The prince kneels every day. Has the princess forgiven him today?

The impact force was about to reopen Song Xiwan's almost healed wounds.

There was the sound of swords and sabers outside, and danger was approaching.

Song Xiwan lowered her voice and asked angrily, "Are you crazy?"

Does this mean he wants to die with her?

Song Lingxi denied it in a panic, "No, it's not me..."

Song Xiwan frowned and moved his ears slightly, realizing that the noise outside had weakened. Their guards were probably wiped out.

This certainly doesn't look like Song Lingxi's work.

Who is it?

Before Song Xiwan could figure it out, a faint sound of breaking air was heard.

She quickly turned her head away!

The next moment, the carriage was suddenly pierced by an extremely powerful arrow!

Song Lingxi didn't react quickly enough, and her shoulder was cut directly, with blood flowing out.

"what--"

When Song Lingxi saw the blood, she fainted.

Song Xiwan: “…”

The footsteps outside were getting closer, she had to find a way to escape from here!

At this moment, a silver-white sword blade suddenly pierced through the car curtain, carrying a cold and terrifying breath.

Song Xiwan gritted his teeth and rushed out with a dagger in his hand. Sure enough, the carriage was surrounded by men in black. They were wearing black scarves, revealing only a pair of murderous eyes.

Song Xiwan's palms were sweating. So many assassins must think too highly of her, right?

"on!"

The leading assassin suddenly gave the order.

Just as Song Xiwan was about to respond, a lot of sharp arrows suddenly shot from all directions.

Her eyes were cold!

Is there a second wave of assassins?

Song Xiwan felt that it would be difficult to escape unless she lost her life here today. However, she didn't know that those arrows were not coming from her side, but were intercepted by those men in black.

The leading assassin realized that something was wrong and immediately ordered a retreat.

This group of people came quickly and left quickly.

Peace returned to the surroundings.

But Song Xiwan did not relax. He stared coldly at the direction where the arrow came from. Was it an enemy or a friend?

She quietly hid the dagger in her sleeve to leave herself a way out.

"Miss Song, are you okay?"

Song Xiwan looked up and couldn't help showing a look of surprise.

Yan Wushuang, dressed in a black robe, was riding on a horse with a bow and arrow in his hand. His usually gentle face now looked a little cold.

She couldn't help but smile, "Master Yan, why are you here?"

Yan Wushuang dismounted and walked up to her. "I just came back from hunting outside the city. I heard some noise here and came to check. Are you okay?"

"It's okay, thanks to Master Yan for saving me."

Song Xiwan shook her head, looked up at Yan Wushuang again, and some ripples appeared in her heart.

After the Song family was destroyed in her previous life, this was the only friend she had, both a teacher and a friend.

They didn't greet each other properly last time they met, and today Yan Wushuang saved her again. Song Xiwan couldn't help but curl up the corners of her lips.

Yan Wushuang felt that Miss Song was quite strange. She seemed to be in a good mood after surviving a disaster?

"I wonder if those assassins have gone far. Let me take you back."

Just as Song Xiwan was about to agree, a burst of hurried horse hooves sounded behind him.

Turning around, Song Xiwan was slightly shocked.

Why is Xie Chengqian here?

Before the horse had stopped, Xie Chengqian had already jumped off and looked at her with a cold expression.

"Are you hurt?"

The worry that could not be hidden in his words frightened Song Xiwan.

Did he come here specially to rescue her?

Yan Wushuang's eyes flashed with surprise, and he said jokingly, "Hey, isn't this our prince?"

Xie Chengqian looked at him coldly and asked in an unhappy tone, "Why are you here?"

"I'm just passing by. I'm sending Miss Song back. If you're here to track down the assassin, go that way."

Yan Wushuang showed him the way.

But Xie Chengqian didn't move, and a nameless anger rose in his heart.

The picture of these two people standing together is really eye-catching.

Yan Wushuang didn't intend to wait for his response. He led his horse to the carriage that was still usable and said to Song Xiwan, "Let's go, Miss Song."

Song Xiwan's eyes turned slightly, and the moment she took a step forward, someone grabbed her wrist.

The warmth from Xie Chengqian's palm made her body stiffen slightly. She suddenly looked up at him, her bright eyes full of surprise.

What does he want to do?

Xie Chengqian said in a deep voice: "I will take you back home."

He recalled the scene in his previous life when Song Xiwan and Yan Wushuang were so engrossed in practicing martial arts that they completely isolated him from the outside world.

He didn't want to face this situation again.

"No, Your Majesty, please go and track down the assassin."

Song Xiwan broke free from his hand and turned away.

The emperor is staring at the Song Mansion, so it’s better to keep a distance.

Xie Chengqian's face turned cold.

She still rejected him for Yan Wushuang.

Song Xiwan had already walked to the carriage. Yan Wushuang rolled his eyes and said, "You seem to have a good relationship with the prince."

At the last poetry gathering, Xie Chengqian clearly defended Song Xiwan, and he rode here again today.

He had never seen Xie Chengqian care so much about someone.

Song Xiwan's heart trembled slightly, but she appeared calm on the surface. "No, Master Yan must have misunderstood."

Young Master Yan looked at her suspiciously. Really?

Song Xiwan got into the carriage, dragged Song Lingxi out and placed her under a relatively hidden tree nearby.

"let's go."

Yan Wushuang looked confused, "Aren't you going to take her away?"

Song Xiwan smiled lightly, "My sister loves to play. She wants to go out for a trip to the suburbs before getting married. She won't be coming home so soon."

Yan Wushuang shrank his neck slightly, inexplicably hearing a hint of danger in her words.

But he didn't ask any further questions and drove away.

This actually surprised Song Xiwan. "Master Yan, don't you think I'm being too cruel?"

Yan Wushuang curled his lips and asked, "If I felt that way, would Miss Song bring her along?"

of course not.

Song Xiwan fell silent.

After Yan Wushuang got the answer, he said, "I believe Miss Song is not a cruel person. She must have a reason for doing this. As an outsider, I can't jump to conclusions."

A hint of smile appeared in Song Xiwan's eyes. Yan Wushuang was still the same as before, never bound by worldly affairs and doing whatever he wanted.

That's good.

After Song Xiwan returned home, he sent someone to tell the second house that Song Lingxi had disappeared outside the city.

Meng was so frightened that she immediately sent someone to look for him.

When she was found, the news that Song Lingxi had been taken away by robbers and her innocence had been tarnished somehow spread, and the whole of Shangjing City was talking about it.

When the Zhang family found out, they came to cancel the engagement, which made Meng and Song Kangwen so angry that they had a fight with them.

I don't know how it was finally settled, but the wedding went on as planned.

Song Xiwan didn't care about Song Lingxi's troubles. He just wanted to know who had assassinated her that day. After secretly investigating, he still found nothing.

At this time, Nanny Li came over and said, "Miss, the old lady wants you to come over."

I guess it’s about Song Lingxi.

Song Xiwan refused neatly, "I'm busy."

Nanny Li was so confused that she almost cried out, "But the old lady told me to invite the eldest lady..."

How can you say you are busy when your elders are delivering messages?

Song Xiwan smiled coldly, "Madame Li, my grandmother has been feeling depressed lately. You probably haven't been able to rest well, right?"