Chapter 13: Not a Good Match

When Song Yanxi changed her clothes and left the palace, the sky was already turning pale.

The carriage was shaking, and she leaned on the small couch covered with layers of soft mattresses in the carriage, closing her eyes and dozing off.

She seemed to be catching up on sleep, but in fact she was worried about Mo Jinchuan's leg disease.

She couldn't stand the wind after the medicinal bath, and the silver needle was displaced because he rushed to save her. Even if she took remedial measures in time, he would suffer for the next few days.

When another sigh came to her ears, Song Yanxi opened her eyes.

"Girl, did I disturb you?" Zhuzhi's face was full of guilt.

Song Yanxi shook her head, her eyes attracted by a hint of gold on the car window.

Zhuzhi followed her gaze and couldn't help but sigh, "His Royal Highness Prince Jin is truly generous. He actually used something so priceless to make window screens."

No one in the world could be richer than the girl's grandfather. Even so, he had searched all over the world for years and only found a small piece of material to make an inner armor as a gift for the girl in her family.

When worn close to the body, it can resist swords and knives. It is no exaggeration to say that it is invulnerable to swords and guns.

His Royal Highness Prince Jin was quite generous to the girl. If her girl had originally married Prince Jin...

The thought flashed through his mind, and Zhuzhi quickly shook his head, spitting several times in his heart.

Although His Royal Highness Prince Jin is a good man with good character, he is disabled and has Bai Yueguang in his heart, so he is not a good match.

Her daughter is such a good person, even if she returns home and remarries, she deserves to find a good husband who loves her wholeheartedly.

For a family like this, where one cannot get the favor of the husband and has to take care of step-children, even the royal palace is not suitable.

"Whoa--" The carriage that was moving smoothly suddenly stopped.

The driver's voice followed, "Who are you? How dare you stop my master's carriage?"

The leader raised his hand and said, "Don't leave any one behind."

Zhuzhi counted through the gap in the carriage curtain and found that there were more than ten people blocking the road, all wearing black clothes and masks, holding weapons.

They are all well-trained killers.

Her face was pale, and her voice was trembling with fear, but she pretended to be calm and said, "Miss, please give me your cloak quickly. After I lead the people away, you can get off the car and run back quickly. Don't look back."

"It's too late." Song Yanxi said with a cold face. She quickly grabbed Zhuzhi's hand and pulled her out of the carriage.

"Bang!"

The moment the two men landed, the carriage behind them broke into pieces.

If they had been a step slower, it would have been the master and servant who would have been torn to pieces.

The driver was quite skilled in martial arts, but after all, two fists were no match for four hands. Surrounded by dozens of people, he soon got injured.

If this continues, everyone will die here today.

Song Yanxi ignored the danger, turned around and rushed back to the ruined carriage, quickly rummaging through her medicine box.

The medicine box contained the poison she had prepared earlier.

The sound of fighting around was so loud that Song Yanxi, who was busy looking for something, didn't notice anyone approaching at all.

Zhuzhigang took the risk of snatching a knife from a seriously injured assassin. When he turned around and saw this scene, he rushed forward with the knife without hesitation.

But just as she approached, she was discovered by the assassin behind Song Yanxi, who turned around and kicked her away.

"Looking for death." The assassin said with disdain.

But the next moment, his expression suddenly changed.

Song Yanxi fiercely pulled out the silver hairpin stuck in his back and said in a cold voice, "You are the one who deserves to die."

The assassin turned around in anger, raised his sword high and was about to kill her.

“Puff!”

The sound of a long sword piercing flesh was heard, but the person who fell down was not Song Yanxi.

The assassin lowered his head softly, the tip of the sword on his chest gleaming coldly.

The blood-soaked woman in black drew out her soft sword and handed the dagger to Song Yanxi, saying respectfully, "I'm sorry to have frightened you, Madam."

After she finished speaking, she flew over and joined the battle.

With her was a woman with blood on her hands.

The two had obviously been through a fierce fight.

Song Yanxi clenched the dagger in her hand and smiled coldly, "My mother-in-law is really willing to spend money."

With the addition of these two people, the situation of the battle was quickly reversed.

Before the last person's neck was cut, he begged for mercy: "We are only doing this for money, please spare me..."

"If you want to explain, save it for the King of Hell."

Zhuzhi, who used to be afraid to even watch a chicken being slaughtered, watched the whole process with his eyes wide open. The moment he confirmed that the crisis was over, he sat down on the ground.

Song Yanxi reached out her hand, only to see the little girl shake her head and say aggrievedly: "Girl, your legs are weak."

Not to mention her, Song Yanxi was also a little dazed at this moment.

When she was studying medicine in the Valley of Divine Doctors, she often followed her master to various places to cure illnesses and save lives.

I have seen a lot of blood, but this is the first time I have seen someone kill someone.

She had just smeared a deadly poison on the silver hairpin, which was deadly if it came into contact with blood.

The assassin was already dead when the sword pierced his chest.

The two secret guards stepped forward and knelt down together, "We are late, please forgive us, Madam."

"It's not your fault. These people are quite skilled. Are they injured?" Song Yanxi reached out and helped one person up.

Zhuzhi did as he was told, gritted his teeth and endured the pain to help the other person up.

The tall woman said respectfully, "No, ma'am."

Another person handed over a bamboo whistle and said, "Madam, we two sisters will protect you from now on. Just blow the whistle when you need us."

Seeing that Song Yanxi didn't refuse, Zhuzhi took it with both hands and chuckled, "You two sisters can just call me Miss with me."

"Madam" or something like that really sounds unlucky.

They both said in unison: "Girl."

Song Yanxi curled her lips slightly, turned around, found three bottles of wound medicine from the medicine box, and handed them to them, "Please help me send one bottle to the coachman who sent us away today, and keep the other two bottles for safety."

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"Miss, I..." Zhuzhi hesitated to speak on the way back in the carriage.

Song Yanxi poured out a pill from the jade bottle and said, "Open your mouth."

Zhuzhi recognized it at a glance as a medicine that was effective for treating internal injuries and opened her mouth to refuse, "Miss, I don't have any..."

Before he could finish his words, the pill was already in his mouth. When it encountered the temperature, it instantly turned into water and slid down his throat.

She reached out and rubbed her stomach, and the pain was indeed relieved a lot.

Zhuzhi moved closer to Song Yanxi and said with lingering fear, "Miss, today was really dangerous. Fortunately, His Royal Highness Prince Jin had other arrangements."

Song Yanxi lowered her eyes, looking at the white jade pendant lying quietly in the small compartment at the bottom of the medicine box, and said softly, "I should thank His Highness Prince Jin very much."

If it weren't for him today, even if the master and servant could escape danger, they would never have been able to get away unscathed.

Thinking of today's assassin, Zhuzhi gritted her teeth and said, "The old lady is too vicious. Not only did she fail to ruin the girl's reputation, she even wanted to kill her!

No, I must go to Shuntian Prefecture and sue her."

"What are you suing for?" Song Yanxi raised her eyelids. "We are not the victims."

Zhuzhi thought about it carefully and almost laughed out loud.

Last night the old lady's plot against her daughter failed and she ended up losing her own precious daughter. Today she lost so many experts. It would be a blessing if she didn't die of anger.

"Are we just going to let it go like this?" Zhuzhi frowned, fearing that his daughter would try to be as easy to talk to as before.

Song Yanxi closed the medicine box with her backhand, a layer of frost covering her face. "Forget it? Mother-in-law has gone to so much trouble for me, spending money and manpower. If I forget it, won't I be letting her down?"