The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

She had walked a long way today and felt quite tired. The wine she had drunk made her head spin, and the swaying of the carriage made her feel drowsy.

When your head spins, your reason goes blank, and you have no mind to care about anything else.

As the carriage jolted, Fang Qingyou grew increasingly dizzy, and her half-open eyes gradually closed.

Liu Tiewa drove the carriage out of the imperial city and headed towards Liu Family Village.

He was already very familiar with this route.

It was already dark, a huge black curtain obscuring the sky, and stars were slowly rising on that curtain.

At this hour, there weren't many people on the road.

As Liu Tiewa drove, he felt as if a gust of wind had passed by his ear.

He tilted his head in that direction, wondering why the gust of wind came and went so quickly.

When Liu Tiewa came over, he felt as if there was someone next to him. Sure enough, he saw a dark figure sitting down next to him.

"Little..." Liu Tiewa's expression changed drastically. Before he could call out to Fang Qingyou, he was kicked off the carriage.

Liu Tiewa landed right on a slope, and his body rolled uncontrollably downhill.

As it rolled along, it crashed into a rock and lost consciousness.

Besides this dark figure, many of his accomplices were hiding at night. They originally intended to kill Liu Tiewa, but stopped when they saw him roll down the slope.

This person doesn't affect their plans, so they don't bother looking for him.

Putting their plans into action is of paramount importance.

In her sleep, Fang Qingyou vaguely heard Liu Tiewa calling her, and also heard the sound of something falling down.

She listened intently, but heard nothing more. The carriage continued to move, so she subconsciously felt that nothing must have happened.

Then I let my guard down, closed my eyes, and fell asleep again.

Fang Qingyou was unaware that the coachman had long since transformed from Liu Tiewa into a black-clad assassin, who was now driving the carriage and taking her down a different road.

A road completely different from the road back to Liujia Village!

"Bang—thump—" Fang Qingyou was jolted awake by a violent jolt, her body slamming against the carriage, the impact making her bones ache.

Fang Qingyou gasped in pain, still lying there trying to clear her head. Feeling like she had slept for quite a while, she asked, "Uncle Tiewa, where are we? Are we almost there?"

She assumed Liu Tiewa was still driving, thinking that he was always a very steady driver, and it was normal for him to experience a bumpy ride like this once in a while. There were bound to be stones and such on the road, especially since they were driving at night.

Fang Qingyou was puzzled when she didn't get a response to her question. Although Liu Tiewa was not good with words, he was still very close to her. When she spoke, he would sometimes chuckle if he didn't know how to respond, but he would never be so silent today. What was wrong with him today?

Fang Qingyou felt puzzled and couldn't help but ask again, "Uncle Tiewa?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the carriage jolted again.

This time, Fang Qingyou was somewhat conscious, so she immediately sensed the abnormality. The carriage was not bumping because of stones or anything like that on the road, but because they were currently traveling on a mountain road.

The road back to Liujia Village from the imperial city was a smooth one, with no mountain roads at all!

Fang Qingyou suddenly remembered what had happened today. She had gone to the palace to attend the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet, and the thought of the envious, jealous, and hateful looks she had received made her heart skip a beat.

Oh no, she's drunk and completely lost her senses.

Thinking of this, Fang Qingyou woke up instantly, no longer feeling sleepy or drunk. She had a very bad feeling and wondered if Liu Tiewa had gotten into trouble because of her carelessness.

Fang Qingyou quietly lifted the carriage curtain. It was very dark outside, and she could only see a dark figure sitting on the carriage shaft driving the carriage, but she was certain that it was not Liu Tiewa.

Liu Tiewa was sturdy and had a simple and honest air about him, but the dark figure in front of him exuded a murderous aura, the kind of aura that only a person who reaped lives possessed!

Killer!

After being chased so many times, Fang Qingyou immediately realized the identity of the shadowy figure.

Fang Qingyou suddenly had several silver needles in her hand, and was about to stab the black-clad assassin's vital points, but he was clearly on guard and blocked her silver needles, twisting her arm.

Fang Qingyou was filled with regret. If she had discovered the black-clad assassin's presence in time, she wouldn't have alerted him, and perhaps she could have successfully launched a sneak attack.

But it's too late to say all this now.

"Whose man are you?" Fang Qingyou asked, drawing the attention of the assassin in black while simultaneously looking for an opportunity to escape.

The assassin in black naturally wouldn't answer her, and Fang Qingyou didn't expect him to either. She quietly twirled the silver needle in her hand, seized the opportunity, and flicked it with her delicate hand. The silver needle flew out with a whoosh and pierced the vital acupoint on the assassin's neck.

In an instant, the assassin in black was unable to move.

Upon seeing this, Fang Qingyou quickly kicked the assassin in black, sending him off the carriage.

"Boom-"

After that, Fang Qingyou got out of the carriage and sat on the carriage shaft to become the coachman.

In front of the mountain was a mountain road covered with rocks. Fang Qingyou, who was not skilled at driving, drove the carriage swaying from side to side, which was very dangerous and could have overturned at any time.

Fang Qingyou was speechless from the jolting, and she deeply felt that she should really learn how to ride a horse when she had time, otherwise if she encountered any danger again and had to drive herself, she would be in trouble.

At that time, I might not have been killed by an assassin; I would have been jolted to death by my own carriage.

However, this is not the time to think about these things; getting out of danger is the most important thing right now.

Fang Qingyou was about to stop the carriage to determine the direction and see where she should go.

Fang Qingyou didn't know where the road ahead led, but if she continued in this direction, she might be entering the enemy's territory.

If she goes back, she doesn't know if there are any other assassins in black on the way. If there are, it probably won't be easy for her to escape.

Just as she was thinking this, Fang Qingyou suddenly heard a whooshing sound coming from behind her.

When she turned her head, her expression immediately turned cold, because she saw five or six black-clad assassins rushing towards her, their figures swift as lightning, the swords in their hands gleaming with a chilling light under the faint starlight.

Of course, he couldn't outrun her, so Fang Qingyou had no choice but to rev the carriage and accelerate forward.

The carriage jolted and swayed, almost throwing Fang Qingyou off, but it also pushed her further and further away from the black-clad assassins behind her.

However, before Fang Qingyou could even breathe a sigh of relief, her expression changed drastically.