My Years in the Jianghu with the Prince: A Time of Unethical Conduct

Chapter 183 Recollection Part 2.6 - First Meeting

A sinister smile slowly crept onto his lips. "Fine, this prince will reluctantly grant you a complete corpse today."

"Tie him up tightly."

The guards moved swiftly, and in no time, Chu Ling was firmly bound, leaving him no chance to struggle.

Fu Zhijie turned around with a cold smile, and led a group of guards to drag Chu Ling to the edge of the pond.

He stood by the pond, raised his chin at the guard holding Chu Ling down, and the guard nodded knowingly, then suddenly grabbed Chu Ling's hair.

The next second, they forcefully pushed his head into the water!

Chu Ling struggled to get up, but someone held his neck down tightly, and no matter how much he thrashed about, he couldn't get out of the water.

He was only pulled up again when his movements became smaller and smaller and he gradually lost the strength to struggle.

But before he could catch his breath, he was shoved back into the water.

This cycle repeats.

Seeing Chu Ling being pinned down by the pond by the guards, his disgusting face now hanging down like a dead dog, Fu Zhijie's hatred lessened slightly.

He laughed heartily, carefully appreciating Chu Ling's current appearance. Just as he was about to say something more, he suddenly met Chu Ling's gaze again.

Even after being treated this way, there was still no sign of submission in her eyes.

Like a predatory beast waiting to pounce, it only takes one opportunity to bare its fangs and seize the chance to bite back.

Fu Zhijie was startled, and the smile on his face froze instantly. After a moment of stunned silence, he shouted at his men with a grim expression, "Throw him into the water!"

Upon receiving the order, the guards exchanged glances, then hesitated in their actions.

If he were just an ordinary person, it wouldn't be a problem, but this person's identity is unusual. What if something happens...?

Fu Zhijie naturally noticed their hesitation, and his face instantly turned extremely gloomy. "What? Are my words no longer valid?"

"Or would any of you like to take his place and go for a soak?"

Upon hearing this, the guards gasped and, without hesitation, swiftly threw Chu Ling into the water.

The icy cold pool water rushed into Chu Ling's nose and ears, causing him to cough violently.

But coughing caused him to inhale even more water.

Chu Ling instinctively tried to struggle, but his hands and feet were tightly bound, preventing him from making a splash.

A violent feeling of suffocation followed, and the pain, like a tidal wave, gradually overwhelmed his consciousness.

Chu Ling's struggling movements lessened until his figure disappeared underwater, and no more bubbles rose to the surface.

Fu Zhijie then withdrew his gaze with satisfaction and turned to leave.

Unexpectedly, a dark figure flashed past the bank and jumped into the pond with a "plop".

Although his speed wasn't particularly fast, it was so sudden that it caught everyone off guard and left them no time to react.

Fu Zhijie: "..."

"Just now... something jumped in?"

The guards said, "...Judging from his figure, it seems to be the Seventh Prince?"

Fu Zhijie: "How could this be—"

But he hadn't finished speaking.

The next moment, a group of palace servants rushed over, wailing and howling, which confirmed the guard's statement.

Just as Chu Ling felt his consciousness fading away, he vaguely saw a dark figure plunge into the pond.

The dark figure moved with incredible speed, swimming up to him in the blink of an eye.

Then, a pair of hands tightly grabbed his falling body, trying to swim upwards.

But the person who came was obviously much smaller than him. After all that effort, he not only failed to pull Chu Ling up, but was also dragged down with him.

Chu Ling: "..."

Despite being at a critical moment of life and death, this incident inexplicably eased his mind. If the timing hadn't been unfavorable, he probably would have actually laughed out loud.

However, he was already exhausted at this moment, his eyelids slowly closed, and his vision was already blurred.

Just as darkness was slowly engulfing Chu Ling's consciousness, he suddenly felt a soft, fleshy sensation coming from his mouth.

Air flowed in from where they were touching, and Chu Ling opened his eyes again.

The water rippled, and sunlight was reflected into it.

A fair and delicate face suddenly appeared before him. Chu Ling was very close to him, and their eyes met.

But before the two could get close for long, a sharp, explosive sound suddenly came from above the pond.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people jumped into the water one after another, like dumplings being dropped into boiling water.

The pond probably never imagined that it would one day be overcrowded with people.

Soon, Chu Ling and the seventh prince, who had almost gotten himself killed while trying to save someone, were pulled ashore by the palace servants.

A group of people immediately rushed over with expressions of fear and surrounded Fu Tingyu.

"Ahhh! Seventh Prince, are you alright?!"

"Quickly send someone to fetch the imperial physician!"

"My God?! How could you jump into the water by yourself?! What if something happened?!"

Under the shocked gazes of everyone, Fu Tingyu, soaking wet, scratched his head awkwardly, turned his face away, and muttered softly, "I almost forgot, I'm still a child."

He coughed awkwardly, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Chu Ling, who was lying on the ground unattended.

He immediately got up, pushed aside the group of palace servants who surrounded him, and ran to Chu Ling's side.

While unconscious, Chu Ling, lying on the ground, could vaguely feel that someone had patted him a few times and then pressed hard on his chest and abdomen.

After repeating this several times, a fishy-sweet taste mixed with pool water surged up from my stomach.

He instinctively turned his head away and spat out several mouthfuls of water.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Chu Ling frowned, and finally opened his tightly closed eyes.

The next second, he met Fu Tingyu's bright eyes.

"How are you? Is anything bothering you?"

Chu Ling: "You..."

He tried to get up, but unexpectedly he was still tied up. He used too much force and bounced like a dying shrimp before lying back down with a "thud".

Fu Tingyu: "...Ah, sorry, I forgot to untie it for you."

However, before Fu Tingyu could untie Chu Ling, a group of palace servants rushed over in a hurry, picked up Fu Tingyu, and hurried back.

"Wait, wait, bring him along too!"

So Chu Ling was also picked up and carried away by the crowd.

Amidst the jolts, Chu Ling half-opened his eyes and looked back.

Although he couldn't see it very clearly, he could clearly sense that Fu Zhijie, who had been successfully ignored, was looking in his direction.

His gaze was like a knife, cold and ruthless, piercing Fu Tingyu.