After traveling through time, I became the aunt of the loyal dog emperor

Frightened, she didn't even have time to feel the pain, but her whole body was already filled with fear. As if she had lost her support and fell to the ground in the snow, Wan Ning stretched out her hand to cover the wound from the arrow, but her trembling fingertips would not obey.

Ziheng panicked, and before she fainted, he put his arm around her waist and held Wan Ning in his arms. His face turned pale, and he immediately went to check Wan Ning's wound, but before he even touched her, she cried out in pain.

"Zi... Ziheng, am I... am I going to... die?" Wan Ning pointed at the red mark on the ground and asked Ziheng in a trembling voice.

Recalling what had just happened, after coming out of the tunnel, Ziheng keenly recognized the discordant "whistle" in the wilderness. He was very familiar with this sound, which he used as a "lullaby" in the military camp and on the battlefield when he was a teenager. So he immediately realized that there was an ambush around him. The assassination of the emperor has been a common occurrence since he ascended the throne. This time he was calm and not afraid, but he also responded carefully, so he pretended to lure the enemy to reveal his flaws.

Ziheng secretly observed the terrain and moved carefully. There was silence all around him. Suddenly, a familiar voice came from far behind him. She called her name anxiously: "Ziheng - Ziheng -"

"Yan Yan!" Ziheng muttered doubtfully. Although he suspected that he had heard wrongly, he immediately became anxious, fearing that the killer would change his target. So Ziheng hid from Wan Ning and deliberately walked towards an open area, hoping to attract the killer's attention. At the same time, he held the sword tightly in his hand and carefully identified the position of the criminal, guarding against the arrows that might fly at any time.

drip-drip-drip-

Time passed by minute by minute, but the killer still did not make any new moves. Ziheng bet that the killer's patience would soon run out, so he wanted to give him some stimulation to force him to make a move. So he secretly grabbed a handful of snow, rolled it into a tight block, and planned to throw it towards the killer's hiding place. Now he was afraid that he was also a frightened bird, so he took advantage of the killer's panic to hit him head-on.

"Ziheng! I finally found you." At this moment, Wan Ning's surprised and relieved voice sounded behind him.

Ziheng glanced in the direction of the killer, threw away the snow in his hand that he was going to use to divert attention, and then smiled lovingly and turned back. In the vast snow, Wan Ning was running towards him in a red dress, her skirt sweeping through the loose snow and raising dust, but the expression on her face could not be seen clearly against the light.

Suddenly he was a little confused and absent-minded, as if he had traveled through time and space, and it was difficult for him to move. The scene of Wan Ning running towards him was so familiar, as if he had experienced it countless times. Different times and spaces intersected, and each time was so clear as if it had just happened in front of him, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not remember what happened next.

"Hurry, run forward." I don't know who was talking, but as soon as the words fell, Ziheng came to his senses immediately and looked anxiously in the direction of Wan Ning.

The assassin in the dark let go of his hand and the arrow flew through the layers of snow with a whistle, flying straight towards him. At that moment, Ziheng was glad that the assassin was targeting him and Wan Ning was safe. With a smile on his face, he held the sword tightly in his right hand and concentrated on dealing with the attack.

She had never expected that Wan Ning's purpose of coming here today was to save him, so when she saw the arrow leaving the bow, she had no idea at all, and she instinctively flew in front of Zi Heng. Zi Heng reacted in time and grabbed Wan Ning's arm, but it was too late. The arrow accurately pierced her body, and blood slowly dripped along the arrow shaft.

Wan Ning was shocked by her own behavior of standing up for herself. She couldn't believe that she could do such a thing. She was trembling with fear. Ziheng immediately supported her body and carried her to a safe place.

"Ziheng... Ziheng... am I... going to die?" Wan Ning asked in a trembling voice, and then began to cry loudly.

Ziheng comforted her softly, "No, it won't, Yanyan, you'll be fine." At the same time, he checked her wounds while she wasn't paying attention. Suddenly, he found that the arrow shaft stuck in her chest was shaking from side to side, and there was surprisingly little blood dripping on the ground. There must be a clue.

Without paying attention to anything, Ziheng stretched out his hand to touch the arrow. At the critical moment of life and death, Wan Ning reacted very quickly, and immediately sat up from Ziheng's arms to stop him, shouting anxiously: "Don't pull it out, don't pull it out now, it will bleed faster if you pull it out."

Seeing her so full of energy, Ziheng felt relieved. A smile appeared on his face and his eyes were always fixed on Wan Ning.

This smile actually annoyed Wan Ning. She said angrily, "I'm dying after being shot by an arrow, and you're still smiling? It's said that a friend in need is a friend indeed. I think you're always pretending, and your true colors showed today."

Ziheng smiled and shook his head. He held Wan Ning's hand and touched the arrow shaft stuck in her body, ignoring her objection. He said, "Yan Yan, you won't die, I promise. Take another closer look."

"Huh?" Wan Ning was surprised and immediately touched it back and forth with her palm until she confirmed that the arrow only penetrated the thick clothes and did not hurt her chest at all. She grasped the arrow feather part and pulled it back hard and easily escaped.

Wan Ning curiously reached her hand into her clothes and took out the butterfly jade pendant that saved her life from the pocket on her chest. She remembered that she took out the jade pendant before leaving the palace in exchange for the qualification to leave the palace. Because the guards did not recognize her and the situation was rather urgent, she just casually put it in her chest pocket. Unexpectedly, it actually saved her life.

But jade is fragile after all, so Wan Ning immediately took it in her hand to touch it and then checked it under her eyes. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with it. Not giving up, she held the butterfly jade pendant in front of her eyes and used the sun's refraction to check if there was any hidden damage. Sure enough, there was an inconspicuous irregular crack in the center of the butterfly jade pendant.

"Ziheng, the butterfly jade pendant you gave me has a crack." Wan Ning stared at the crack inside and suddenly felt somewhat familiar.

"Yanyan, if it can save you, it's worth it. It's dangerous here, get on the horse and I'll take you back."

Wan Ning was brainstorming frantically in her mind, and suddenly an idea flashed in her mind. She picked up the arrow to compare the cracks on the butterfly jade pendant. She imagined the middle part falling off. Isn't this the appearance of the butterfly jade pendant that brought her and Jiang Zhifan through time?

"Could it be that the hole in the middle of the butterfly jade pendant was pierced by an arrow? Judging from the edge of the fracture surface, it is indeed possible. Moreover, Jiang Zhifan once mentioned that the butterfly jade pendant was picked up from the battlefield and then split into two halves by his ancestor. Besides, swords on the battlefield have no eyes. So, who brought it to the battlefield?"

“Yanyan! Yanyan!”

Wan Ning was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't hear Ziheng's anxious call. When she came to her senses, she realized that she had fallen down in the snow again. Ziheng held her in his arms, his face full of anxiety, and he called her name anxiously.

"I...what happened to me?" Wan Ning asked softly, and suddenly she felt confused and her wrist was in excruciating pain. She raised her left hand tremblingly and found that there was a scratch on her wrist that was bleeding, and the area around the wound had turned black.

"It's okay, Yanyan, don't be afraid, Yanyan, don't be afraid."

Ziheng comforted her while taking out a bottle from his pocket and pouring white powder on her wound, then tore off a strip of cloth from her clothes and tied it up randomly. Then he immediately picked her up and jumped on the horse. With the rustling sound of the horse's hooves stepping on the snow, Wan Ning's consciousness became more and more blurred.

No one could hear the words he muttered.