After traveling through time, I became a princess in ancient times

Huamanlou was a place of entertainment for men in ancient times. As soon as you stepped in, you could hear the women's sweet laughter, and blend in with the noise of the guests.

In order to facilitate their actions, Xia Yurou and Xiaoxue changed into men's clothes and disguised themselves as men to sneak into Huamanlou.

The madam at the door greeted every guest warmly and led them to the small bridge in the courtyard.

There was cheering all around, some were whistling, some were cheering loudly, all immersed in the joy of the excitement.

However, Xia Yurou had no time to appreciate these things. She came to Huamanlou mainly to find Xiao Xiangyu and avenge Xiao Xiao.

Little did he know that the nightingale was standing on the roof of Huamanlou, his eyes fixed on the woman playing the piano in the center of the pavilion.

She was dressed in a white dress as white as snow, and as her fingertips danced on the guqin, the beautiful sound of the guqin touched people's hearts.

A rich young man dressed in gorgeous clothes suddenly stood up and said with a smile: "I will pay one thousand silver coins to reserve all of Han Hua Kui's time tonight."

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of envious discussions, which made the brothel owner beside her very happy. She excitedly took the full purse, turned around and said to Han Ruxue: "Xiao Han, serve the young master well."

But there was no expression on Han Ruxue's face. To be exact, there was no smile on her face. She turned around and stepped into the luxurious room.

Seeing the two people enter the room, Nightingale jumped lightly and disappeared on the roof. Feeling that something was wrong, Xia Yurou asked Xiaoxue to wait there while she followed quietly.

In the private room of the elegant room, Xiao Xiangyu held a wine glass in his hand and laughed obscenely from time to time.

Han Ruxue sat in front of the guqin. She opened her red lips and said in a gentle and melodious voice, "Sir, although I am a prostitute, I sell my art but not my body. I am willing to play a song for you to cheer you up."

Xiao Xiangyu stood up dissatisfiedly, and as he moved closer to Han Ruxue, he said with a smile: "I spent so much money on you, I want more than just the sound of the piano."

Xia Yurou, who was outside the door, saw through the crack in the door that Xiao Xiangyu was approaching Han Ruxue, and her frightened fingers trembled on the strings, and the sound of the piano became chaotic.

As Han Ruxue struggled hard, she knocked the token in Xiao Xiangyu's arms to the ground, making a crisp sound.

When the sharp-eyed Xia Yurou touched the token, her eyes widened like copper bells. There was a word "Chen" engraved on it, just like the token on her body.

She was immediately filled with anxiety. Why was there a token from the prince? Could this person be related to the prince?

Seeing Han Ruxue being pushed down on the table by Xiao Xiangyu and he was about to force his way in, a ghostly figure flashed out, and the two knives in his hands stabbed directly at Xiao Xiangyu's back.

Seeing this, Xia Yurou broke into the room to find out the relationship between him and the prince. The folding fan in her hand turned into a barrier to block Nightingale's sharp blade.

With a "clang", the crisp sound of metal colliding was heard.

When seeing Xia Yurou, a trace of surprise flashed across Nightingale's face, and she said coldly: "Didn't I tell you not to come?"

"Why did you want to kill him? Who is he?"

Nightingale did not answer Xia Yurou's question. She held two swords in her hands and demonstrated her strange body movements as she moved around the box.

The folding fan in Xia Yurou's hand was as agile as a living thing, and her body was as graceful as a butterfly, nimbly avoiding the attack.

Every confrontation between them was fatal. The tip of the knife stabbed Xia Yurou fiercely, and the folding fan became a solid barrier to block the attack of the two knives.

In the blink of an eye, Nightingale disappeared from Xia Yurou's sight. A chill came from behind her. Xia Yurou hurriedly waved her fan to block it, but the blade got stuck between the fan bones.

Seeing that the two had finally stopped, Han Ruxue hurried forward and tightly grasped Yeying's arm: "Sister Yeying, stop fighting. It would be bad if someone finds out."

After taking a look at Han Ruxue, Nightingale obediently retracted her two swords, but still said to Xia Yurou coldly: "Let's end today's matter here. I will show no mercy next time."

After saying that, she slipped into the shadows and disappeared. The box fell into deathly silence, as if she had never appeared.

While Xia Yurou was still in a daze, Han Ruxue gently shook her and said, "Sir, you should leave quickly too."

Xia Yurou nodded and was about to leave, but suddenly heard Han Ruxue say to him: "Mr. Xiao, are you okay?"

When she heard the word "Xiao", Xia Yurou stopped abruptly and looked at the rich young man who was lying on the ground.

At this moment, his face was as pale as paper and his eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul due to the thrilling fight just now.

After all, there are a lot of people with the last name Xiao, so I was not sure, so I asked tentatively: "You...you are Xiao Xiangyu?"

Xiao Xiangyu tried to pick up the token on the ground with trembling hands, but Xia Yurou got there first.

She spoke again: "Are you really Xiao Xiangyu?"

Xiao Xiangyu struggled to get up, but fell back weakly, pointing at the token with trembling fingers: "I am Xiao Xiangyu, give me back the token."

The enemy is right in front of him, but he seems to be related to his own prince, so there must be a secret behind him.

Xia Yurou put the token into her sleeve, her eyes flickering like cold stars, staring at Xiao Xiangyu, her voice as cold as ice: "Do you recognize Xiaoxiao?"

Xiao Xiangyu was not familiar with the name Xiaoxiao, and her face turned pale instantly when she took out the necklace.

Seeing the change in Xiao Xiangyu's expression, Xia Yurou was sure that he was the murderer who killed Xiao Xiao, and she said sternly: "How could you have the heart to kill such a young child?"

At this moment, Xiao Xiangyu was filled with fear and said in a trembling voice: "I... I didn't mean it..."

Xia Yurou was furious, and pointed the folding fan in her hand directly at Xiao Xiangyu's throat: "Why do you have the prince's token?"

Xiao Xiangyu was so frightened that he trembled all over and stammered, "It was... stolen from my father."

The atmosphere in the box was so tense that it almost froze. She stared at Xiao Xiangyu's pale and trembling face, and her thoughts went back to the day after the rain fell from the sky in Beiling County, when the prince gave him the token to commend the marquis.

When she thought of this, Xia Yurou squeezed out every word from between her teeth: "Is your father the Marquis of Beiling County?"

Xiao Xiangyu nodded: "Yes."

After receiving a positive answer, an indescribable emotion surged in her heart. She could not connect this cowardly and greedy beast with the county marquis who was deeply loved by the people.

In his and the prince's minds, the Marquis is a good official who truly serves the country and the people. How could he have such a cruel and cruel son?

Xia Yurou's heart was tangled like a tangled thread, and she held the folding fan tightly in her hand, as if she could grasp the thread of her fate.

To kill or not to kill Xiao Xiangyu, this thought kept struggling in her mind, like a candle swaying in the wind.

Just as she was lost in thought, a dark shadow suddenly passed by, and Nightingale appeared again, staring coldly at Xia Yurou: "I came to Lin'an City not just to see Xiaoxue."

She met Nightingale's eyes, feeling the cold murderous intent in his eyes: "You...are here to kill Xiao Xiangyu? Why do you want to kill a playboy?"

Although Xia Yurou and Nightingale have different positions, one is the representative of evil and the other is the embodiment of justice, Xia Yurou firmly believes that Nightingale will not kill people indiscriminately.

As expected, what she got was Nightingale's cold words: "I am just following orders, I know nothing else."

Because Xia Yurou knew clearly that Nightingale, as a professional killer, would never betray the boss behind him. Who exactly wanted to kill herself and Xiao Xiangyu?

This question became a puzzle in Xia Yurou's heart, but it seemed to be related to the prince. Both the Marquis and she had a close relationship with the prince.