He Zheng did not stop and saw that the assassin was about to be strangled to death.

Xie Qingyao suddenly said, "He Qiyun, I feel a little cold."

It was just a casual remark, but it easily made He Zheng stop.

He restrained his murderous intent and loosened his grip. The assassin fell limply to the ground and fainted.

If it was any later, he would really go to see the King of Hell.

He Zheng lowered his eyebrows, slowly turned around, raised his hand to untie his outer robe and walked towards Xie Qingyao.

The night wind made Xie Qingyao shiver.

She is really cold.

He Zheng paused with his fingertips and frowned slightly.

Scared her?

He Zheng suppressed the corner of his mouth, put on Xie Qingyao's outer robe, and then held her in his arms, "Let's go back to Xie Mansion."

They didn't even look at the assassin on the ground. Xi Feng dragged him away, kicking him a few times angrily.

"I asked you to assassinate my wife, but you think your life is too long."

"You bastard, you ruined the fun of the lanterns."

The interrogation was naturally handed over to Xifeng.

The moonlight poured in through the window of the room, was cut into different shapes by the window panes, and fell on Xie Qingyao.

At this moment, she was sitting cross-legged on the couch, her black hair falling on her body like a waterfall.

The clothes were loose, revealing her slender neck and delicate collarbone.

He Zheng's dark robe moved slightly as he approached Xie Qingyao. She looked a little confused, as if she was sleepy or thinking about something.

"What is Yaoyao thinking about?"

He reached out and stroked her long hair.

Xie Qingyao: "I'm wondering who sent that assassin to kill me."

"The remnants of those people from before? Not quite."

"It should be someone else..."

The one who ordered the assassination was not King Qin, King An and others, there was someone else behind the scenes.

She whispered, "There are so many people who want my life."

He Zheng's face was slightly gloomy, and even though he didn't show any expression, he felt an extraordinary sense of oppression.

"No matter who is behind this, I will kill him." He Zheng said.

At this moment, Xie Qingyao felt the cold and dangerous atmosphere in the teahouse again, and she raised her head.

He Zheng's low voice came, "Is Yaoyao scared today?"

Perhaps what he wanted to ask more was whether anyone was afraid of him because of his cruel side.