The routine visits to the Tenth Prince's residence for several days in a row made Yinzhen lower his guard, and he was not as tense about the people and guards protecting Qingyin. So today, on the way to the Tenth Prince's residence, when they saw the commoners suddenly draw their swords at them, they were caught off guard and were slashed several times.

The Tenth Prince's residence was a bit far from the market, and this area was relatively remote, but a few people would still wander around here. It was not surprising that the group saw the people disguised as assassins. It was this oversight that caused some people to suffer a great loss. The assassins were all heading towards Qingyin's carriage, and their purpose was very clear. The secret guard Ajiu did not care about being exposed and rushed into the carriage.

Qingyin, inside the carriage, also heard the commotion outside. She patted Dongmei's shoulder reassuringly. However, Ajiu, who had barged in, didn't bother to explain and simply picked up Qingyin, fleeing to a remote place. Qingyin saw the panic and fear in Dongmei's eyes and wanted to comfort her, but due to the situation, she could only give her a look. Fortunately, the group's target was Qingyin. As Ajiu carried her away, they chased after Ajiu without a care in the world.

Only after Qingyin had gone far away did Dongmei, covered in the stench of blood, emerge from the corpses with a mixture of fear and determination. However, there were too many bodies, and she accidentally fell to the ground. The stench of blood filled her nostrils, almost making her vomit. She endured the pain and struggled to her feet. The smell of blood stimulated her reason, forcing herself to calm down. Dongmei thought about how to save her young lady. Should she return to the manor to inform the prince? No, the Yongqin Prince's manor was too far away. It was only two streets away from the Tenth Prince's manor. Yes, she should go to the Tenth Prince's wife and ask the Tenth Prince for help!

The Tenth Prince's Residence.

What's rare today is that the Tenth Prince is also at the residence. Looking at his wife, who is dressed in bright and dazzling Mongolian attire, Yinzhen felt a little uncomfortable. Unlike Yinzhen and Yinzhen, who are handsome in a more righteous way, Yinzhen looks more like his mother, Consort Wenxi. He has feminine features, but he is not effeminate. At first glance, he has a non-threatening appearance. In particular, his love of food makes his face even rounder, making him appear more harmless.

He gave the Tenth Princess Consort a furtive glare, then turned his head to look at the jujube tree in the courtyard, as if afraid she would notice.

After looking back and forth several times at his tenth wife who still ignored him, Yinzhen finally couldn't contain his jealousy and said in a gruff voice, "Didn't you say that we can't wear Mongolian clothes here?"

"It's not that I can't wear it, I just can't be bothered with those gossipy people. Sister Nian is different from those vulgar people, I just love to wear it for her to see." The Tenth Princess admired her beauty in the mirror and said with a smile.

"Why are you so free today? Why aren't you leaving? And why are you saying these things? Are you jealous, Master?" The Tenth Princess turned her head and looked at Yinzhen suspiciously.

Yinzhen froze under her gaze. He knew that his wife and his fourth brother's concubine were on good terms, and he let her be. After all, given his status, no one dared to say anything. This had even improved his relationship with his fourth brother. However, it wasn't the point for him. He had no ambition for the higher position. With his status, as long as he didn't cause trouble, he was guaranteed a life of wealth and honor. Having lived in the capital for so long, he never expected to fall for this young wife from Mongolia. But at the moment he fell in love, he also knew how to protect this little eagle that had flown in from Mongolia. However, seeing his wife, who had been more concerned about her friends than him these past few days, he felt a little uneasy. Not wanting his wife to see his jealousy, Yinzhen, concerned with his image, forced himself to remain calm. "I'm just curious about how my sister-in-law could give birth to someone like Fupei. Who's jealous!"

Before the Tenth Prince's wife could expose her husband's pretense, a panicked guard rushed in and knelt down with a thud. "Your Highness's wife, the maidservant who was with Consort Nian at the door is covered in blood."

"What!"

Covered in blood, Yin's heart skipped a beat. It was someone from that young sister-in-law's side. Oh no! Something bad had happened.

"Take me to see that maid immediately."

"I'll go too."

The Tenth Prince's wife followed. These days, Nian's sister's arrival time was irregular, sometimes a little earlier and sometimes a little later. So today, she also thought that Nian's sister would just be a little late. Thinking that because of such negligence, Nian's sister had an accident, the Tenth Prince's wife suppressed the panic in her heart and calmly walked beside Yinzhen towards the side courtyard.

Dongmei was recognized by the guards who often came by, and they waited in the side courtyard. She dared not rest and stood anxiously waiting for the arrival of the Tenth Prince and his wife.

Fortunately, Yinzhen and the Tenth Prince's wife arrived quickly, and Dongmei could no longer control the pressure and kept talking rapidly. As soon as she finished speaking, she collapsed from the emotional strain, but the Tenth Prince's wife caught her quickly and arranged for someone to take care of the unconscious Dongmei.

As Yinzhen had expected, the bad news left him reeling. He sent someone to inform his fourth brother while simultaneously sending others to find his sister-in-law. He reassured his wife by embracing her, saying, "It's alright, my sister-in-law is a blessed person; she'll definitely be alright."

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Meanwhile, Ajiu, who was holding Qingyin, also ran into a dense forest. The assassins were in hot pursuit all the way, and Qingyin quietly nestled in Ajiu's arms to avoid becoming a burden to him.

With only his eyes showing, Ajiu didn't have time to savor the moment he was holding the woman he had longed for day and night. A bitter smile played on his lips, which were hidden by the black cloth. He felt like he was going to die. This group of assassins who had suddenly appeared was numerous and well-trained. In a normal one-on-one fight, he would definitely win. But now there were so many of them. Even a human wave tactic could wear him down. He couldn't die. Even if he died, he had to protect Shilan. He swallowed the blood that was rising in his throat, looked at the quiet Qingyin in his arms, and smiled slightly: "Nian Fujin, you will be alright."

Qingyin remained silent, her eyes red. Although she had taken the Strength Pill, given her persona—a pampered young lady from a wealthy family—it was impossible for her to remain calm in the face of danger and kick all the assassins. So, she remained quiet throughout the journey, and Ajiu assumed Qingyin was simply frightened.

After turning a corner, Ajiu, carrying Qingyin, rolled down the ground to a corner of a tree root. Due to visual cues, the assassins couldn't find this place for the time being.

Ajiu was finally able to catch his breath. He put Qingyin down, sat under the tree, and gently removed the hairpins from Qingyin's head. His eyes were focused, as if he were looking at his own treasures.

"Please trouble you, Madam Nian, to remove your outer garment. This servant will turn away."

With his back to Aon, Aju deftly took off his coat and placed it in front of Aon. He was also wearing a black undergarment underneath, which looked as if he hadn't taken it off at all.

Qingyin knew his method as soon as he spoke. The matter was urgent, and she had no time to hesitate. She slowly took off her gorgeous outer dress and put on the black clothes on the ground.