Cold-faced Empress

Fu Siying's breathing became labored.

The man in blue said she hasn't changed at all since she was a child?

This means that he not only knows her, but they are also old acquaintances!

who? !

Fu Siying racked her brains but still couldn't figure out who it could be!

Seeing that the man in blue did not respond, she angrily asked again, "Don't play dumb, who are you!"

Her angry question caused the man in blue to tighten his grip on her mouth, then pull her forcefully into his arms.

The man in blue lowered his voice and whispered in Fu Siying's ear, "It's better if we don't recognize each other, so that our relationship won't get in the way."

Fu Siying stared wide-eyed, taking in the darkness of the night. He didn't want to acknowledge her; did he not want their relationship to be an obstacle? An obstacle in what way? Was it about killing her?

Fu Siying knew it was not advisable to confront the man in blue at this time, so she fell silent and pretended to be afraid and desperate.

Seeing that Fu Siying had stopped struggling, the man in blue was torn. But in the end, he hardened his heart and raised his hand to stab Fu Siying's body with his sword!

Because his sword-wielding hand was tightly gripping Fu Siying's wrists, this strike would inevitably release Fu Siying's arms.

Now's the time!

Seizing this brief, fleeting moment, Fu Siying suddenly clenched her fist and pounded hard on the lower body of the man in blue behind her!

A dull thud was heard, followed by a "Ugh!"

A painful cry, forced from her throat, rang in Fu Siying's ears, the sound filled with the agony of her throat being torn apart. In that instant, Fu Siying felt the hand covering her mouth loosen its grip considerably, and soon, the chest pressed against her back moved away from her.

Realizing she had struck her target, Fu Siying quickly leaped forward a few steps. Intending to flee immediately, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that the figure in blue was curled up in pain. After a moment's hesitation, she boldly chose not to leave, but instead swiftly lit the candles in the room.

When the light reappeared, it seemed that all the danger and fear had been defeated and retreated into the corner.

Seeing that the man in blue was still unable to straighten up, Fu Siying nimbly picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground and pointed it at him: "How does it feel?"

The man in blue was suffering immense pain that could not be relieved for a long time. When he looked up at Fu Siying, sweat streamed down his forehead.

He was still covered by a black cloth, concealing his true face.

Her voice trembled: "Fu Siying, where did you, an unmarried young lady, learn such underhanded tricks?"

As he spoke, he laboriously freed one hand, gripped the long sword tightly, and still wanted to confront Fu Siying.

Fu Siying said without blushing, "I just casually slapped you behind you; it's your own fate that has come."

"Ha, your fate has come?" The man in blue slowly stood up.

Seeing this, Fu Siying immediately stood by the door, ensuring she could escape at any moment. She watched the man in blue with great vigilance. He looked even more disheveled than before, covered in blood and grime, his blue robes almost turning a dark, bluish-black stone slab color, a testament to the hardships he had endured these past few days.

Fu Siying's gaze was unfriendly. This man in blue had first caused her to have both shoulders injured by Prince Mu, and now he had tried to kill her. The feud between them had deepened!

The man in blue, whose pain had subsided, straightened up, steadied his breathing, and stared at Fu Siying for a long time. Only when Fu Siying reprimanded him did he slowly speak, "Are you sure you want to call someone to arrest me?"

Fu Siying frowned: "Enough with the nonsense, throw away that sword in your hand first!"