Time Travel: Brothel Maid

Chapter 180 Any Regrets?

After Xiao Guoer simply treated his injuries, she turned her attention to the environment they were in. After looking around, she looked up at the entrance of the cave.

"Your Majesty, is there any way you can get up to such a high cave? With your martial arts skills, can you fly up there?"

The complicated thoughts in Zhao Yunrong's mind were suddenly interrupted. He looked at the person in front of him. The pair of clear eyes stared at him expectantly. He felt that his firm will seemed to be disintegrating bit by bit, and the irritability in his heart became even more severe.

"No!" The Eighth Prince, who usually did not show his emotions, answered in a stiff tone with a sullen face.

Xiao Guoer just thought that he was in a bad mood because of the pain from the wound on his body, and did not take his angry tone to heart.

"Then what should we do?"

"Wait to die!"

Zhao Yunrong said this, but his face did not show the slightest sign of anxiety or panic.

He knew that his two guards were no match for the four assassins, and it wouldn't be long before the assassins would start searching the bushes. Their landing here was actually a blessing in disguise.

The entrance of this cave is not big and is hidden very deeply. It is difficult to be found if you don't look for it deliberately.

The assassins might not discover the existence of this cave, and even if they accidentally discovered it, they might not be able to perceive the mystery inside it. Because from above, it is impossible to see the entire interior of the cave. The shape of this cave is like a porcelain bottle with a wide base and a narrow mouth. As long as they hide inside, the assassins will find it difficult to find their traces.

As time goes by, more and more officers and soldiers will come to search for him, and there will be fewer and fewer assassins, and then they will be rescued.

Xiao Guoer had no idea what he was thinking. Seeing that he remained silent, she became increasingly panicked and frightened, fearing that she might die here.

She had a sad face, tears welling up in her eyes, and her voice was clearly sobbing: "I really don't want to die... I still have a lot of money to spend... I haven't even seen Jingchen for the last time..."

Zhao Yunrong looked at the boy with a wrinkled face, who looked like he was about to cry and was babbling nonsense, and he felt even more annoyed.

I couldn't help but yell, "It's not time to die yet! Shut up!"

Xiao Guoer was still excited and scared, and at the same time, she felt a little strange. They were in such a desperate situation, how could the Eighth Prince be so indifferent? She couldn't stop mumbling, "Your Highness, don't you want to see Miss Xie for the last time? If we die like this, don't you have any regrets?"

Zhao Yunrong was stunned when he heard this. The first question was undoubtedly correct, but the second question... did he have any regrets? Of course he did. He had not even taken that position yet, and he died in such a cowardly way. He was afraid that he would die with regrets.

I could hear that dejected voice again, "Hey, in a place like this, I'm afraid no one would find us even if we died, right?"

Xiao Guoer kept looking up, like a frog trapped at the bottom of a well, trying to find a glimmer of hope.

Zhao Yunrong no longer paid attention to her sighs, and sat down on the ground, starting to meditate and regulate his breathing.

Without getting a response, Xiao Guoer's sadness actually subsided a lot. Looking at the calm man, her heart gradually calmed down.

Anyway, they had no way to get up for the time being, and there was no point in worrying. She might as well save some energy and see if she could think of any other solution.

Furthermore, although this man said "waiting to die", his state did not look like waiting to die at all. Maybe he had some method that he just didn't want to tell her!

Zhao Yunrong concentrated on regulating his internal breath. After about an hour had passed, he slowly opened his eyes and saw Xiao Guoer sitting on the ground, quietly eating snacks in small bites. There was no trace of the panic on her face as she had just fallen. Her cheeks were puffy, like a quiet little hamster.

The man's gaze was so strong that Xiao Guoer felt his real sight almost the moment he opened his eyes and looked at her.

Xiao Guoer swallowed the snack crumbs in her mouth and handed the remaining snacks in her hand to the man with a flattering smile.

"Your Highness, please eat something. Fortunately, I was smart enough to bring these snacks with me, otherwise we would have gone hungry!"

The sky had gradually darkened, and it was probably dusk, but Zhao Yunrong still clearly caught a glimpse of something strange on the face of the person in front of him.

He narrowed his eyes, his pupils contracted, and his sharp eyes like a falcon were fixed on the scar on Xiaoguoer's left cheek that was slightly different from usual.

The scar seemed to have been bumped and broken again, and the skin at the edge was slightly lifted up, but it didn't look like an injury. The skin there didn't turn red or bleed, but was white unlike other parts of the face.

Xiao Guoer saw that he opened his eyes but didn't say anything, and ignored all her words and snacks. He just kept staring at her, and that look gave her a creepy feeling of danger for no reason.

"My Lord?"

Zhao Yunrong tried hard to suppress the curiosity surging in his heart, lowered his eyes to look at the snack in the handkerchief in his palm, picked up a piece, slowly put it into his mouth and chewed it carefully.

After that dangerous gaze left her face, Xiao Guoer relaxed again as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her.

Seeing that the Eighth Prince seemed to be in a better mood after eating some snacks, he asked again, "Prince, are we really going to wait for death here? Is there really no way for you to climb up? Or do you have any way to contact your people? Uh... For example, do you have something like a smoke bomb that can transmit a signal?"