In danger, he traveled through time to save her, and the black-bellied prince doted on her

Mu Jinan came to her senses, turned around, hid behind the screen, and stretched out her hand towards the couch. Shuo Fengyue saw that her palm was still stained with blood and placed the bowl in her palm.

Mu Jinan poured another bowl of water. Shuo Fengyue spoke clearly from behind the screen, with a tentative tone:

"Your Highness Princess has said that you will not take off my mask. You mean it."

Mu Jinan felt a little guilty, but what could she do when she saw his appearance? He was still wearing a mask, so she could imagine his face to be like Huai Jin. She nodded and said confidently:

"Of course it is."

He asked one more question: "Are you my cousin?"

Shuo Fengyue's hoarse, questioning voice came from behind the screen:

"What cousin?"

Mu Jinan blew the scalding water and whispered:

"Nangong Yu"

Shuo Fengyue propped himself up and sat on the bed, brushing the white fox fur with his hands from time to time, shaking his head and saying:

“Never heard of this person”

Mu Jinan breathed a sigh of relief. The voice didn't look similar at all, and the body shape wasn't similar either. Huai Jin had magical powers, so it wasn't strange for him to let his men use poison.

She came behind the screen, hid her body behind it, and handed the water to him again. Shuo Fengyue took it. The water temperature was just right. A smile appeared on the corners of his thin lips, and his Adam's apple rolled as he drank it all.

He handed the bowl to her again, and said in a much lighter voice: "I want another bowl."

Mu Jinan nodded, took the bowl and poured another bowl of water. All that could be heard in the king's tent were the breathing of the two people, her footsteps, and the sound of pouring water...

She said in an unhappy voice: "Shuo Fengyue, you should have drunk enough water, do you want to drink more?"

Shuo Fengyue smiled faintly: "Then I won't drink it."

Mu Jinan heard that he could still laugh despite being so badly injured. She sighed, and perhaps to reassure her, she spoke more gently:

"I will read a book for a while, you take a rest."

Shuo Fengyue slowly lay down on his side, looked at her blurry figure through the screen, closed his eyes, and gradually heard the sound of his shallow breathing in his sleep.

.....

The sky gradually darkened. Meiluo was grinding ink at the desk. Mu Jinan picked up his pen and wrote three letters. There were a few small words on the envelopes:

"The King of Qi personally wrote to you"

"From Nangong Yu himself"

"Written by Wang Huaiyang himself"

She sealed the envelope and signaled Meiluo to send the letter out. While Shuofengyue was sleeping, she got up and walked out of the tent, followed by two assassins named Luosheng and Canying, both wearing masks.

Mu Jinan came to the outside of Li Yuanyang's tent. She was still wearing the red dress. Her shoulder, which was shot by an arrow, was in great pain. She heard the voices of several people talking inside. The warrior outside the king's tent stopped them and said,

"Princess, the king is resting. Please allow me to report to him."

When Mu Jinan nodded slightly, the assassins beside him covered the mouths of the two warriors tightly and hit them on the back of their necks, causing them to faint.

The remaining shadow of the assassin lifted the tent curtain, and several people in the tent were suddenly frightened. They looked at the beam of light behind her. Although it was a female figure, she was majestic and oppressive, and walked into the tent with a gloomy face.

Two assassins dragged the warrior in.

Mu Jinan looked at the people in front of her who were in collusion with each other and were a den of snakes and rats. Her eyes were full of contempt.

Li Heng's neck was wrapped in white cloth. Xiao Yan really pleased Li Yuanyang and was healing in his tent.

Li Yuanyang stood up and watched her break into the king's tent without notifying him. He then remembered how Xiao Yan was poisoned by her assassins and almost lost her life. He was furious and pointed at Mu Jinan and shouted:

"Princess, you are so arrogant and domineering. Did your emperor send you here to marry or to fight?"

Mu Jinan said nothing, walked around him and came to the couch, looking at Xiao Yan's lips which had gradually turned red, and her bright eyes with a faint smile, those beautiful eyes seemed to be able to speak, warm and bright.

Suddenly, she pulled out the dagger from her waist, and the blade flashed a ray of light that burned Xiao Yan's eyes, and he widened his eyes.

Mu Jinan gripped the dagger tightly, his bright eyes were cold, his sinister and sad red eyes looked like a madman, the smile on the corner of his lips disappeared, and the blade pierced directly to the right side of Xiao Yan's heart.

Mu Jinan covered his mouth tightly.

Xiao Yan's face was grim. She stretched out her arms to resist. Tears were pouring down her face. Her heart felt as if it was being torn apart. She cried out in pain:

"Ah" "Ah"

Mu Jinan curled her lips into a smile, and when she pulled out the dagger, blood splattered on her face.

Li Yuanyang clenched his fist, picked up the inkstone on the desk and wanted to smash it at Mu Jinan, shouting:

"Bitch, stop it!"

The remaining shadow of the assassin held Li Yuanyang's wrists with one hand and blocked his mouth with the other. He kicked forward with his feet continuously and one of his shoes fell off.

Li Yuanyang stared at her, watching her without any sign of stopping.

Li Heng on the side took a step back, his gentle face looked solemn and his eyebrows drooped slightly. This was the first time he felt afraid of her. In the past, he was the one who imprisoned her and beat her.

He felt a chill on his back and wanted to slip away quietly, but another assassin blocked his way and held him down with a slight force.

Mu Jinan held the dagger tightly, staring at the location of his organs. The girl's delicate and beautiful cheek was covered with blood. She stabbed into Xiao Yan's upper left abdomen again.

Xiao Yan's pants were soaked, his mouth was open and he couldn't close it, veins popped out on his forehead, and he shouted in a heart-wrenching voice:

"what"

Mu Jinan circled the dagger around his abdomen.

Xiao Yan's hands were pressed on the couch by her, and her mouth was blocked. He had just been poisoned and was no match for her. He felt pain all over his body as if something had fallen out. He said in a heart-wrenching voice:

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Mu Jinan pinched his neck with his hands, digging his nails into his neck veins, looking him straight in the eyes. The girl's voice was like a mountain stream turning into ice and piercing his whole body:

"It was you who gave King Xi the idea to drug this princess."

"The archers besieged and destroyed the marriage between the two tribes. They planned to attack You. They deserve to be killed."

"Killing you is like stepping on an ant"

"But this princess will not kill you, I will make you suffer."

She waved her sleeves, wiped the blood off her face with her clothes, slowly stood up, and walked towards Li Yuanyang. He involuntarily stepped back, fearing that the next knife would stab him.

Mu Jinan brushed the tip of the dagger across his clothes, and then he applied a little more force, feeling that the tip of the dagger was just about to pierce his heart. He said in a low voice:

"King Xi, take care of the dog around you"

"This princess will teach you a lesson today."

Li Yuanyang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her put away the dagger. He had just broken out in a cold sweat on his back.

Mu Jinan came in front of Li Heng, a smile appeared on the corner of her lips. The assassin held Li Heng hostage and covered his mouth.

Li Heng frowned. After not seeing her for a long time, she became more and more crazy. Looking at her bloodthirsty appearance, he stepped back and muttered:

"Mu Jinan, you dare to hurt this king, aren't you afraid that the emperor will blame you?"