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

The autumn wind blew across the river bank with a hint of chill. The golden fallen leaves danced slowly in the air like fragments of time, and then lay quietly on the river, drifting with the flow.

Xia Yurou, wearing a light and loose long skirt, stood by the river, her eyes gently sweeping across the late autumn scenery, as if she could read a poem of peaceful times from it.

Her slender and soft hair was gently blown by the breeze, blending into the tranquil picture, looking particularly beautiful.

Xiaoxue was squatting by the river, filling a simple water bag with clear river water. From time to time, she would pay attention to the princess's movements, and her bright eyes were full of autumn tenderness.

The nightingale stood quietly beside the carriage, her clothes fluttering in the autumn wind, but it could not blow away the unspeakable emotions in her heart.

Her vision could not help but become slightly dazed, and her fingertips gently stroked the two cold knives at her waist, as if at this moment, she was no longer the cold-blooded killer, but an ordinary person who longed to be loved and understood.

Suddenly, a group of fierce-looking men strode towards the river. One of them stared at Xiaoxue, who was bending over to fetch water, and said to the fat man who was leading them in a loud voice: "Boss, it's her. It was this girl who injured our brother at the tea stall before."

When everyone heard this, they moved closer to Xiaoxue with even more ferocious looks, as if they wanted to skin her alive.

Xiaoxue put down the water bag in her hand and quickly took out the whip from her waist, ready to fight against these vicious criminals at any time.

Xia Yurou was afraid that Xiaoxue would suffer a loss, so she quickly stood between the two parties and said to them: "Everyone, please wait, we have no ill intentions, why are you so aggressive?"

The accomplice would never listen and became even more arrogant.

One of them laughed wildly: "Hahaha, beauty, I'm not interested in the stuff in your belly, but your looks...tsk tsk, not bad."

As he said this, he actually reached out his hand to touch Xia Yurou.

At this moment, a cold light flashed, and two silver arcs cut through the air, instantly condensing into a web of death.

A large amount of warm blood gushed out from the man's neck. He stared in astonishment at the woman in black who suddenly appeared in front of him. His body swayed a few times and then fell in a pool of blood.

Nightingale didn't waste any time and started fighting directly. He was able to avoid the enemy's attacks every time and take the enemy's life in an instant.

Xiaoxue's soft whip can both entangle and restrain, and suddenly strike, catching the men on the opposite side off guard.

Some people had no moral principles at all. They turned around and swung their knives at Xia Yurou, their eyes filled with greed and cruelty.

Seeing that Princess Bei was in danger, Nightingale flashed to her side. As blood gushed out, the big man screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

At the same time, Xiaoxue tightly wrapped up another enemy who tried to launch a sneak attack, pulled him hard and threw him heavily to the ground, then shook the whip tip and hit the vital point cleanly and neatly.

The leader of the Crocodile Gang saw his brothers being killed one by one by the women. There was ruthlessness in his eyes, and the long knife in his hand brought with it a sharp sound as he rushed towards Xiaoxue.

Although Xiaoxue tried her best to resist, the difference in strength between the two was too great, and she was immediately knocked several meters away.

At this life-and-death moment, Xia Yurou could not care less. A soft and powerful energy gushed out from her palm, turning into an invisible barrier, which easily dissolved the fatal attack on Xiaoxue.

However, this sudden movement made her face pale instantly, beads of sweat oozed out of her forehead, and waves of dull pain came from her abdomen, making Xia Yurou frown.

At this time, Nightingale staggered slightly in the fierce battle. Xiaoxue, who was already injured, ignored her own safety and forcibly broke free from an enemy and rushed straight towards Nightingale.

She quickly used the whip to wrap around the enemy who was about to attack Nightingale's back, pulled him hard, threw him aside and killed him.

The crocodile leader suddenly jumped up, and once again shocked Xiaoxue, forcing her to retreat repeatedly, with blood spurting out of her mouth.

Nightingale also endured the pain and turned into a shadow to swiftly attack the crocodile leader. Because she was seriously injured, her movements were no longer as sharp as before, and every time she swung the knife, her body trembled violently and she failed.

Xia Yurou would never allow important people to die in front of her. She took slow steps, as if she was walking on clouds burning with darkness, or as if she was standing in the midst of a mountain of swords and a sea of fire without fear.

The crocodile leader laughed disdainfully and said, "You are worthy of showing off in front of me? Go home and hug your man to your warm bed."

Xia Yurou gently raised her hand, and an unstoppable torrent gushed out from her palm, turning into a dazzling beam of light.

The severe pain in her abdomen was like a burning fire, but she had no time to care about it. There was only one thought in her mind, and that was to protect.

As Xia Yurou's clear shout came out, a bright beam of light like the light of dawn instantly penetrated the leader's body, swallowing up his long sword.

The crocodile leader's eyes were full of disbelief. The power contained in the light was far beyond his understanding.

His figure twisted and dissipated in the light, leaving only a desperate wail echoing in the empty air.

The faces of the remaining people were filled with panic, and the fighting spirit and arrogance in their hearts were extinguished with the death of their leader.

They turned around and fled without hesitation. Some of them fell to the ground and crawled using their hands and feet, just to escape from this terrible place shrouded in divine punishment.

Inside the carriage, Xia Yurou curled up on the soft cushion, pressing her hands gently on her abdomen, the fine beads of sweat on her forehead glowing in the dim candlelight.

Xiaoxue wiped the princess's forehead with a wet cloth anxiously, and said with great self-blame: "It's all because of my uselessness. If it wasn't for saving us, I wouldn't have..."

Xia Yurou forced a smile and gently comforted Xiaoxue: "Silly girl, don't blame yourself. I just had a little miscarriage. It's not necessary to be too hypocritical."

As she spoke, she forced herself to stand up and turned her gaze to the simple medicine box beside her, which contained several rolls of clean gauze and some basic medical supplies.

At this moment, Nightingale's face was as pale as paper, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead sticking tightly to her hair, making her look particularly haggard.

Xia Yurou sat aside and gently guided Xiaoxue: "The edge of Nightingale's wound is a little red and swollen, which means there is a risk of infection. First wipe the area around the wound with warm gauze. Be careful not to touch the wound."

Xiaoxue followed the princess' instructions and operated carefully.

The warm water slowly soaked the gauze and she held her breath, fearing that her carelessness would aggravate the Nightingale girl's pain.

When the first trace of moisture touched Nightingale's skin, her brows slightly frowned inadvertently, but then relaxed again, as if she was silently enduring the great pain in her body.

In a blink of an eye, it was late at night. The carriage was parked by the river. The faint candlelight in the carriage had long been extinguished. Only a few rays of cold moonlight shone through the gaps in the curtains onto their faces.

The nightingale suddenly opened her eyes and got off the carriage lightly and silently. A carrier pigeon with a bamboo tube tied to it flew towards her.

The person who came was none other than Ren Chennan's carrier pigeon. Nightingale quickly opened the bamboo tube. The handwriting on the small piece of paper was particularly dazzling under the faint moonlight: 'Kill the princess and seize Guanyin'.

Nightingale's pupils shrank slightly as she stared at the pieces of paper in her hand that were flying away in the wind, just like her chaotic mood at the moment.

It was quiet all around, with only the chirping of insects in the distance and the murmur of the river nearby breaking the tranquility of the night.

Nightingale lifted a corner of the carriage curtain, and a soft moonlight fell on Xia Yurou's face. Her breathing was even and shallow, and it seemed that even her dreams were sweet.

As a killer, she felt helpless. Thinking back on the past, she couldn't bear to attack the princess.

Gently lowering the curtain, Nightingale's figure quickly blended into the night, and she quietly left the carriage and set off alone.

She hoped that she could successfully snatch back the Jade Guanyin so that she could beg His Royal Highness the Southern King to spare the Northern Princess.