A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

The guard said urgently, "His Majesty was stabbed by an assassin during the fight. I need to find the imperial physician."

Upon hearing this, Wutong quickly made way, and the guard ran forward swiftly. She glanced at his back, then at the palace gate, her heart pounding wildly in her chest, and mustered her courage to rush inside.

She had expected to see Nanxing collapsed on the ground, covered in blood, a horrific sight. But when she went inside, she saw him leaning against a pillar, not looking like he was about to die, and she breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Before him, many guards busily searched, almost turning the palace upside down.

Wutong ran to Nanxing's side, helped him up, and asked, "How are you?"

Nanxing turned his head and stared blankly at her, "You've come..."

"I heard you were injured. Where are you injured?"

"It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet? Weren't you about to go to sleep when I left?"

Nanxing gave an irrelevant answer, which made Wutong anxious, so she couldn't help but raise her voice and shout, "Never mind whether I'm asleep or not, where exactly am I hurt?"

This cry attracted the attention of many guards and finally woke Nanxing.

He removed his hand from his waist, revealing his undergarments stained with blood.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury."

Wutong squatted down, lifted the hem of her clothes to examine it carefully, and frowned.

"This is an injury? If you don't see the imperial physician soon, you'll never be able to straighten your back for the rest of your life."

Nanxing's lips were pale, and she gave a weak smile.

"It's not that exaggerated. I still need to find an assassin."

After he finished speaking, he went to direct the guards to search the palace. No matter how Wutong tried to persuade him, he refused to leave. Finally, probably because he was getting impatient with the noise, he said, "You talk too much today."

The parasol tree remained silent.

"I talk too much? I'm just concerned about you. Otherwise, who would care whether you live or die?"

Nanxing was stunned.

"Are you serious?"

"Of course, you've always been like family to me. How could I not care when my family member is hurt?"

When Nanxing was stabbed by the assassin's sword, she only frowned slightly. But hearing her words now, she felt an urge to cry.

Family... although it wasn't the identity he wanted, it was better than nothing.

He took a step back and leaned on Wutong's shoulder.

The sycamore tree was much shorter than him, almost pressed to the ground by him, and asked speechlessly, "What are you doing?"

Nanxing said, "My wound hurts, help me up."

Wutong: "..."

His wound was indeed serious, and even though she knew he did it on purpose, Wutong resignedly supported him.

"It's too messy here, let's go to another palace for bandaging."

Nanxing is very stubborn.

"No, we must find them."

Unable to dissuade him, Wutong had no choice but to accompany him on the search. After searching the palace, the guards found no suspicious persons, so they expanded the search area, looking inside and outside the palace, but unfortunately, they still found nothing.

He sent people to every entrance and exit of the palace to inquire with the guards, and they learned that no one had entered or left the palace during this period.

This suggests that either those people were exceptionally skilled in martial arts and managed to escape the palace by evading the guards, or they were still inside the palace.

Nanxing had personally fought with them and believed that their lightness skill was not good enough to reach that level, so the second possibility was more likely.

Another group of people ran over; it was Adan and Ruolan. The guards had also searched their residence and, after being woken up, rushed over to inquire about the situation. Ruolan hadn't even had time to put on makeup and looked even more haggard than during the day.

"Your Majesty, how is it? Has the assassin been caught?"

Nanxing wasn't in the mood to answer, so Wutong explained the situation to him.

Adan was furious after hearing this.

"These assassins are too arrogant, daring to break into the palace. Your Majesty, why don't you give me a squad of men, and I guarantee I'll help you capture them."

Nanxing didn't quite believe him and hesitated when he heard him recommend himself.

At this moment, a guard said, "Actually... not the entire palace has been searched. There are still two places that haven't been searched."

Nanxing asked with a grim expression, "Which two places?"

"Wutong Girl's residence, and also a Buddhist hall."

Nanxing's expression softened a bit, and he waved his hand, saying, "There's no need to search these two places. They can't get into the Buddhist hall, and Wutong wouldn't help the assassins hide."

The guard clearly thought so too, and nodded.

Wutong stepped forward and said, "No, we should go and look for them."

Nanxing was taken aback. "Why?"

“I came out when I heard the noise. The guards were worried that I would come out with them. Since there was no one guarding the palace, they might take the opportunity to hide inside.”

Nanxing looked at her appreciatively, feeling that she was thinking of him and being honest with him. He felt much better, and even his wounds didn't hurt as much.

"Okay, let's go find it now."

"You still want to go? You should bandage it first. Just let the guards go."

Wutong looked at his waist with concern.

Nanxing laughed and said, "Don't worry, I won't die."

He is the emperor, he is the most powerful, and he calls the shots in the palace.

The group followed him to the side hall, where the guards began a search, looking from the front yard to the back yard, but found no one.

Nanxing said, "It seems there are no assassins here. Let's go and check out other places."

He placed his hand on Wutong's shoulder, using her for support. The bad mood from being stabbed by the assassin had long since vanished; instead, he was somewhat relieved that he had been wounded, otherwise Wutong certainly wouldn't have come to check on him.

"and many more."

Just as they were about to leave, Adan noticed the shoes in front of the bed move slightly. He quickly stopped everyone, held his breath, and went over.

He bent down, lifted the curtains, and peered under the bed, shouting, "Someone's there!"

Almost simultaneously, a beam of snow-white light shot out, but Adan was prepared and dodged the sharp sword.

The guards rushed forward, surrounded the bed, and finally pulled out three masked men from under it.

Nanxing interrogated them despite his injuries.

"Who sent you?"

The three remained silent, their eyes wide as saucers, as if they wanted to devour him alive.

"Where are you from?"

They remained silent.

Nanxing lowered his eyes, suddenly drew the knife from the guard's waist, and slashed fiercely at the foot of one of them.

A section of his foot was cut off by the sharp blade, and the man fell to the ground in pain. The other two protected him and cursed at Nanxing.

He listened for a while, knife in hand, then sheathed it and said coldly:

"Another person from southern Xinjiang."

Wutong knew how he figured it out; those people were cursing in the Southern Xinjiang dialect, and they were fluent in it, so they must have grown up there.

But why did the people from southern Xinjiang come to assassinate Nanxing?

Wutong felt heavy-hearted as she recalled some rumors she had heard before.

Nanxing ordered his men to take them away for further interrogation, determined to find out why they had entered the palace and who had instigated them.

The guards led the assassin away, and the palace servants carried basins of water to wipe the blood off the ground.

Nanxing was about to leave when Ruolan casually remarked, "Wutong, you and Nanjiang are truly inseparable. Even after all these years apart, there are still Nanjiang people hiding under your bed."

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