Crossing the World: This Prince is a Little Sweet

After a while, Jian Xing appeared in front of Murong Xue.

"See you, Miss..."

“Jian Xing, what’s going on with these assassinations?

Why is Chu Xi still able to appear in front of me?"

"I'm sorry, Miss. I underestimated Miss Chu's strength."

"Doesn't she know martial arts?

Killing her wasn't an easy task.

How come we can't get rid of her even with so many people?"

Murong Xue became a little excited again, picked up an inkstone and threw it at Jian Xing.

Jian Xing didn't dodge, and when he was hit in the chest, he just groaned.

"This Miss Chu is quite lucky.

Both times, I was rescued.”

"Oh, who is it?"

"The second prince of the Snow Country, Nangong Yu."

“Nangong Yu?

The one with silver hair?"

Murong Xue was surprised.

"Yes."

“What about last time?

Didn’t I ask you to arrange the person with the best martial arts skills to assassinate him?

I remember that the place where the prime minister's residence turns is the only way to enter the palace.

Why did she escape even though it was hidden there?"

“At the time of the assassination, Yan Jingshuo’s carriage happened to pass by there.

That’s why… no one can come back alive.”

Jian Xing couldn't help but sigh that Chu Xi's luck was extremely good and he was able to escape danger every time.

"Then you go and follow her yourself, and strike immediately when you find the opportunity.

If you fail again, you will be beheaded."

Jian Xing frowned and glanced at the woman in the room, then responded faintly.

"Yes."

"Tao'er, clean up."

Murong Xue had calmed down at this time, as if she was not the one who went crazy just now.

He turned around and stared at a painting hanging on the wall obsessively, his thoughts lost in memories.

In the suburbs, a little girl of six or seven years old fell under a big tree because she ran too fast.

He accidentally fell and injured himself.

“Wow, it hurts…”

Murong Xue looked at her bleeding hands and knees, and the pain made her tears flow uncontrollably.

After sitting for a while and seeing that no one came to see her, she had to stand up by herself.

As soon as she stood up, she saw the lake not far away.

There was a boy about seventeen or eight years old practicing martial arts. The boy was very handsome.

He was three times more handsome than the girl. The sword in his hand was vigorous and powerful, which immediately attracted the girl's attention.

The girl fell in love with the boy at first sight. He was so handsome that she wanted to make him her own.

She was hesitating whether to go up and say hello.

A very beautiful woman appeared and she slowly walked to the boy.

Said softly:

"Shuo'er, are you tired?

Take a break now."

The woman gently wiped the sweat from the boy's forehead with a handkerchief, very gently.

"Mother, Shuo'er is not tired."

"Let's go back."

The woman took the boy's hand, turned and left.

Little Murong Xue just stared at them as they left.

Later, after asking around many times, I found out that the boy was the current seventh prince, Yan Jingshuo.

At that time, she vowed to do everything she could to win him over and make him his wife.

No one can stop me.

Murong Xue was lost in the memories, and kept muttering:

"He is mine, and I am his princess."

On the busy street, a handsome young man was waving a folding fan in his hand.

From time to time, he would throw a wink to the little girls on the street, making the girls' hearts beat fast and their faces blush.

"Miss, can we keep a low profile?"

Shaoyao nervously tugged at Chu Xi's clothes, as if she was afraid of being discovered.

Zi Yi looked calm and followed them slowly.

Ever since what happened this morning, I feel that there is nothing Chu Xi can't do.

"Sir, come on..."

"Sir, come on..."

Several prostitutes dressed in gorgeous clothes were soliciting customers at the door of the brothel.

Chu Xi happened to pass by, and as soon as he stopped, several of them grabbed his arms from both sides.