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Suddenly, the person moved instantly.

With lightning speed, he rushed towards Sang Luan, clutching what he was holding.

The corner of the object was inadvertently revealed, clearly a newly sharpened dagger.

A sliver of sunlight shone through the window not far away, reflecting off the tip of the dagger and instantly emanating a chilling aura.

The man's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he glared at Sang Luan. He then swung his hand as if using all his strength.

The dagger was about to pierce Sang Luan's heart.

Everything happened so fast that no one present had time to react.

Yu Po and Zhuo Jing involuntarily widened their eyes and covered their mouths.

In a flash, Feng Hengzhi's eyes sharpened, and he launched a flying kick that struck the man's shoulder. The man groaned, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground in surprise.

The man gritted his teeth and struggled to his feet, quickly reaching for the dagger. In an instant, he gripped it tightly in his hand again.

Seeing that the black cloth on his head was about to fall off, the man quickly freed one hand to firmly press the black cloth on his face.

In the next instant, Feng Hengzhi and Nie Zhiyang quickly stepped forward and surrounded the man in the black turban.

The man in the black turban straightened up and headed straight for Sang Luan, muttering as he ran, "Go to hell!"

Sang Luan's eyelids twitched, and she immediately moved several steps to the side, her heart leaping into her throat.

That dagger was only three fingers' width away from her just now.

To her surprise, the man in the black veil seemed to have already decided on her; every time she took a step, he would follow.

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault!"

The man in the black turban roared with all his might, staring at Sang Luan with eyes blazing with fury.

Sang Luan quickly took a step back.

Again?

Feng Hengzhi looked very impatient and kicked again, this time hitting the man in black in the chest. The man in black was startled, but he gritted his teeth and tried to move forward despite the pain.

However, Nie Zhiyang moved again. After kicking the dagger out of the black-clothed man's hand, he quickly stepped forward and, together with Zhuo Jing, subdued the man from both sides.

"Behave yourself." Zhuo Jing slapped the man in the black cloth hard on the back of the head. "You still dare to hurt people!"

The man in the black turban stared intently at Sang Luan, his expression extremely agitated. "If it weren't for your meddling, we would have succeeded long ago."

Zhuo Jing impatiently reached out and picked at his ear, then ripped off the mask from the man in black and stuffed it into his mouth.

Beneath the face mask was an ordinary-looking face.

The man's pupils widened suddenly, as if he wanted to say something, but he could only utter a sob.

"What's all this noise about? Why can't you all be quiet this early in the morning?" Meng Youning slowly walked out of the private room next door and stood by the door, looking languid.

When his gaze fell upon Sang Luan, he couldn't help but chuckle, "Oh, I thought it was someone else."

She glanced at Feng Hengzhi casually, her tone filled with undisguised sarcasm, "So the Grand Secretary is here too. How rare."

Zhuo Jing and the other person nodded slightly to Meng Youning, "Princess Consort."

Meng Youning gave a lazy hum and looked up at Sang Luan. Just as she was about to say something, she caught a glimpse of the man whose arm was being held down.

She suddenly covered her mouth, looking astonished. "What's wrong with this person? He's baring his teeth, it's terrifying!"

At the same time, a sound came from downstairs, and in the blink of an eye, a person stepped forward and walked to Feng Hengzhi, saying respectfully, "Sir, everyone has arrived."

In an instant, everyone's attention was focused on Feng Hengzhi.

Meng Youning subtly gave Sang Luan a look.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she moved closer to the masked man with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

The man with the face mask kept making whimpering sounds.

Meng Youning blinked, her eyes were very clear.

She slowly pulled out a hairpin from her temple, held it in her hand, and glanced at the person in front of her casually.

"Pfft..."

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh suddenly rang out.

The hairpin in Meng Youning's hand had already pierced the shoulder of the man in the black turban.

Blood spurted out and splashed onto Meng Youning's cheeks, and a foul smell suddenly rushed into Meng Youning's nostrils.

The man in the black veil whimpered in pain, and the blood seeping from his body quickly turned his clothes black.

His head kept shaking, his pupils widened slightly, and the next moment, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Meng Youning's face froze, and she stared blankly at her hands. Suddenly, her hand trembled, and the hairpin in her hand fell to the ground.

Her eyes immediately welled up with tears, filled with fear. She instinctively took a step back and stood there helplessly.

She covered her head with her hands and screamed, seemingly terrified by the scene before her.

Having witnessed the whole thing, Yu Po silently lowered her head.

The next moment, everyone present quickly came to their senses and stared at Meng Youning in astonishment.

Zhuo Jing blinked, turned to look at the man in the black turban, and then glanced at Meng Youning, who looked terrified.

For a moment, his eyes were filled with complex emotions.

Meng Youning raised her eyes and tilted her head slightly, looking as if she had just come to her senses. "That villain, his eyes just now clearly said he wanted to kill me. How could I, a princess consort, be threatened by him?"

His tone was full of resentment.

Zhuo Jing and the other person subconsciously looked up at Feng Hengzhi, only to see that he simply waved his hand dismissively.

Immediately afterwards, the man in the black veil was carried away.

Meng Youning suddenly collapsed to the ground, her hands bracing herself on the ground. She looked extremely weak, and her face was very pale.

Her brows furrowed tightly, and she covered her chest with her hand.

"Feng Hengzhi, it's you again?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out.

Meng Youning paused slightly, turned her body slightly to the side, and saw Qi Ran swaggering up.

She pulled out a handkerchief from somewhere, then clenched it tighter in her hand, glancing at the figure out of the corner of her eye.

Feng Hengzhi glanced coldly at Qi Ran and snorted, "What an unlucky day. I keep running into people I don't want to deal with."

Sang Luan silently pursed her lips. If it weren't to prevent the original plot from deviating, who would bother with this ice-cold face?

Qi Ran's eyes widened, she took a step forward, and pointed at him, "Who are you talking about?"

Feng Hengzhi completely ignored him.

"You, Feng Hengzhi! You, Grand Secretary!" Qi Ran's gaze suddenly fell on Meng Youning on the ground, and his eyes lit up. He became even angrier, and when he said "Grand Secretary," he emphasized the word, "Is this how you bully the Crown Princess?"

He strolled slowly around Feng Hengzhi with his arms crossed, saying, "Be careful, or I'll report you to the Emperor!"

Feng Hengzhi was about to leave when he suddenly spoke up as he passed Qi Ran, "If the young master doesn't want his eyes, he can give them to someone who needs them."