The Captivating Crown Prince Chapter 322

"Xin Er, can't I go back with you?" If there was a handkerchief, he would probably bite the handkerchief and cry. The matter was simple. Shang Wuxin had stayed in the Fog Country for such a long time, and it was time to return. Of course, Nangong Qian had to return as well, but only Han Xuanhao was left in the Fog Country. Previously, Han Xuanhao wanted an open and honorable identity, but now, this identity was somewhat restricted.

After all, Han Xuanhao was born into the martial arts world and people did not like him to be restrained. Shang Wuxin did not want Han Xuanhao to suppress himself in the palace of the Misty Nation, so he said directly, "Let's go!"

As for Han Xuan Hao's identity and the mixed benefits, Shang Wuxin didn't care. After all, he could not allow his man to be wronged. As for Han Xuanhao's current identity as a prince, it was not a problem for Shang Wuxin at all. What she wanted to do was not something that could be stopped by anyone.

Han Xuanhao originally only wanted to act coquettishly, but he didn't expect Shang Wuxin to think for him in such a tyrannical manner. Han Xuanhao's pained expression was immediately healed. He helped Shang to straighten his clothes, "Xin`er, wait for me obediently at the State of Shang. I will return as soon as possible!"

How could he go back now? He had not dealt with the matter that he had discussed with Nangong Qian and now, he was halfway through it. Although Han Xuanhao did not have the ambition to dominate Nangong Qian, he still had his own way of thinking as a man. Furthermore, this thought was related to Shang Wuxin, Han Xuanhao did not want to give up halfway.

"Now go back!" Although she did not know why Han Xuanhao wanted to stay, but no matter what he did, it was not as important to Shang Wuxin as Han Xuanhao himself.

Han Xuanhao directly held Shang Wuxin's hand. Even though he looked like a cold and strong person, Han Xuanhao could feel the gentleness and gentleness from it. Even though he was the same hand that did not care about killing, he felt very small and soft in his palm.

"Xin'er, give me some time!" Han Xuan Hao's voice was firm but also imploring. If Shang Tong was not sincere and wanted him to return to Han Xuan Hao, of course he would not leave without any complaints. However, he still wished to do something.

Shang Wuxin looked at Han Xuanhao with a complicated look in his eyes. Just as Han Xuanhao was about to compromise, he said, "Alright!" Since Han Xuanhao had something he wanted to do, Shang Wuxin would not stop him from doing it. However, if Han Xuanhao was really going to get hurt, Shang Wuxin would not just ignore it.

"Xin Er, you're so good!" Han Xuanhao kissed Shang Wuxin's nose before personally sending Shang off on a horse carriage. Although he was reluctant to part with Nangong Qian, it was for a better future.

When they left, there were indeed two carriages, but as soon as they left the Mist Country's capital, Nangong Qian, they boarded the carriage belonging to the Crown Prince's Palace. On the way, the two of them holed up in the carriage and discussed the current situation between different countries and how to deal with it.

Just when the carriage was about to leave the borders of the Fog Country, they didn't expect that their group would be stopped. No, they weren't stopped. Instead, they were assassinated. Although they were disguised as ordinary young masters of aristocratic families, neither the servants nor the attendants were simple. No one dared to provoke them along the way.

"Make a bet?" Nangong Qian heard the voice outside speaking to Shang with ill intentions, like a predator hunting for its prey.

Shang Bin looked at Nangong Qian and smiled. Then, he directly said, "We know who sent them. This bet is not valid!" He was well aware of who he had offended in the Mist Country, and it was even easier to guess who would try to kill him if he couldn't hold back even a little bit of time.

Nangong Qian shook his head and even reached out his hand to pat Shang's head, "Let's guess, will it be your Blood Shang Army that kills more enemies or my secret guards that kill more enemies?!" Naturally, he would not guess such a simple matter. This was his true goal.

Shang Wuxin's interest was piqued as well. To Shang Wuxin, the Blood Shang Army was like a weapon in his own hands. He was very satisfied with the efforts of the Blood Shang Army, but satisfaction did not mean arrogance. Nangong Qian had seen Nangong Qian's Hidden Guard Shang many times, and he knew that every single one of them were elites. Now that they were able to compete in a fair and square manner, Shang Gong was looking forward to it.

"Oh?" Then let's bet on our own subordinates winning? " When the crowd heard the bet between the crown prince and Prince Qian, regardless of whether it was the Blood Shang Army or the Prince Qian's secret guards, they were all seething with excitement. Each of them wanted to fight for their master's face, to shake the class!

"Of course, whoever's subordinate kills more assassins will win!" Nangong Qian said, her phoenix eyes brimming with a smile. As for the assassins outside, they were dissatisfied.

"What about the stakes?" Shang didn't have the heart to ask for a reason. She knew that Nangong Qian was digging a pit for her. However, seeing Nangong Qian's appearance, Shang Tong was still very willing to jump into the pit. Otherwise, she would have rejected him long ago.

Nangong Qian smiled, not hiding his intentions, "If you lose, go to Nangong Nation and accompany me for seven days before returning. If I lose, I will accompany you back to Shang Country to accompany you for seven days!" Although he really wanted to wait a little longer, but he knew Shang's unintentional identity, Nangong Qian still knew his limits.

Shang's heart skipped a beat as he held up his teacup, his eyes were covered by the mist and his face was filled with laughter. "Sounds like I was the one who was at a disadvantage!" However, I accept the bet! " So many things could happen to this man just because he wanted her to accompany him. This really gave her a headache.

The outsiders listened closely to the voices in the carriages. Then they saw the Blood Shang Army and Dark Guards, who had been friendly with each other along the way, now smile disdainfully at each other. In an instant, they turned from brothers to enemies.

"Everyone, listen up! Fight for the prince! " Ye Zichen waved his hand.

"Fight for the prince! Fight for the prince! " This time, they were not like how they used to. They must perform well and not lose face for the Prince, or else the Prince would be oppressed by Prince Shang from now on.

He fearlessly looked at the group of dark guards and disdainfully pulled out his sword. His elegant voice carried a trace of heroic spirit. "Brothers, snatch back Prince Qian and warm up the bed for the crown prince!" This sentence received a great deal of approval from the Blood Shang Army.

Shang Bin did not expect Wu Xin to say such words, but Nangong Qian did not get angry. In any case, wasn't this what he planned to do from the beginning? It didn't matter who warmed the bed, as long as the person was in the bed.

"How did you turn your Blood Shang Army into a bandit?" Nangong Qian said with a smile. However, it must be said that this kind of roguish Blood Shang Army was more courageous. They seemed to have something more loyal than a loyal dark guard.

Shang was not in the mood to deny it. As long as this group of people were profitable, he did not mind if their characters were kind or fierce. After all, a tiger with a tooth pulled out could still be called a tiger? Although the current Blood Shang Army could not be called a qualified soldier, it was still a sharp blade that was hard to come by.

"It's so comfortable looking at it like this!" Shang Wuxin said indifferently. Unlike the calm and leisurely atmosphere in the carriage, the outside of the carriage could be heard the sounds of battle. One had to know that the assassin who had come to stab and wound them was truly extraordinary. Even if he were to fight against the Blood Shang Army and the Dark Guards, he must not be underestimated.

Although the weapons of the Blood Shang Army varied, they were sharp, and many of their moves were filled with viciousness. If there were people who could not withstand them, then there would be brothers who would rush forward to fight with two others.

Every single one of them were expressionless as they could only know how to kill the current soldier. Compared to the Blood Shang Army that sometimes lacked such skills, the dark guards were clearly much better, and this was also the result of Nangong Qian's years of training.

"Crown Prince, do we need to keep him alive?" Dauntless stood outside the carriage and watched as only a few assassins remained. However, in his eyes, he admired the secret guards of the Philo-King Manor. The Blood Shang Army worked very hard everyday, but they did not want to compete with them.

"No need!" The one who answered was Nangong Qian, while Shang Wuxin was eating the snacks on the horse carriage. Since he knew who was behind this, there was no need to leave an assassin behind.

Because there were only a few assassins left, the Blood Shang Army and the hidden guards were constantly fighting to kill. Later on, they would sometimes actually fight, but the Blood Shang Army and the hidden guards were not unreasonable and would not attack ruthlessly. After all the assassins were dealt with, the only thing that could be seen was the piles of corpses.

Someone was already counting, and then the curtain of the carriage was pulled open, and a strong smell of blood rushed into Shang's nose. Shang Wuxin frowned as he looked at the group, then saw the Blood Sang Army lowering their heads while the dark guards grinned in excitement.

"Crown Prince!" The secret guard of the Philo-King Mansion has won! " Fearless said apologetically. Although the crown prince had told them early on that losing was not scary, losing face in front of the crown prince's beloved still made the Blood Shang Army sad.

Shang Tong did not get angry nor did he get angry. He merely nodded his head and said, "Victory is a common occurrence, but this time I have lost. Next time, you have to bring my reputation back!" Shang Wuxin looked at the lowered head of the Blood Shang Army and indeed, he saw them solemnly declare, "We will not disappoint you, Crown Prince!"

"No fear, bring someone over to bring Qiu Rongrong over!" Since you have the guts to assassinate me, how can you not pay a price? " It seemed like she did not even hear what she said to Qiuyi.

"Yes sir!"

Nangong Qian put down the carriage curtain and ordered, "Return!" If one were to listen carefully, one would be able to hear the happiness in Nangong Qian's tone. Normally, he and Shang Wu Xin did not spend much time together, and every time they were not together, he would miss this calamity.

Just like that, Shang who was supposed to return home, went to the State of Nan Gong and stayed there for seven days. Of course, Shang had no intention to stay in Nangong Country and did not spread the news. Although many people in Nangong Country knew about it, those outside did not.

"Let's go!" Nangong Qian led Shang Wuxin's hand and openly entered the palace.

After a few days of travelling, the wagon stopped before the Philo-King Manor, and the carriage was still the same cold and solemn appearance as before. Shang Xin followed behind Nangong Qian as they alighted from the horse carriage. Smiling, he asked, "It's fine if you don't ascend to the throne, but you don't live in the palace?" Shang was curious about this point.

"I'm used to it!" Compared to the vast imperial palace, Nangong Qian was a person who had lived in the Philo-King Manor for many years. Moreover, the guards in the Philo-King Manor were his trusted aides. For the suspicious Nangong Qian, it was much safer.

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