Zhaoyang sat in the carriage, holding a worn-out rag tiger doll in his hands, with a lot on his mind.
Although Zhaoyang told everyone that she was willing to marry the Emperor of Yue, she actually had no confidence in her heart.
Even after receiving a handwritten letter from the Emperor of Yue, she was still confused about her future.
What should she do if the Emperor of Yue is just a hypocrite?
What if the Emperor of Yue has many wives and concubines in his harem? What should she do?
A man's mouth is full of lies and deception.
As the carriage was moving, the horses were suddenly frightened.
"What's going on?" Zhaoyang was startled and almost dropped the tiger puppet in his hand.
The guard outside the car replied in a deep voice: "There is an assassin."
Zhao Yang was confused: "Assassin?"
The security has always been stable at the feet of the emperor and outside the palace gates, so how could there be an assassin?
The guard said calmly: "Don't be afraid, Princess. Please stay in the carriage. I will protect you with my life."
The guard's voice was low and reassuringly calm.
Zhaoyang's heart was beating hard, and she subconsciously clenched the cloth tiger in her hand. She racked her brains but couldn't figure out who she had offended, and why someone would want to assassinate her in the imperial city.
Aren’t you afraid of having your entire clan exterminated?
There was a lot of noise outside the carriage, the sound of swords clashing. Less than half a cup of tea later, the sound of heavy horse hooves came - the city defense troops were coming.
The main streets of the imperial city are patrolled every night by skilled city guards to protect the peace of the imperial city.
The noise from Princess Zhaoyang's side was so loud that it alarmed the city defense troops.
After a while, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Zhaoyang heard the voice of the guard coming from outside the carriage, saying, "Princess, the assassin has been killed."
Zhaoyang carefully lifted the car curtain.
The bright moonlight flowed like water, illuminating the street. On the cold bluestone slabs, two assassins in black lay crookedly, both of them having committed suicide by taking poison.
The city guards were carrying the bodies of the two assassins on stretchers and sending them to the Ministry of Justice for an autopsy.
Zhao Yang held the stuffed tiger in his arms, looked at the guard who had protected him, and praised: "You have good skills. Go back and get your reward."
Tonight, Zhaoyang went to the palace for a banquet. He only brought two guards from the princess's mansion with him. Their skills were mediocre. Zhaoyang did not expect that the guards' martial arts skills were actually very good and worthy of praise.
The guard lowered his head, the moonlight stretched his shadow very long, and he said: "It is my duty to protect the princess."
Zhaoyang felt a strange ripple in her heart. She always felt that the guard in front of her was a little weird.
The guard wore a black hat with its brim covering his face, leaving only the well-defined curve of his chin.
Zhaoyang's heart moved slightly, and he said, "Raise your head."
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