Who says the prince is weak and can't take care of himself?

Tang Ling was standing in the corridor on the second floor of the post station and happened to see Qi Xiao and Su Qin, but they spoke in low voices and he was some distance away and could not hear anything. He only saw that Qi Xiao still had a relaxed smile on his face, while Su Qin was as gloomy as ever.

Ever since Tang Ling and Qi Xiao parted ways on bad terms that day, Qi Xiao had not appeared in front of Tang Ling since then. After leaving the Chu Palace and Yongcheng, they had traveled all the way together. Even though they were traveling together, Qi Xiao always walked in front of the team, far away from Tang Ling's carriage. Occasionally, when she met Qi Xiao, she would just nod but never speak. Tang Ling could see that although Qi Xiao would not deliberately avoid him, he did not want to see him either.

"Sir, it's rare that you can rest a little more today. When you feel better, don't stand here in the wind. I'll boil some water for you to bathe."

Recently, Qi Xiao and Su Qin acted as if they didn't see Tang Ling. They neither bothered him nor bothered to pay attention to him. This was a good thing for Tang Ling. If they could continue to travel peacefully to Yuanjing, that would be Qinglan's greatest hope at the moment.

Tang Ling said "hmm" to agree to Qinglan, but when Qinglan came back with hot water, Tang Ling was still standing in the corridor, not moving a step.

Qi Xiao had just come upstairs and bumped into Tang Ling. Qi Xiao's room was right next to Tang Ling's, so they were constantly seeing each other. Tang Ling had wanted to say hello to lighten the mood, but Qi Xiao simply walked right past him, completely oblivious. Tang Ling didn't know whether to be angry or laugh at Qi Xiao's childish, petty temper. Either way, she shouldn't feel guilty or apologetic. But Tang Ling didn't get angry or laugh. She just stood there, as if he had truly done something wrong.

"Sir, why are you still standing here? It's so windy outside. Come back to the house."

Tang Ling smiled and said, "I've been sitting in the carriage for several days and my whole body aches. I can't go out for a walk. Please let me stand for a while. Otherwise, your young master's legs will be useless when he recovers from his illness."

"Pooh, pooh, pooh, sir, don't speak carelessly."

Tang Ling chuckled and raised her hand to poke Qing Lan on the forehead: "Finally, it's your turn to teach the young master a lesson, right?"

After days of running around, a break felt like a taut string, snapping at the slightest touch. Tang Ling ate only two bites that night and went to bed early. Qing Lan wanted to ask about the itinerary, but as soon as Tang Ling lay down, he began yawning profusely and soon fell asleep too.

That night, the clouds were thick and the wind was calm. Tang Ling slept but not steadfastly, as if he was dreaming all the time. The dreams came one after another like a kaleidoscope, and he could not see any of them clearly.

Suddenly, a cold wind rushed into Tang Ling's dream, bringing with it a dazzling white light. Tang Ling was suddenly frightened and woke up from her dream. She really saw a cold light coming towards her.

It was the middle of the night and Qi Xiao was sleeping soundly when he was startled by a slight sound on the eaves. Qi Xiao opened his eyes in an instant. He seemed like a wolf in the mountains. His innate vigilance and sharpness made him extremely dangerous. Anything that entered his territory was his prey.

Qi Xiao instantly grabbed the sword beside the bed, jumped out of bed, and ran out in three or two steps. The guard on duty outside the door was lying at the door, unconscious.

"Someone come!" Qi Xiao shouted and rushed into the house. The sword in his hand fell out of its sheath and he raised the sword to save Qinglan from the sharp blade in an instant. The next moment, blood spurted out and splashed on Qinglan's face and body, making him stunned and forget to call for help or scream.

Qi Xiao didn't care about Qinglan. The assassin was targeting Tang Ling, and the one in real danger was Tang Ling in the house.

"Bang!" A sound of iron colliding came from the inner room.

There was no light in the room. It was late at night and the stars and moon were dim, but Qi Xiao could see clearly that Tang Ling was curled up at the end of the bed in fear. He instinctively raised his arm to block the blade that was coming straight at him. The blade was fast and fierce, and could easily injure Tang Ling, or even cut off his forearm. But at the critical moment, the extremely sharp blade hit the Chen Yuan that was difficult to break with swords and knives, saving Tang Ling's life. However, the knife was sharp but brittle, and could not compare to the Chen Yuan that had been tempered for thousands of times. The blade could not withstand the blow and broke.

Qi Xiao swung his sword without hesitation and cut off the arm holding the knife. Before the assassin could feel the pain, Qi Xiao had already rushed in front of him and grabbed the assassin's jaw to prevent him from committing suicide by taking poison again. The long sword flew out of his hand and pierced into the floor with a clang. With his right hand free, Qi Xiao twisted the assassin's arm and restrained him.

"Thump, thump, thump..." The inn, which was in a deep sleep, became restless. Su Qin rushed in with his men, followed by the brightness of lights, and the room was as bright as day.

Su Qin was stunned when he saw Qi Xiao.

Qi Xiao came in a hurry, with disheveled hair and no time to put on shoes and socks. At this moment, he was walking barefoot in a pool of hot blood. His white brocade shirt was stained with bright and dirty blood. At first glance, he looked seriously injured and in a terrible state.

"What are you doing standing still?"

Su Qin woke up as if from a dream: "Come here! Take him away."

Qi Xiao pressed the acupoints on the captured assassin and handed him over to Su Qin: "You will interrogate him personally, and interrogate him overnight."

"know."

Su Qin didn't say much, just glanced at Tang Ling. It was a blessing that Tang Ling avoided the fatal knife attack because of the shackles on his hands. But the misfortune was that he was not unscathed. The knife was really ruthless. Chen Yuan was indestructible, but Tang Ling had delicate skin and tender flesh. A three or four inch long wound was left on his forearm. Tang Ling covered the wound with his hands, and blood was still dripping.

Tang Ling remained silent. It was not that he didn't know the pain, but rather that he was more shocked by the appearance of Qi Xiao in front of him. He hadn't recovered yet and seemed like he was still in a dream.

"Tsk," Qi Xiao frowned at Tang Lingzhou and called out, "Where's Qinglan?"

As a doctor, Qinglan was not afraid of blood, but the scene just now was too horrifying. He still felt as if the knife was on his neck. His whole body was stiff and he couldn't move. It was not until he heard Qi Xiao calling him that he stumbled in.

"Young Master!" Qing Lan was shocked and anxious when he saw the wound on Tang Ling's arm. He immediately forgot the danger just now and casually pulled Tang Ling's outer robe from the shelf to wrap the wound on his arm to stop the bleeding.

"Take your young master to my room to treat his injuries. Zong Sheng, keep an eye on them and don't leave their side." Qi Xiao walked out of the pool of blood step by step, leaving a trail of bloody footprints on the ground, which was extremely weird and terrifying.

Tang Ling's eyes were glued to Qi Xiao's bare feet, watching the blood stains crawling on the soles of his feet and trouser legs. The dirtier it was, the more glaring it was.

Qi Xiao seemed unaware of that gaze, and didn't even turn his head until he walked out of the room and even his back was out of sight. He suddenly stopped, looked down, and couldn't help laughing.