He addressed Yuan Zhengqi, who was still on the ground and didn't fully understand what was happening:

"Now that you're awake, don't lie on the ground. You'd better tell my father what exactly happened tonight as soon as possible, or this will happen again."

Then he added, "Don't tell anyone that I saved you, Xiaobai. Let's go."

"Alright." The white tiger growled softly and carried Jing Le away in an instant, leaving Yuan Zhengqi, who was still in a daze, behind.

Yuan Zhengqi touched the wound on his chest and then looked at the bloodstains on the ground.

"I wasn't dreaming. I was killed—no, I was nearly assassinated! Princess Anle saved me!!"

He might not recognize Jing Le, but that big white tiger was a landmark.

Now everyone in the entire Yong Dynasty knows that Emperor Jing gave the White Tiger to Princess Anle.

And the person who came to assassinate him—he figured he must have discovered something extraordinary to have led to tonight's misfortune.

He had been busy with the Ministry of Revenue's accounts these days and felt that some things didn't match up with last year's, so he mentioned it to the Right Vice Minister of Revenue.

In the end, the matter was taken over by the Right Vice Minister, and he stopped paying attention to it. As a result, he was assassinated that night.

He would never believe there wasn't something fishy going on.

"No, I have to go to the palace to see the emperor immediately. If they know I'm still alive, they might come back."

There were very few people in Yuan Zhengqi's mansion to begin with, which is why they were able to kill people so easily without anyone knowing.

Without time to tidy himself up, he wrapped himself in an outer robe and secretly left through the back door, heading towards the palace.

The Imperial Palace, Hall of Mental Cultivation.

"You mean Lele flew away riding a white tiger?"