After swallowing my anger and taking the blame, I became the lucky little queen

However, Zhihua went from nervousness and anxiety to confusion and bewilderment, and the door showed no sign of opening.

Is it possible that no one lives here?

With doubts in her heart, she walked forward and knocked on the door again, this time with much greater force, as if venting her anger.

"Is anyone there?" she called out tentatively.

The only response she got was the whirring sound of the wind.

Zhihua waited for a quarter of an hour, and when she was sure that there was really no one in the house, she left.

Before she had taken a few steps, someone suddenly covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief from behind and roughly led her to a small alley.

"Uh...uh..."

Zhihua was so frightened that her soul was about to leave her body. No matter how she struggled, it was useless. The other person was tall and strong, and his arms were around her neck, so that her feet were almost off the ground.

A drag mark and a row of deep footprints were left in the snow.

Zhihua's eyes were spinning. When she could see the surroundings clearly again, she found a man holding a knife to her throat and a cold stone wall behind her.

She shivered, not sure whether it was because of fear or cold.

The man was tall and wore a mask. Even though most of his face was blocked, Zhihua could still imagine his hideous and horrifying face through the mask.

Zhihua didn't want to die yet. The letter from the young lady had not been sent out yet, and she didn't know who had offended her, but she was kidnapped into the alley in broad daylight.

She didn't dare move, as the cold sharp knife on her neck could cut her throat at any time.

Zhihua raised her hands tremblingly, her voice trembling: "Hero... good man... I am just a penniless servant. I have worked diligently in the mansion and have never offended anyone. I beg you to spare my life."

After hearing this, the man not only did not let go, but instead pushed down the arm that was around her neck. He lowered his voice and asked, "Who asked you to come here and knock on the door?" There was a fierceness in his threat.

Zhihua's tears fell, and she thought: Could it be that he is the person living in Li Qingyuan?

Since she was Li Qingyuan's person, she could just complete the task assigned to her by the young lady.

She sniffed, "My lady asked me to deliver a letter here."

"Your...Miss?" The man's voice became strange, with the ending tone rising several degrees, with shock and doubt, as if he did not believe what she said.

Zhihua wanted to nod, but when she moved slightly, her neck touched the cold blade. She immediately dared not move, and even her breathing became cautious.

The man nodded slightly, and after a moment's silence, he asked, "Which family are you from? What's your young lady's name?"

Zhi Huamei's heart twisted. This man was cruel. What if he was not from Li Qingyuan? If she revealed the young lady's identity, wouldn't she be in fatal danger?

Even if she was beaten to death, she would never give up the identity of the mistress.

Thinking of protecting her young lady, Zhihua's fear faded a little, and she bravely asked him, "Who are you? Why should I tell you my young lady's identity?"

After she finished speaking, her lips were trembling, but she forced herself not to show her timidity and looked determined.

The man sneered, "You don't need to know who I am. Just understand that if you don't tell me who I am, I will throw you to the wolves."

He wasn't joking, he was threatening.

Thinking of the scene of herself being bitten by a wild wolf, Zhihua's body softened and she almost fell to her knees.

The man grabbed her collar and made her stand up straight, his movements were rough.

She lowered her eyes sadly, tears falling down, "I won't betray the young lady."

"Well, you are loyal."

He didn't expect that a little maid who was frightened to death by the sight of a dagger could be so loyal.

He wanted to solve this trouble with a single blow, because he didn't believe what the maid said at all.

His Highness was ambushed at the martial arts competition and lost his trace after escaping back to Shengjing. Even though the people from Tianxuan Villa turned Shengjing upside down, they could not find any trace of their owner.

The people in Li Qingyuan were even more anxious, but they were secret guards and were not allowed to act without orders, let alone reveal their identities.

After waiting all night for His Highness to receive no news, how could he be related to a girl? And he even asked her to send a letter to Li Qingyuan?

This matter concerns the life and death of his master, so he dare not take it lightly.

After some thought, he put away the dagger, picked up Zhihua, walked out of the alley towards Li Qingyuan.

Zhihua didn't understand what was going on, but didn't dare to say anything.

The man dragged her to the gate of Li Qingyuan, easily carried her over the high wall, and landed her steadily inside Li Qingyuan.

"Ah!" When her feet touched solid ground, Zhihua screamed in fright, gasping for breath in shock.

The man let go of his hand, grasped the hilt of the long sword at his waist, and said coldly: "Aren't you going to Li Qingyuan to deliver a letter? Where is the letter?"

Zhihua patted her chest, feeling uneasy, but very curious about Li Qingyuan. No one had ever been into Li Qingyuan, and no one knew what was inside. How could she get in so easily?

She moved her eyes to the surroundings and was about to observe when she suddenly heard the sound of a sword being unsheathed.

The man grasped the hilt of the sword and pulled it out halfway. "If you look again, I will dig out your eyes."

Zhihua shrank her neck and dared not look around anymore.

She rubbed the corner of her clothes, "Are you really from Li Qingyuan?"

The man's patience was limited. He let out a breath in annoyance and held out his hand to her. "Letter."

Zhihua was somewhat convinced that he was Li Qingyuan's man, so she took the envelope out of her bosom and carefully placed it in his hand.

The man glanced at the envelope. In the lower right corner was written the word "Qin". It was not the name of His Highness, but it was somewhat similar.

Zhihua was illiterate and didn't know why he stared at the envelope for a long time. She only cared about whether she could go back.

The man put the letter away, opened the door and let Zhihua leave.

Zhihua was still feeling frightened on her way back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, as if she had been to the gates of hell.

She turned her head back as she walked, fearing that the man would catch up with her. When Li Qingyuan's residence was getting farther and farther away, she became bolder and ran back to the prime minister's residence.

Inside Li Qingyuan, several secret guards looked at each other in bewilderment at the letter on the table.

They naturally recognized the first four words, which were undoubtedly the handwriting of their own prince, but the following words... was it a threat?

Qingyu is the person in charge of Li Qingyuan, and it was he who got the letter from Zhihua just now.

He paced back and forth in the hall, thinking about countermeasures.

A Falcon followed the prince to participate in the martial arts competition. The prince disappeared and A Falcon had no information. Now he is the only one who can make the decision.

After thinking it over, he decided: "Tonight at 11:00 p.m., we will go and rescue His Highness!"

They don't even take the Prime Minister's Mansion seriously.

Night falls.

Qin Junyu was lying on the bed, dying.

Nian Susu asked him several times to take his pulse and prescribe medicine, but he refused and persisted with gritted teeth.

His wound showed signs of inflammation and the area around it was black, which showed that there was still poison in his body.

Nian Susu was angry with him, so she sat by the window with her back to him, resting her chin on her hand, reading a storybook.

"Miss Nian, what time is it outside?"

She said unhappily, "Xu Shi."