Quick Travel: The host guides the villain’s love life

After the palace banquet was over, Lin Muan left the palace and gave instructions about Yu.

Just as Lin Muan got on the carriage, someone lifted the curtain and came in.

"You want to choose the princess?"

"No, I have to be chosen by Empress Dowager De as my concubine. The other concubines will not cause trouble."

Wanyan Yu was temporarily relieved when he heard what he said.

"What...are you looking for me all of a sudden?" Lin Mu'an raised the curtain and looked outside. Seeing that there was no one outside, he felt a little relieved.

Wanyanyu didn't wear a mask and showed his true appearance.

Wanyan Yu was stunned for a moment, and he forgot about it in a hurry.

Although he didn't know why he was anxious when he heard that the palace banquet was to choose a concubine for the prince.

"You came... just to ask this?" Lin Muan's hand hidden under his sleeves was held tighter.

Wanyan Yu looked at Lin Muan, and he didn't understand even more why he came, and it was just to ask this question.

"If there's nothing else, just go down." Lin Mu'an lowered his head slightly, staring at his sleeves, his voice calm.

Wan Yanyu opened his mouth. In his current capacity, he really didn't know what to ask or what to say.

The carriage stopped at a place with few people. Wanyanyu got off the carriage and turned to look at the carriage that was driving slowly.

Lin Muan relaxed in the carriage and leaned against the wall.

"It's really not careful at all..."

He knew that Wanyan Yu came here in a hurry, but he didn't even try to cover it up... It was a good thing that no one else saw him, otherwise it would be bad for both of them.

One is a hostage from another country, and the other is the prince of the current dynasty.

Even though he was an unpopular prince, he could never mix with the proton.

Trouble is not trouble to him, but it is trouble to Wanyan Yu.

No one can kill him unless he wants to die.

"Your Highness, we have arrived."

Lin Mu'an came back to his senses and was about to lift the curtain to get out of the carriage, when an arrow came towards him.

He turned slightly sideways, and the arrow was set into the wood.

"Your Highness." Su Yue glanced around and glanced at Lin Mu'an.

"Leave one alive for questioning." Lin Muan sighed and said calmly.

"Yes." Su Yue responded and rushed out like an arrow.

After she rushed out, the killer in the dark thought he had a chance to win, but after them, another wave of people appeared.

Lin Mu'an glanced indifferently, raised his feet and continued to get off the carriage.

"Clean up later." Lin Muan's voice was cold and emotionless.

I don’t know who sent him this time. Killing every day, day after day, night after night is extremely boring.

Lin Muan gently shook the folding fan in his hand, and a long sword was slashed at him. Lin Muan closed the folding fan and easily blocked it with the handle.

The assassin was startled and raised his sword to strike again.

Lin Mu'an turned sideways, looked at the slash marks on the fan handle, and frowned displeased.

Gently shake the folding fan, and the smooth outlet slides out with a sharp blade.

When the assassin's sword hilt fell, Lin Mu'an waved the folding fan, and the sharp blade on the fan tip cut the assassin's neck.

Blood spurted out, and Lin Muan quickly opened the folding fan to cover his face.

"It's a waste of a good folding fan, a good fan..." Lin Mu soothed the blood stains on the folding fan, broke the folding fan into two pieces, and threw it down lightly.

Lin Mu'an returned to his house and closed the door, blocking out the bloody storm outside.

The assassin never imagined that Lin Muan, a weak and boneless useless prince, could kill someone with just one move.

After the beating was over, the street outside was stained with blood, and it took some time to wash it off.

I asked the only assassin left alive and he said he was sent by the second prince.

Lin Mu'an didn't understand what these princes who were almost forty were doing. He was just a useless person. He was already like this. Isn't it obvious? He didn't want the throne.

But it can't be that there are no injuries at all. News can only be spread that he was stabbed last night and was seriously injured.

Lin Muan couldn't stay in the house for a whole month, so he wanted to go to Zhuangzi.

That's his home.

The Prince's Mansion was given by the emperor and could be taken back at any time.

……

Lin Muan stared at Wanyan Yu who was wearing a mask in front of him.

Although he knew that Wanyan Yu was worried about him and wanted to see if he was really injured, this confident look meant nothing.

"Why are you looking for me all of a sudden?" Lin Muan had no expression on his face, holding the tea cup and shaking it.

"I heard that His Highness was injured. Let's see if His Highness is dead." Wan Yanyu stared at Lin Muan and saw that he looked good, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"You have such a poisonous mouth." Lin Muan smiled and took a sip of tea.

"Your Highness is really not injured?" Wanyan Yu asked anyway, staring at him.

"Although I am weak, do you think I look injured?" Lin Mu'an smiled and looked away, "You seem to want me to get hurt."

"No, I just think His Highness is quite surprising." Wanyanyu glanced at Lin Muan's hand.

"Let's give it a try." Lin Mu'an put down the tea cup and stood up, completely ignoring whether Wanyan Yu agreed or not.

Wanyanyu smiled, stood up and followed Lin Muan without saying anything.

The two came to the school grounds.

Lin Mu'an took the folding fan handed by the attendant and pointed to the shelf where the weapons were placed, "Master Yu, just pick any weapon you want."

"Your Highness is very confident." Wanyan Yu looked at Lin Muan and glanced at the weapon rack.

"Of course." Lin Mu'an smiled confidently, unfolded the folding fan and took a look.

"Your Highness doesn't choose a weapon?" Wanyan Yu asked when he saw Lin Muan tinkering with his fan.

Lin Muan didn't answer, just smiled.

Wanyan Yu picked up a sword that was handy and made a gesture of invitation.

"Your Highness..."

Wanyan Yu wanted to ask Lin Muan to take action first, but Lin Muan took the lead without him having to say anything.

Wanyan Yu was stunned for a moment and raised his sword to block it. Then he saw clearly that there was a sharp edge on the edge of the folding fan in Lin Muan's hand.

"You think I'm weak, but I just use the folding fan to kill people." Lin Mu'an cried softly, then withdrew the folding fan, raised the folding fan with his backhand and hit Wanyan Yu's wrist.

Wanyan Yu was in pain, but he did not drop his sword and raised his hand to grab Lin Muan.

Lin Muan smiled and raised the folding fan without taking it seriously.

The two of them moved back and forth with one move after another.

For a while, it was hard to tell the winner.

But Lin Muan didn't want to play with him anymore, so he took a step back and reached out to hold Wanyan Yu's wrist. Wanyan Yu wanted to break free, but found that Lin Muan's grip was unusually tight.

Lin Mu'an smiled, and the sharp blade of the folding fan scratched Wanyan Yu's neck, leaving only a few drops of blood.

"That's how you killed him."

"Your Highness, didn't you use your inner strength?"

Wanyan Yu really didn't feel any inner strength in Lin Muan.

"Use it." Lin Muan put away the folding fan and glanced at the sharp blade.

Wanyan Yu threw the sword back to the weapon rack, a little unconvinced.

Lin Muan did not explain, but was very optimistic about the folding fan in his hand.

"This one is not easy to break and is made of fine wood." The attendant noticed Lin Muan's worry and explained.

Lin Muan nodded with a smile and put away the folding fan.