By reading my mind, I defeated the crazy regent

This place is not in the middle of the street, but at a fork in the road. Not all people walk here, and most people use horse-drawn carriages.

Just then, a carriage came slowly towards them, and the assassins panicked.

If they were discovered, it would cause a big commotion.

But if I can't capture Tang Qiansui with such a rare opportunity, not only will I be unable to explain myself when I go back, but it will also alert the enemy. There will never be such an opportunity again.

The assassins were so frightened that they came straight at him to kill him.

But they had just retreated more than ten meters, and it would take time to run over.

At this moment, the old driver had climbed back into the carriage and the wet nurse had climbed in.

The old coachman gritted his teeth, skillfully turned the carriage around, and in the blink of an eye it was galloping away.

Seeing this, the assassins hurriedly chased after him.

But they didn't know that the moment Tang Qiansui's old driver started driving, this old driver was no longer an ordinary driver.

That's the God of Cars!

Not only did the carriage run very fast, it could also always get into small alleys at tricky angles. The old coachman could drive into alleys that normally no carriage could enter.

And the car is very fast.

When the eldest lady fought for the opportunity to regain control of the carriage for him, the old coachman was confident that he would be able to safely escape the siege with the eldest lady today.

The old driver's eyes were determined as if the god of death had been reborn. His messy white hair was blown up and stood up. He clenched his teeth and his skin was tense all over.

Hold the reins tightly, don't shout any commands, but every action can make the horse successfully accept the command.

But after a few turns, the assassin found that he could not keep up with them.

After two more turns, they discovered to their horror that they could not find the carriage.

"Damn it! They actually lost us!"

So many assassins stood at the fork in the road, their eyes blank as if they were experiencing a dream.

"Boss, are we lost?"

They still couldn't believe it.

The assassin leader was also shocked: "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

"Wasn't the carriage right in front of us just now? We were following it closely the whole time. There's no way we could have lost them."

"And the carriage was so noisy, but here I can't hear any sound at all. It's like the sound of wheels just now suddenly disappeared."

The more the assassin boss reviewed the situation, the more horrified he became.

"We're not really seeing... that thing in broad daylight, are we?"

He was so taboo that he didn't even dare to say the word "ghost".

These grown men, who were cold-blooded killers, were all terrified by this incident.

They just couldn't figure out how they could have lost the person.

Tang Qiansui didn't dare to take it lightly and remained tense and silent.

The wet nurse protected Tang Qiansui tightly, and when she sat down, she held on to both sides of the window to stabilize herself.

The three of them fled for their lives without saying a word.

Except for the old coachman who was confident, Tang Qiansui and the wet nurse were both skeptical about whether they could escape.

After all, they only had one carriage for the elderly, the weak, women and children.

The other side had six or seven strong killers.

Can this be escaped?

The old driver used his strength to tell them that he could.

"Miss, we're home. Get out of the car and go back home."

The old driver's voice was so steady that it seemed as if it had never been heard before.

There was a refreshing cheerfulness in that confidence, as if an old man had just done something particularly remarkable.

He is really amazing too.

Tang Qiansui lifted the carriage curtain as if in a dream, and indeed saw the gilded plaque with four large characters "Regent's Palace".

Even the door nails on the gate, which represent the palace's identity, can give Tang Qiansui a different sense of security at this moment.

The doorman had already come out. Seeing that it was her, he immediately came to greet her: "Miss Tang, you're back. Hey, what happened? How did Uncle Che and the nanny get hurt?"

Both of them had some bruises on their faces.

The wet nurse burst into tears and hugged Tang Qiansui tightly, calling her "Miss" over and over.

Tang Qiansui hugged her wet nurse with one hand and looked at the old coachman who was standing beside the horse with his arm around his waist, respectfully and humbly, with a sharp gaze.

She got off the car with her wet nurse and led everyone into the palace before stopping.

"Uncle Che, you..."

Tang Qiansui wanted to ask, you must not be an ordinary person.

But thinking that Uncle Che had never said anything, and the nanny and Uncle Jiang had never mentioned Uncle Che's identity, it seemed that Uncle Che was unwilling to say it, so Tang Qiansui shut up in time.

But her gratitude and admiration for Mr. Che were simply beyond words.

She bowed 90 degrees to Mr. Che.

The old driver was terrified and knelt down and kowtowed: "Miss, what are you doing? I can't bear this."

Tang Qiansui helped the old driver up and said, "How can you not bear it? If it weren't for you today, the three of us would have died, especially me. I would have died miserably."

The old driver hurriedly said, "I dare not say that. If it weren't for your quick thinking and calmness in the face of danger, and if you hadn't successfully scared off those assassins, how could I have been so shy as to regain control of the carriage?"

Although the old driver said this, Tang Qiansui knew that she was able to survive today only because of the old driver's superb driving skills.

This is no longer just a simple talent, it is a life-saving artifact that must be used at home.

The butler nearby heard the word "killer" and was so frightened that he quickly interrupted.

"Killer? What killer? Have you met the killer?"

Tang Qiansui nodded and briefly explained the matter.

The housekeeper turned pale with fright.

"This is the master's sweetheart, and she almost can't come back. Isn't this going to cost the master his life?"

"Miss Tang, please go back to your room and rest. I will send people to protect you around the courtyard. You can rest assured in the palace. I guarantee that no one will dare to come in and harm you."

Tang Qiansui nodded and dragged the frightened wet nurse and the old coachman away.

The housekeeper hurriedly ordered, "Quick, quick, send someone to report to the prince that Miss Tang had encountered an assassin."

"Also, quickly send someone to the street Miss Tang mentioned and conduct a thorough investigation. It would be best if we could find out who assassinated Miss Tang."

"Yes."

A group of people split into two groups, and the Regent's Palace became tense again.

Yin Tingyan had just finished dealing with a memorial, and now there was another issue of drought in the southwest, which was really a headache.

He frowned and closed his eyes in thought.

The little emperor rolled his eyes around, and seeing that his seventh uncle looked very tired, the little prince jumped off the dragon throne and walked over.

"Seventh Uncle, are you tired? Do you want to go to the side hall and lie down to rest for a while?"

Yin Tingyan said calmly, "No need, Your Majesty, don't worry. Go read the memorial."

Look again?

I'm going to vomit after watching this.

The little emperor didn't say he didn't want to watch anymore. He said, "Seventh Imperial Uncle looks so tired. Is it because of the recent unrest outside that he's exhausted?"

"I also heard today that you killed a ten-year-old child?"