Chapter 3: The man's gaze towards her is like looking at prey

"Ah, the regent's carriage is here!"

At this critical moment, a shout rang out.

Upon hearing that the regent had arrived, the prince's guards were so frightened that their hands trembled, causing their actions to halt abruptly as they dropped their long knives.

In the presence of the regent, who would dare to shed blood? Unless they were tired of living.

The surrounding crowd of onlookers, out of fear and reverence, voluntarily retreated to the sides of the road, prostrating themselves as they respectfully welcomed the regent's arrival.

Even Xuan Yuan Yuda, at this moment, couldn't help but feel a surge of fear and unwillingness.

The regent, Night Han Jue, was the adopted son of the late emperor, ranking ninth in line. When the late emperor passed away, he passed the throne to the eldest son, Xuan Yuan Changkun, while appointing the then 14-year-old Night Han Jue as the regent.

There were many officials in the court who were dissatisfied with the late emperor's decision, but the regent, despite his young age, was decisive and ruthless. He executed all those who opposed him in the court, causing blood to flow like a river. From then on, his reputation was established, and his position was secure, but everyone feared him.

At that time, the first powerful country, West Qin, invaded the then weak East Yu, aiming to annex it and gradually expand its territory to become the ruler of the world.

At the age of fourteen, the regent Night Han Jue led the army into battle, single-handedly turning the tide. Not only did he protect the territory of East Yu, but he also elevated it to the status of a powerful country.

Since then, no one dared to question the regent's age, and his power dominated the court, with decisive and ruthless actions that no one dared to provoke.

However, two years ago, the regent Night Han Jue suddenly disappeared and had not set foot in the capital since.

Some said the regent had met with an accident and was no longer in this world; others said he had retired to the mountains and forests, away from the world... There were various speculations, but no one had a definite answer.

Now, the regent's iconic black and gold carriage, drawn by five horses, unexpectedly appeared on the street, catching everyone off guard.

The expressions of the crowd changed, all of which Su Ziyue observed.

Seeing the majestic carriage slowly approaching, escorted by guards on both sides, Su Ziyue knew this was her only chance. She bit her tongue, drawing a drop of blood to regain a semblance of sanity on the brink of collapse. When no one expected it, she exerted all her strength and rushed towards the carriage.

This sudden turn of events stunned everyone.

No one had expected that there would be someone in this world who was so fearless and dared to approach the regent's carriage.

And Xuan Yuan Yuda, watching this scene, also breathed a sigh of relief.

Since Su Ziyue sought death on her own, it saved him the trouble of taking action.

After all, everyone knew that the regent was cruel and ruthless. Anyone who dared to stop the regent's carriage would meet a gruesome end.

Moreover, the regent especially disliked women approaching him. Four years ago, the legitimate daughter of the Dingbei Marquis came to the capital and fell for the regent. She tried to throw herself into the regent's arms in public, only to have her arm cut off before she could even touch the regent's clothes.

Three years ago, the emperor bestowed the legitimate daughter of the Grand Secretary's family in marriage to the regent, and that very night, the legitimate daughter of the Grand Secretary's family died a violent death.

Two years ago, the princess of West Qin wanted to marry the regent and requested the emperor to arrange the marriage. The regent drew his sword on the spot, saying that if she really wanted to marry him, she should first offer her sword in sacrifice. This frightened the princess of West Qin, who fled the capital overnight...

Since then, many women admired the regent, but no one dared to approach within ten paces of him.

And all the women in the previous examples were beautiful, while Su Ziyue was so ugly that she gave people nightmares. The outcome... well, it was easy to imagine.

The crowd held their breath, waiting for the bloody scene to unfold.

Little did they know, the twist would come so quickly.

The guards, as if blind, allowed Su Ziyue to approach the carriage and, in a flash, she slipped into the regent's carriage...

The entire scene fell into silence.

No one wanted to believe that this was real.

After all, that was the regent's carriage!

Who had ever seen anyone other than the regent enter the regent's carriage?

"Could... could Ninth Uncle really be inside?" Xuan Yuan Yuda also refused to believe this fact, thinking that it had been so long since the regent had appeared that someone dared to impersonate him.

"What's this? Does the prince also want to take a look inside my carriage?" Night Han Jue looked at Su Ziyue, covered in blood, his eyes icy, a hint of ferocity flashing through them, and his voice chilling to the bone.

As Night Han Jue looked at Su Ziyue, her gaze was also fixed on him, unable to move away.

This man was dressed in a purple dragon-patterned python robe, wearing a pure gold mask with a seductive purple mandala flower on the left side. Only his resolute chin, tightly pursed thin lips, and those intimidating eyes were visible, exuding an air of nobility and mystery, cold and yet somewhat captivating. Even though no one could see his face, his demeanor still drove women to madness.

However, Su Ziyue had an instinctive feeling that this man was as dangerous as poppies, and she had an impulse to escape.

Especially the way this man looked at her, as if she were prey, made her inexplicably anxious.

But... the effects of the Meixianzi's drug were getting stronger, and her will was gradually weakening under the man's gaze.

In the end, Su Ziyue's mind began to blur, and she could only manage to say, "Mister, help me... in the martial world..." before her body went limp, falling into Night Han Jue's embrace.

Then a pair of strong hands wrapped around her waist, followed by a knuckle-defined, slender hand forcibly lifting her chin, forcing her to look at him.

The more she looked, the more Su Ziyue felt her consciousness and hands were out of control.

Yehan Jue looked at Su Ziyue's restless hands on him, his voice slightly hoarse as he asked, "Ziyue, do you still remember who I am?"

As he asked this, there seemed to be an indescribable wave of emotion hidden in Yehan Jue's cold and deep voice.

However, Yehan Jue was destined to receive no response, as Su Ziyue had already lost consciousness, only knowing to light the fire randomly.

In the air, there seemed to be a sigh passing through.

And the already cold and hard lines on Yehan Jue's face became even colder, with a glint of bloodthirsty light flashing in his icy eyes.

No one knew when Yehan Jue had a pill in his hand, which he directly stuffed into Su Ziyue's mouth.

"Be good, take a nap first."

As he spoke, Yehan Jue's hand passed in front of Su Ziyue's eyes, and the next moment, Su Ziyue actually fell asleep.

No one saw that the renowned cold-faced killer, Yehan Jue, was incredibly gentle when holding Su Ziyue, as if holding a rare treasure.

The atmosphere in the carriage at this moment was inexplicably warm.

At this moment, Xuan Yuan Yuda outside the carriage was not willing to give up, bowing to the direction of the carriage, "Nephew, I dare not, it's just that your fiancée has just caused trouble and has now entered the Ninth Prince's carriage. I'm afraid it will offend the Ninth Prince. Please hand her over to me for my own disposal."

Yehan Jue raised his eyes, a trace of bloodthirstiness flashed in his eyes, and his lips lightly opened as he said in a cold voice, "If I don't hand her over to you, what will you do?"