As soon as she opened her eyes, she was forcibly carried back to the East Palace by the paranoid pri

After a few hours, the rain finally stopped. He Yue stood in the corridor of the temple. Xiao Taozi lowered her eyebrows and tied a cloak with dark patterns and fine silk on her.

"Crown Princess, it's getting dark. If we don't return to the palace now, I'm afraid the roads will be difficult to travel at night." Xiao Guanzi bowed and said respectfully.

He Yue frowned slightly, with an unknown melancholy in her eyes. She hoped that the rain would not stop.

"Let's go." He Yue said indifferently, and then walked towards the temple entrance.

Sheya's carriage was still parked in front of the temple. He Yue stepped on a stool and got into the carriage. Suddenly, a knife blade was pressed against her lower abdomen.

He Yue suddenly froze and lowered her eyes. A masked man in brown coarse cloth was kneeling in the carriage. His eyes were gloomy and fierce. He held a dagger in his hand and used a little force threateningly. She felt the coldness of the dagger.

He Yue couldn't help but curse in her heart, damn! The carriage was surrounded by guards, how did this person get in!

Ning Rushong had picked a good day, but it turned out to be unlucky. Not only was the weather changeable, but there was also a knife-wielding gangster on the carriage!

She lowered the curtain and said calmly, "Xiao Taozi will be fine outside. I don't need your service for the time being."

Xiao Taozi outside didn't notice anything wrong and said respectfully, "Yes, Crown Princess!"

The masked man was obviously injured, with blood oozing from the arm holding the knife. He used his other hand to support himself and stood up, moving the knife from He Yue's abdomen to her fair neck. "Sit down."

The masked man lowered his voice and threatened.

For the sake of her own life, He Yue sat down obediently. The gangster sat next to her with the knife in his hand still in hand.

The carriage was moving slowly, the criminal's hands began to tremble, sweat oozed from his forehead, and there was a look of emptiness in his eyes.

Apparently it wasn't just the arm that was injured.

"I... I can bandage it. Please put down the knife and I will bandage it for you." He Yue's pretty face turned pale and her eyes were full of panic and fear. She looked like a weak lady.

Her voice was thin and weak. When she saw him looking at her, her body trembled, and her slender fingers helplessly grasped the edge of his cloak.

The masked man looked at He Yue's frightened eyes, and after a while he said in a deep voice, "If you dare to call for help, the first thing I will do is to take your life."

He Yue nodded hurriedly, her eyes still red and wet.

The knife was finally put down, and He Yue tore off a corner of her clothes with trembling hands. Just this action made her tremble uncontrollably.

She supported the masked man's injured arm, lowered her eyelids, and bandaged it carefully.

The masked man thought to himself, this delicate and beautiful princess actually knows how to bandage wounds.

He relaxed his mind, He Yue's eyes flashed, and he exerted force with his hand. The huge pain in his injured arm made the masked man's forehead veins bulge instantly, and his palm loosened.

"puff!"

He Yue quickly snatched the dagger and stabbed it into the masked man's chest with force. Blood splattered out, most of which fell on He Yue's face and dripped down his elegant chin.

At the same time, she used her other hand to fiercely strangle the masked man's neck, and the knife tore his flesh inch by inch. It was obvious that this weak and helpless princess had no mercy at all.

Then He Yue drew out his knife and stood up suddenly, hurriedly lifted the car curtain, and raised his voice, "Stop! There is an assassin here!"

The knife didn't hit the fatal spot, but the masked man was already seriously injured, and now he had lost almost all his strength. He fell off the carriage seat, his eyes were fierce and sinister, what a Crown Princess! !

The carriage stopped suddenly. The captain of the guards saw that the Crown Princess was covered in blood and was almost shocked. "Crown Princess, are you okay?"

"Crown Princess!" Xiao Taozi was horrified and hurriedly helped He Yue down from the carriage. At this moment, He Yue's legs were really weak and the strength in her hands loosened, and the bloody dagger fell to the ground with a clang.

Two other guards grabbed the masked man from the carriage.

The masked man was thrown to the ground fiercely, with blood flowing from his mouth and seeping out from under the mask.

Xiao Guanzi pulled off the cloth covering the masked man's face, revealing a sallow face with sporadic pockmarks. However, Xiao Guanzi had been with Ning Rushong for a long time and had a wide range of experience. He immediately tore open the masked man's clothes and saw that his skin was cold and pale, which was completely different from the skin color on his face!

The man was obviously in disguise. Xiao Guanzi said viciously, "Put him in jail! Wait for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to decide his fate!"

He was so bold as to hide in the Crown Princess's carriage and assassinate her!

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The night is high in the sky, there is no moonlight, only a dusk haze.

"How is the Crown Princess?" The voice was cold and icy.

Ning Rushong walked hurriedly with a cold look on his face, while Xiao Guanzi was wiping the sweat off his face behind him.

"The imperial physician prescribed a tranquilizer, and the Crown Princess took it and rested." Xiao Guanzi replied nervously, "The Crown Princess was not injured either."

"The villain who hid in the Crown Princess's carriage committed suicide by taking poison on the way to prison. He died." Xiao Guanzi added after the conversation.

He thought angrily that it would be better to die quickly and avoid the subsequent torture.

Ning Rusong stopped at the entrance of the Biyuan Palace, his eyes full of gloom, "They must be in the same group as the assassins who assassinated the Prince of Lan Country. They are all looking for death."

Little Lizi, who was on night watch, came out of the bedroom and knelt down to pay her respects. "Your Highness, the Crown Prince. The Crown Princess is already asleep."

Ning Rushong walked into the bedroom at a slow pace, drew aside the curtain, and saw He Yue curled up in the quilt and asleep.

He sat beside the bed, his eyes fixed on He Yue's face. Her beautiful brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was not sleeping well.

He stretched out his fingers and gently stroked He Yue's loose black hair.

My heartstrings, which had been tense since the moment I heard the news, finally relaxed slightly at this moment and stopped buzzing.

The night infinitely fostered Ning Rushong's pity. He leaned over and, for the first time, kissed He Yue's brow without any lust, feeling fortunate that she was safe and sound.

But he himself forgot that a person as cold-hearted as him would never feel any so-called pity. For him, so-called pity is a derivative that can only be produced when love accumulates enough, and it is absolutely impossible for it to appear alone.

At the same time, in a mass grave outside Yuncheng, the masked man who committed suicide by taking poison suddenly opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

He staggered out of the pile of corpses and lay flat on the ground. He smiled cruelly and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth nonchalantly, "Crown Princess He."

These words were squeezed out from lips that couldn't stop trembling, and they sounded eerie and cold.

After an incense stick of time, two men in black appeared in front of him and knelt on one knee. "Master."