The daughter of the emperor was reborn and was spoiled by the sickly prince.

Gu Mingzhao glanced at the book, quickly moved away, and said, "Take it away."

His voice was as hoarse as the rustling of dry leaves in the autumn wind, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

Qing Feng was somewhat surprised when he saw the rare expression on Gu Mingzhao's frosty face.

"Your Highness, you have never spoken since you came to the fighting arena. This is the first time you have spoken to a subordinate."

Gu Mingzhao closed his eyes again and calmed himself down.

He also realized that his emotions were fluctuating.

He didn't want anyone to peek into his heart.

Qing Feng did not give up and continued, "I know that when you were in the Prime Minister's Mansion, Miss Liao took good care of you, and she was so beautiful. Your Highness is still young, so it is normal for you to be tempted. But you bear the blood feud of Long Yuan, so you cannot indulge in love!"

Gu Mingzhao didn't like hearing others say that he was attracted to Liao Qinglan, so he opened his eyes and looked cold.

"I don't need to explain to you what I think." Although his voice was hoarse, his tone was unquestionable.

Qing Feng couldn't help but remind him, "You have to remember that Liao Qinglan is a woman from the Central Plains! Princess Hongye was deceived by a man from the Central Plains, which led to the extermination of the Longyuan clan. You can't follow in the princess's footsteps!"

Qingfeng says these words every day, and he is tired of hearing them.

"If you don't leave, I will give up the duel tomorrow. When the time comes, you can avenge your Long Yuan in your dream." Gu Mingzhao's face was very ugly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

The underground fighting arena is a place full of blood and cruelty.

Here, life and death are just a matter of a moment.

If the opponent does not kill you, there is still a chance of survival even if you lose the duel.

Giving up is a more terrible choice than losing a duel.

In such a fierce fight, there is naturally a game of winning and losing.

The organizer opened the odds, and everyone who participated in the fight placed countless bets.

Once you give up, it means you lose all your bets.

Those gamblers who have lost all their money will ruthlessly tear apart those who have given up.

Qing Feng saw that Gu Mingzhao didn't want to continue the conversation, so he bowed deeply, said "I'll take my leave", and turned to leave the room.

When facing Gu Mingzhao, Qingfeng always feels powerless.

He didn't understand why Gu Mingzhao was unmoved by the suffering Long Yuan had endured.

I also don’t understand why Gu Mingzhao got so angry over some trivial matters.

His thoughts couldn't help but drift back to the day when Gu Mingzhao left the Prime Minister's Mansion and went with him.

"Qing Feng, have you been looking for me all this time?"

This was the first sentence Gu Mingzhao said to him after seeing him.

Qing Feng shook his head: "Yes, Your Highness, I know that you and Madam Du have left the palace, so I followed all possible clues to find Madam Du's whereabouts."

"How long have you been looking for us?" Gu Mingzhao continued to ask.

Qing Feng recalled this long period of time and replied, "Since Princess Hongye passed away, I began to look for you and Aunt Du for nine years. However, when I arrived, she had already passed away. Later, I searched for you for more than ten years like looking for a needle in a haystack."

A smile appeared in Gu Mingzhao's eyes: "Then do you know where Madam Du is buried? Have you ever paid tribute to her?"

Qing Feng was slightly stunned. He had never thought about this question.

For him, the only task is to find the bloodline of Princess Hongye and avenge Long Yuan.

As for Nanny Du, she was never within his consideration.

He answered honestly: "Madame Du failed to take good care of His Highness and is Long Yuan's sinner. Why should we hold a memorial service for her?"

When Gu Mingzhao heard this answer, he suddenly laughed out loud.

When he had finished laughing, his face suddenly darkened and his voice became cold to the bone: "Long Yuan's sinner? Do you know how difficult it is for her, an old woman who can't speak, to raise a child?"

Seeing Qing Feng didn't say anything, Gu Mingzhao continued, "She took me to the mountains every day to pick wild fruits to fill our stomachs, and to dig herbs to sell to the pharmacy for a little money. We were old and young, and the merchants would wantonly lower our prices, and we were powerless to do anything."

"She worked so hard to raise me, and you dare to call her a sinner?"

Qing Feng was startled by Gu Mingzhao's anger and explained: "My mission is to find His Highness and revive Long Yuan. Nothing else matters."

Gu Mingzhao sneered: "Reviving Longyuan? You always say these words and never think about really understanding me."

"Do you know where Aunt Du is buried? She is buried at the foot of a mountain in Jiangnan, which is the private land of the Cao family, a wealthy merchant in Jiangnan. In order to bury her, I sold myself to the Cao family. If you ask where Aunt Du is buried, you can follow the clues to find me."

Qing Feng remained silent.

It turned out that he once had the opportunity to find clues, but he ignored it.

"You said how hard you tried to find me, but you showed no respect to the old lady who took care of me since I was a child. You deserve that you can't find me!"

Qing Feng lowered his head and said, "Your Highness, I'm sorry."

Gu Mingzhao thought of the hunched figure who had always protected him, and his tone softened: "She always wanted to return to her hometown. I don't know where her hometown is. You should take her body back and bury her."

"No!" Qing Feng rejected it without hesitation, "Your Highness, the most important thing right now is that you quickly become a real warrior. Everything else can wait until later."

When Gu Mingzhao heard his answer, he couldn't believe his ears and felt that all he had said for half a day was in vain.

He was so angry that he laughed wildly, and his laughter was filled with endless ridicule and sadness.

His whole life was indeed a joke.

He has been lonely since childhood, surrounded by deception and exploitation.

In the end, because of this bloodline, he was forced to become a tool of revenge.

He was laughing so hard that he fainted.

He was detained in the Dali Temple for too long, his wounds had not healed, and coupled with his drastic mood swings, he was unconscious for half a month.

When he woke up again, he found that his injuries had almost healed and he was lying in a dark and cramped little room.

Qing Feng calmly explained to him how to survive in the underground fighting arena.

Gu Mingzhao looked at Qingfeng's face and was a little dazed for a moment.

Obviously, he was completely different from the wealthy businessman named Cao. When he just woke up, he felt that Qingfeng's face overlapped with the wealthy businessman's.

Even this small room is very similar to the brightly lit and night-filled room where I was kept.

It's just being transferred from one cage to another.

From then on, no matter what Qing Feng said, Gu Mingzhao never responded to him again.