The princess regretted it.

Chapter 364: It seems like my skills haven’t improved at all?

Chapter 364: It seems like my skills haven’t improved at all?

After Zhang Hengrui emerged from the back door, he thought something was amiss. How could such a coincidence have happened? He had just arrived at the manor, and someone had come knocking on his door? Could this be a trick? Unable to contain his unease, just as Zhong Chuzhou had predicted, he quietly made his way around to the front door, intending to investigate.

Hiding in a secluded corner, he saw everything that happened at the door. Watching the young masters confront Master Wang, he couldn't help but wonder, why did these four people come to this remote place? Were they following him, or was it just a coincidence?

He pondered, if Master Wang finally gave in and released all these men into the manor, should he show up and order the men there to arrest them? He'd have to go all out and find a covert way to get rid of them quietly, without anyone knowing. But then his thoughts shifted, and he began to worry again. These four men were extraordinary. If they disappeared without a trace, would that affect his carefully planned plan?

As he was hesitating, he saw that Master Wang had let Mu Zixuan in alone. As soon as Mu Zixuan entered the villa, Zhang Hengrui keenly caught the subtle sound of someone quickly passing through the treetops in the dark. This time, he dared not act rashly and could only hide his body more concealedly and carefully explore the surroundings in secret.

After confirming that there was no movement around him, he was about to quietly leave when Yan Wenxiu, Pang Yi, and Wang Lingyang, who were waiting outside, seemed bored and began to wander around the door. They casually looked around as they walked, chatting and laughing, completely unaware of the danger approaching. He watched as these people staggered towards his hiding place.

Elsewhere, Mu Zixuan, who had followed Zhong Chuzhou into the villa, turned his head to look at the unfamiliar guard standing beside him, who was slightly taller than him. He leaned closer and whispered, "What's your name? Can you take me to see your leader?"

Seeing him ask such a question without any precautions, Zhong Chuzhou felt helpless. However, his expression was calm, like a bottomless, cold pond, without a ripple. He leaned slightly and replied in a low voice, "I am only an ordinary guard. How can I take you to meet the higher-ups? You should focus on finding that pheasant, otherwise the other gentlemen outside will be waiting anxiously." His tone was neither humble nor arrogant, neither hurried nor hurried.

Mu Zixuan frowned slightly when he heard this, and couldn't help but sigh, "Stop talking nonsense, take me to see your Zhong Shizi, I have something to say to him."

Zhong Chuzhou stopped, slowly turned his head, and looked at Mu Zixuan calmly. His eyes were deep and mysterious, making it difficult to understand his thoughts. Seeing him stop, Mu Zixuan also stopped and looked at the guard in confusion, his face full of doubt.

"Who does the young master want to see?" Zhong Chuzhou pretended not to know and asked calmly.

"Don't you know your Zhong Shizi?" Mu Zixuan was confused, his eyes wide as he looked at Zhong Chuzhou in disbelief. Suddenly, he thought to himself, "Oh no!" A terrifying thought flashed through his mind: Could this man actually be a member of the Zhang family, and could this villa be controlled by them? Could it be that his cousin was being controlled by Zhang Hengrui and his gang?

At this thought, his heart tightened. He reached out and swiftly drew the dagger from his waist. With a flash of his body, he lunged forward, his movements as nimble as a cheetah. With one hand, he grasped Zhong Chuzhou's neck with pincers, his fingers as powerful as steel. With his other hand, he quickly brought the dagger to bear on Zhong Chuzhou's waist. The entire movement was swift and decisive. His eyes were filled with alarm and anger. "Are you from the Zhang family? Where are you holding Prince Zhong? Take me there! Otherwise, I'll be rude!" His voice was sharp and cold.

Zhong Chuzhou looked down at the dagger that had suddenly appeared at his waist. The sharp blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight, as if it would pierce his clothes and his skin at any moment. He then slowly glanced at Mu Zixuan, who was nervous about him. A smile appeared in his eyes, but it was like the ripples on the surface of a lake, fleeting. However, his face pretended to be panicked, and a hint of fear revealed in his eyes. His voice trembled slightly as he said, "General, you are wrong. I will take you to see the prince right away."

He pushed Zhong Chuzhou with his dagger, increasing the force a bit, and threatened: "Lead the way, don't play tricks on me! My dagger is not vegetarian." His voice was low and powerful, full of deterrence.

Zhong Chuzhou's lips curled up slightly, a fleeting smile crossing his face. Without a word, he slowly moved forward. His steps were steady and resolute, as if unconcerned with the dagger at his waist. Mu Zixuan followed closely beside him, retreating a step, his steps light and alert, the dagger in his hand pressed tightly against Zhong Chuzhou's waist, not daring to let go for a moment.

The two of them maintained this posture as they slowly moved forward in the manor. From a distance, it looked like Mu Zixuan was climbing on his shoulders. Mu Zixuan was completely focused, constantly paying attention to the movements around him. The dagger in his hand was always pressed against Zhong Chuzhou's waist, with such force that it seemed to be embedding the dagger into his body.

Just as they passed a corner, Zhong Chuzhou suddenly exerted force, grasping Mu Zixuan's wrist holding the dagger with one hand, and slamming his elbow back, accurately hitting Mu Zixuan in the abdomen. He raised his other hand and grabbed the hand on his neck, prying it away.

Mu Zixuan was caught off guard, his abdomen struck, causing him to groan. The sudden force on his hands caused them to loosen, and his body involuntarily lurched forward. In that instant, Zhong Chuzhou spun swiftly, slipping out of Mu Zixuan's grasp. He grabbed Mu Zixuan's wrist, where he held the dagger, and twisted it forcefully. Mu Zixuan felt the pain, and the dagger in his hand dropped to the ground with a clang. Zhong Chuzhou, taking advantage of the situation, kicked the dagger aside. Then, with a sidestep, he circled behind Mu Zixuan, his hands clamping around his arms like iron clamps, holding him tightly.

"You!" Mu Zixuan was shocked and angry. He struggled hard, trying to break free from Zhong Chuzhou's control. "How dare you attack this general? Do you know what the consequences will be?" His voice was filled with anger and unwillingness. His face turned red and veins bulged on his forehead. He looked like a mad little beast.

The smile on Zhong Chuzhou's lips became more obvious, with a hint of mischief in it. He tightly controlled Mu Zixuan and whispered teasingly, "General Mu, please calm down. But your skills don't seem to have improved. It seems that the title he received after returning to Beijing made General Mu complacent and he neglected to practice martial arts!" As he spoke, he shook his head slightly, his tone full of ridicule.

"You?! What did you say?" Mu Zixuan was unable to break free from the other party's control and was already very angry. Now when he heard what the other party said, he was so angry that his eyes turned red. His eyes seemed to be spewing fire. He glared at Zhong Chuzhou fiercely, as if he was going to eat him alive in the next second.