My bedroom is connected to ancient times, I am in love with the prince

After Xie Qinchuan carried Bai Rushuang back to Xiaoxiang Courtyard, Xie Beiyu looked nervous and worried. He hurried to Feixing Courtyard and came to Xie Beiheng's door. Seeing Xu Chong, he hurriedly asked, "Brother, what's wrong?"

Xu Chong stopped him, his expression distraught. "Second Young Master, an assassin has sneaked into Feixing Court tonight to assassinate the Crown Prince. The Crown Prince is seriously injured and cannot be disturbed at this time. I hope Second Young Master will forgive me."

Xie Beiyu was horrified when he heard this. "How could this be possible? Someone actually dared to come to the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion and kill someone?"

"How is big brother? Is his life in danger? I want to go in and see him." After saying that, he was about to rush in with a sad look on his face.

Xu Chong stopped him again, his face filled with grief as he said, "Second Young Master, the Crown Prince is seriously injured and unconscious. It would be useless for you to go in! Furthermore, before the Marquis left, he ordered that no one should disturb the Crown Prince, let alone interfere with the Imperial Physician's treatment. Please, Second Young Master, don't embarrass me."

Just as Xie Beiyu was about to speak, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps.

A figure walked quickly into Feixing Courtyard. As soon as they entered the yard, they hurriedly covered their nose and mouth with their sleeves. The smell of blood in the yard was too strong, making people dizzy and nauseous. Then they came to the door of Xie Beiheng's room and asked anxiously and concernedly, "What happened to the prince? I heard from the maid that Feixing Courtyard was attacked by an assassin. The lady fainted after she came. Did something happen to the prince?"

Xu Chong bowed with a look of sorrow on his face and replied in a heavy voice, "Madam Fang, the prince is indeed seriously injured and is currently in his room."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Fang's face changed drastically. "What? Seriously injured? Is his life in danger? Should we call the imperial physician?"

Xu Chong nodded and replied, "Yes, the Marquis has already sent someone to the palace to invite the imperial physician."

"Guard Xu, can I go in and see the prince? I'm really worried about him." As he spoke, tears slowly rolled down his face and he looked extremely sad.

Xu Chong shook his head slightly, his face sad, but his attitude firm. "Madam Fang, it's not that I won't let you in, it's just that the Crown Prince is seriously injured and needs quiet. He can't be disturbed. And just before the Marquis left, he ordered that no one should disturb the Crown Prince, let alone affect the Imperial Physician's treatment of the Crown Prince. Please don't make things difficult for me, Madam Fang!"

After saying that, he glanced at Xie Beiyu who was standing beside him. No matter who came, he would say the same thing.

Seeing Xu Chong's firm attitude and the fact that he had moved Xie Qinchuan out, Xie Beiyu and Aunt Fang could only leave with dejected expressions. Before leaving, they also told Xu Chong that if the prince woke up, he must notify them.

Not long after, the imperial physician walked hurriedly into Feixing Courtyard carrying a medicine box. When Xu Chong saw him, he immediately ran over, grabbed him and ran towards Xie Beiheng's room.

After the imperial physician went in, he did not come out of Xie Beiheng's room until after noon the next day. When he came out, he looked sad and his face was heavy.

Thirty miles away from the capital, in a dilapidated temple.

Leng Wuqing held the sword in his hands, his face gloomy, his eyes like knives, and his voice was icy cold, "Do you know that in a moment, I can make your head fall off!"

He exuded a powerful aura, like a devil crawling out of hell, which made people feel terrified.

The man opposite him feigned composure, but a closer look revealed a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He swallowed hard and said, "Xie Beiheng isn't dead. The Life and Death Gate hasn't completed its mission, so the remaining three hundred thousand taels naturally can't be given to you."

Leng Wuqing's expression was gloomy, and a devilish smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, which made people shudder. "Are you questioning my swordsmanship? If I want to kill someone, there is absolutely no chance that he will survive!"

"You are stupid and have been deceived, yet you dare to question me?"

The man was shocked when he heard this and asked quickly, "Are you saying that Xie Beiheng is already dead and this is just a deception?"

He widened his eyes, unable to believe it!

Leng Wuqing didn't answer him, and said in a cold tone: "I'll say it again, give me three hundred thousand taels, and don't try to trick me. Although your head is worthless, I think my Chixiao Sword is thirsty!"

The man's face turned pale. If Leng Wuqing wanted to kill him, then this dilapidated temple would undoubtedly become his burial place today. With a slightly trembling hand, he reached into his chest and slowly took out three silver notes worth 100,000 taels. He then presented them with both hands, "Since Xie Beiheng is dead, you have completed your mission. Here are three hundred thousand taels of silver notes."

Leng Wuqing took the banknote, waved it in his hand, and looked at him with disdain: "Get lost!"

The man immediately left the dilapidated temple and rode his horse fast to a zaozhuang on the outskirts of the city as if he was running for his life.

We must hurry back and tell our master that Xie Beiheng is dead and we can implement the next plan.

The urgency in his heart and the fear of Leng Wuqing made him so focused on galloping on his horse that he didn't notice that someone was following him to Zaozhuang.

Bai did not wake up from her coma until the afternoon. When she woke up, she looked dazed, as if she had just woken up from a dream. She dreamed that Heng'er was dead, covered in blood, lying in a pool of blood. She was so scared that she fainted.

Fortunately, it was just a dream!

When Liu Lan heard the noise, she immediately sent someone to inform the Marquis, and she hurried to the bedside and asked with concern, "Madam, how do you feel?"

Bai said softly, "I had a nightmare and feel a little weak, but it's okay. Let them prepare breakfast!"

Liu Lan whispered, "Madam...it's already past 3:00 PM."

Bai was shocked and exclaimed, "It's already past 3:00 PM? How did I sleep for so long?"

Liu Lan hesitated and dared not speak, her eyes slightly red, "Madam...you..."

"Sir..."

When Bai heard Liu Lan talking about Xie Beiheng, her face suddenly turned pale. A possibility came to her mind: last night's dream...

No, that can't be true!

Bai's face was pale and her body was shaking, but her voice was unusually calm, "Heng'er...what happened to Heng'er?

Liu Lan suddenly burst into tears. She didn't know how to start and was extremely sad. She had also watched the prince grow up since he was a child.

And Madam, how could Madam’s body bear it? She didn’t know what to say, she didn’t dare to say it.

Xie Qinchuan walked in quickly from outside, came to the bed, and slowly sat down in front of Bai, saying softly: "Shuang'er, you're awake!"

Bai Shi seemed to have seen hope and hurriedly grabbed Xie Qinchuan's sleeve: "My Lord, I had a dream last night. I dreamed... I dreamed... Heng'er..."

Xie Qinchuan didn't listen to her continue, but hugged her tightly in his arms, "Shuang'er, let's go see him!"

Bai was lying in Xie Qinchuan's arms. When she heard this, she burst into tears, "How could this happen? How could this happen? Heng'er, my Heng'er..."

Liu Lan stood aside and felt very sad when she saw her lady crying so sadly. She also started to cry softly and sadly.

Xie Qinchuan had a sedan chair prepared, carefully lifted Bai up and placed her on it, and then they headed to Feixing Courtyard together. After Xu Chong opened Xie Beiheng's door, Xie Qinchuan helped Bai into the room.

As soon as I entered, Bai's sad and weak crying was heard again in the room.

The entire Feixing Courtyard was shrouded in a solemn and sad atmosphere. Everyone's face was filled with grief, and it seemed that even the air had become heavy and sad.