..."
"Take off the human skin mask and let me see your real face." Zhan Liyue ignored Ye Luosha and looked at the man and said in a deep voice.
The man stared at Zhan Liyue and said solemnly: "Today, I fall into your hands and you want to kill or chop me into pieces. I have nothing to say!"
"But if you die, there will be no chance for revenge. Take off the mask and I promise not to kill you today." Zhan Liyue's voice continued to sound.
"Queen, don't raise tigers to cause trouble." Ye Luosha reminded in a low voice.
"I only said I wouldn't kill him today, I didn't say I would let him go." Zhan Liyue said in a deep voice.
"I'll give you another chance to take off the mask. At least, I want to see who is trying to kill me today."
"You also get a chance to escape for a day, don't you?"
The man stared at Zhan Liyue for a while, then stretched out his hand and tore off the human skin mask from his face.
Zhan Liyue stared at his face and clenched her fists tightly.
This face actually looks the most like him? How is this possible?
Her eyes fell on the horn-like birthmark again. If Zhan Liyue hadn't pinched herself hard, she almost lost her balance and fell down.
"Queen." Ye Luosha felt something was not good and immediately moved forward to help her.
"The Queen is injured, come quickly and capture the sinner!"
Zhan Liyue took a deep breath, stabilized her breath, and asked calmly: "Do you want to go back with me, or do you want to be escorted back?"
The mute slave glanced at Zhan Liyue and said in a deep voice, "I can walk by myself."
He couldn't understand what Zhan Liyue meant at all, and didn't want to read more.
Zhan Liyue could see the mute slave's hatred for her, but why was this face so familiar, and why did her youngest son's birthmark appear on his neck?
She doesn't want to miss any opportunity, even one in ten thousand.
"Take him back to the camp without any mistakes!" Zhan Liyue waved her hand, turned around and walked in the direction of the carriage.
Ye Luosha nodded, turned around and glared at the mute slave, waved his hand and said: "Take him back!"
Hundreds of people surrounded the mute slave. Two brothers used special chains to imprison his hands and took him to another carriage.
He didn't want to take another look at Zhan Liyue, but Zhan Liyue said something right.
At least, he still has one day's chance, which is better than risking his life now. He will die with his eyes open even if his revenge is not avenged!
It was already evening when we returned to the military camp.
Zhan Liyue was eager to find out what was going on, so she directly had the mute slave pressed into the largest tent in the military camp.
When she led people in, Di Wuya and Di Feimu were sitting on the left and right in the tent, both holding books in their hands.
When Yu Jingfeng saw the mute slave, he was stunned for a moment and then followed him in.
After not seeing each other for several months, Di Wuya looked a little thinner, with a pair of eagle eyes that were even deeper.
He sat there, focusing on the book in his hand. Even if many people came in, they had no real impact on him.
A pair of eyes is like a pool of water with no bottom. At first glance, it seems clear and flawless, but at a second glance, it turns out to be turbid.
Even though he has lost some weight, it does not affect his peerless appearance at all.
Her black hair is meticulously combed to the back of her head, her forehead is full, her eyebrows are sharp, her nose is high and her lips are thin and delicate.
It's a pity that such a beautiful man is actually a cold-hearted devil who kills without blinking an eye.
Ever since Feng Jiuer disappeared from his life, there has never been a smile on Di Wuya's face.
Not to mention joy, not even sadness, anger or sorrow.
In everyone's mind, the prince is like wearing a mask, with only one expression all day long, making it impossible to see the joy, anger, sorrow and joy at all.
Di Feimu's situation was similar. Except in front of Zhan Liyue, the coldness all over his body could be relieved a little. At other times, it was the same.
Yu Jingfeng walked in, came to Di Wuya, and bowed his hands.
"His Royal Highness, here he is, a mute slave."
Upon hearing the word "mute slave", Di Wuya's eyes took on a different luster.
He raised his eyes and looked at the person being escorted in, but there was still no wave on his face.
"Yu Jingfeng, do you know this person?" Zhan Liyue looked at Yu Jingfeng and frowned slightly.
There was no need for Yu Jingfeng to respond, Zhan Liyue could already see the answer on the faces of Di Wuya and Di Feimu.
Yu Jingfeng looked back at Zhan Liyue and cupped his hands: "Back to the Queen, we are acquainted."
The mute slave, whose hands were imprisoned, was personally escorted in by Ye Luosha.
"Why don't you kneel down when you see His Highness the Crown Prince!" Ye Luosha kicked the mute slave hard.
The mute slave stared at Di Wuya, gritted his teeth, and stood firm.
At this moment, Leng Yue pushed Di Ji in.
Everyone else voluntarily withdrew.
Zhan Liyue came to sit on the chair on the other side of Di Wuya, barely taking his eyes off the mute slave.
Leng Yue pushed Di Ji and came to Zhan Liyue's side.
She let go of the wheelchair and looked at Emperor Wuya's blessed body: "His Royal Highness, good luck."
Her eyes fell on Zhan Liyue, and Leng Yue was blessed again: "Queen, good luck."
"The prince and the queen are here, how can I allow you to be rude?" Ye Luosha kicked the mute slave's long leg hard again.
Not only did Di Wuya and Zhan Liyue ignore Leng Yue, but even Ye Luosha didn't take her seriously.
Leng Yue was angry, but she still retreated behind Di Ji and waited quietly.
The mute slave frowned in pain, but he still stood in front of everyone, unwilling to kneel down.
Ye Luosha didn't know about Zhan Liyue's situation, and she became even more angry when she saw that the mute slave was rude to Zhan Liyue and Di Wuya.
"Don't toast me and I'll be fined with wine. If I ask you to kneel down, you..."
"Let him go." Zhan Liyue interrupted Ye Luosha lightly.
"Queen." Ye Luosha looked at Zhan Liyue and frowned slightly.
"It doesn't matter, let him go. With Wuya here, he can't escape." Zhan Liyue continued.
Ye Luosha glanced back at the mute slave and moved forward to untie him.
The mute slave was still staring at Di Wuya, his breath cold to the extreme.
"Have something to say?" Zhan Liyue looked at the mute slave and asked softly.
"Yes!" The mute slave's voice was deep and murderous, "Why did you treat her like this? If you don't like her, if you get tired of it, you can kill her and silence her?"
Zhan Liyue and others were confused by what the mute slave said.
Di Wuya also stared at the person standing in the middle, his eyes downcast.
"Yu Jingfeng, who is he?" The tent was quiet for a while, and Zhan Liyue asked softly.
"Back to the Queen, he is..." Yu Jingfeng pursed his lips, glanced at Di Wuya, and swallowed the words that came to his mouth.
Since Miss Jiu'er disappeared, no one dared to mention Miss Jiu'er's name in front of His Royal Highness.
Even if it was a letter from Black Canyon, no one dared to read it and presented it directly to His Highness the Crown Prince.
At this moment, Yu Jingfeng was really worried that he had said something he shouldn't have said and offended Di Wuya.
