In that instant, Song Xizhi felt that he was really going to die.
Outnumbered and outmatched, Siqin fought back stubbornly with her sword in one hand, her tiger's mouth bleeding profusely from the shock.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment, and everyone's movements seemed to slow down.
When Song Xizhi lowered her head and stared wide-eyed, she saw the sharp blade gleaming coldly, already an inch away from her chest.
She could even smell the pungent, strong metallic odor emanating from the blade.
But at this critical moment, the long sword pressed against her heart suddenly trembled and then veered off course, barely grazing Song Xizhi's arm.
Song Xizhi raised his head blankly and saw the assassin in front of him, spitting blood and with a ferocious expression. A long sword pierced through his back.
With a thud, he collapsed to the ground.
The other assassins were instantly filled with fear and rage. They took the man's place and charged towards Song Xizhi.
Before she could even see what was in front of her, she felt a force pull her away, and Song Xizhi fell into a hard embrace.
The man yanked her hand away, pressed the back of her head with one hand, and pinned Song Xizhi completely against his chest.
Suddenly, all vision was plunged into darkness, and the world seemed to fall silent at that moment.
Song Xizhi felt a large hand pressing down on the back of her head, her forehead against his hot and hard chest. She could only hear her own heart pounding like a drum, and... the man's heavy breathing.
The man held her down with one hand while wielding a sword with the other, killing people with each strike drawing blood.
The situation seemed critical, and the two remained pressed tightly together, their heartbeats seemingly synchronized.
Song Xizhi had no idea what was going on; her mind was blank, but her body subconsciously didn't reject the man's closeness.
Although she couldn't see his face clearly, a warm feeling welled up in her heart, as if they were not meeting for the first time, but rather reunited after a long separation.
The fighting stopped at some point, and Song Xizhi felt the large hand behind his head slowly loosen its grip.
"Master, is there anything I can help you with?"
The sound of Siqin's terrified screams reached his ears, and the man's chest heaved rapidly, his breathing still unsteady, when Song Xizhi suddenly snapped back to reality.
She pressed her hands against the man's chest and gave him a sudden push, causing the man who was guarding behind her to stumble back a few steps, while she herself almost fell over.
Blood and gore filled her vision. Song Xizhi leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. She looked up in panic and saw a man lying in a mountain of corpses and a pool of blood.
Blood splattered on his silver mask, and the man held a long sword in his hand, from which drops of blood still dripped.
His body was covered in blood, making his dark blue robe and casual clothes almost unrecognizable, and the black belt around his waist was almost completely soaked with blood.
Sharp, cold, and chilling, sunlight streamed in through the open window, making his tall figure appear like a god.
Everyone stood there, stunned, staring at the unexpected man who had appeared out of nowhere.
Song Xizhi looked up and gazed into his dark eyes. She was stunned at first, then her heart trembled, and an inexplicable emotion surged into her heart, almost overwhelming her.
For some reason, she lifted her skirt, stepped over the body lying diagonally at her feet, and desperately tried to grab him.
But at that moment, the man suddenly came to his senses. He turned his head to look at the open window, glanced at Song Xizhi, and then used his lightness skill to fly out.
"etc……"
Seeing the man's sudden movement, Song Xizhi was caught off guard and spoke out. She desperately tried to grab the man's sleeve.
Her fingertips touched the fabric, traced the bulging muscles of her arms, and she could even feel the throbbing veins on her burning body.
But they came up empty-handed.
Song Xizhi turned his head and saw the man's figure disappear into the golden sunlight.
She stood there, stunned.
"Zhizhi? Zhizhi? How are you? Are you hurt anywhere?"
When Madam Xin heard the commotion in the second-floor room, she rushed over with Granny Wu, the servant, and the shop assistant. What she saw was the man's back suddenly disappearing behind the window.
Before me lay a scene of utter devastation, a blood-soaked mess.
Song Xizhi stood blankly in the pool of blood, his face deathly pale, as if he had been terrified.
"Miss! Miss! What's wrong with you?"
Granny Wu hurriedly checked Song Xizhi's body, and then hugged her again.
Madam Xin's face was also grim: "What happened? Why was there an assassination attempt all of a sudden? Are you scared out of your wits? You're all cold as a feather."
Song Xizhi heard the voices of Granny Wu and Madam Xin and barely came back to her senses. But when she closed her eyes, the image of that man was still in her mind, and she was still somewhat dazed.
"Did you see his back just now?" Song Xizhi asked Madam Xin in a hoarse voice.
Madam Xin looked at her with concern, then nodded again: "I saw it, what's wrong?"
Song Xizhi stared at her intently: "It's very familiar. That person feels very familiar to me."
Upon hearing Song Xizhi's words, Madam Xin recalled the man's silhouette from earlier and finally realized something: "It's familiar."
"If we all know each other, then there aren't many like him in the capital. Have you seen his face?"
Song Xizhi grabbed Madam Xin's sleeve and asked again, "Are you sure you recognize her?"
Madam Xin nodded: "The benefactor who rescued us when the horse was startled last time had a similar back view to this person."
As she spoke, her eyes lit up instantly: "How come it was him who saved you today? What a coincidence!"
Song Xizhi closed her eyes, her thoughts a jumbled mess. She whispered to Madam Xin, "I feel like he's my husband."
Upon hearing this, Madam Xin trembled and looked at her in astonishment: "How could this be! Your husband is still in bed. You are husband and wife. If he had really woken up, why would he hide it from you?"
Yes, they are husband and wife. If He Jingyan really woke up, why would he hide it from her?
Song Xizhi shook his head: "I don't know, and I can't explain it clearly, but I need to go back to the Marquis's residence now."
After saying this, she suddenly released Madam Xin's hand, turned around with a pale face, and headed towards the door.
"Hey! Zhizhi!"
Madam Xin called out several times from behind. Song Xizhi tripped over her blood-stained skirt and staggered, but still walked straight forward.
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