“Your Highness—!!”
Screams exploded in the air, but the sharp arrow that broke through the air was faster than any sound!
The arrow broke through the window frame, carrying with it a biting cold wind, and went straight to Yuan Zhao's eyebrows!
She subconsciously closed her eyes and could even feel the sharp wind from the arrow cutting through the air, as cold as a knife.
However, the pain of death did not subside.
In that instant, she was violently embraced by someone!
A familiar force was wrapped in a thrilling aura, and a pair of arms held her in their arms!
The arrow hit the wall, making a dull "whoosh-bang" sound.
The man still held her waist tightly, with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to embed her into her bones and blood.
He could hear breathing sounds next to his ears, and Yuan Zhao could hear the heavy heartbeat in his chest.
The smell of blood at the tip of my nose was broken by another familiar scent - the cold wind and snow, mixed with the calm scent of pine, and a hint of lingering rust.
Without opening her eyes, she already knew—
——It’s Huo Yan who’s here.
After a moment of hesitation, Yuan Zhao slowly raised his hand, his fingertips trembling, and hugged him back tightly.
Her forehead rested on his shoulder, the cold armor hurting her, but she was unwilling to let go.
The wind rushed in through the broken window frames, carrying with it the lingering smell of blood. The fire outside still illuminated the night sky red.
But at this moment, she finally found a moment of peace.
She had been holding on for too long and finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Tears slid down silently and landed on Huo Yan's shoulder, quickly spreading a small warm and wet mark.
Huo Yan hugged her and whispered,
"Zhao Zhao, it's okay."
"I am coming."
…
Huo Yan's men arrived and the situation on the battlefield turned around.
It didn't take long before all the assassins in the princess's mansion were cleared out inside and out.
Traces of battle were everywhere, the air was still filled with the smell of blood, and the shadows cast by the firelight swayed unsteadily, like ghosts roiling in hell.
Inside the house, Yuan Zhao carefully examined the two newborn babies and instructed the wet nurse to feed them properly.
He checked Song Yunci's condition again and was relieved to see that her breathing was steady and she was just drowsy due to exhaustion.
She took a deep breath and hurried out of the delivery room to see if the other children were safe.
When she walked out of the door, the scene before her made her steps pause slightly——
In the courtyard, the collapsed corridor beams were engulfed in flames, the embers that had not yet been completely extinguished flew in the cold wind, and charred wood chips were scattered all over the ground.
The fence of the pavilion in the middle of the lake has been broken, and the lake water reflects the flames in the sky, with ripples slightly and withered lotus leaves floating up and down.
The flamboyant tree was also completely burnt.
The air was filled with the smell of ashes mixed with the smell of blood, like a tangible sense of oppression, suffocating.
Yuan Zhao stood amidst the mess on the ground. He gently raised his hand and pressed his brow. His fingertips felt the thin sweat and blood stains on his forehead, and he realized that he was exhausted.
She was about to take a step forward when someone suddenly grabbed her wrist from behind.
The palm was dry and warm, the force was neither light nor heavy, but it made her stop instantly.
She turned around and saw Huo Yan had returned from outside.
"Are the children okay? I have to go check on them..." Her voice was a little hoarse, and her expression was still filled with anxiety.
But Huo Yan did not let go, instead he pulled her to the corridor, his voice low and unyielding.
"The kids are all right."
"Please sit down first."
Yuan Zhao was stunned for a moment, but felt relieved when he heard that the child was fine.
She sat down with Huo Yan.
He silently lifted her left hand and ran his fingertips across her slightly cool skin. The next moment, he turned up her sleeve, revealing a long wound.
In the light of the fire, the scar was winding, extending from the arm to the forearm.
The bloodstains had already solidified, but they still looked hideous, with even new blood seeping through them.
Yuan Zhao was stunned for a moment.
Only then did he realize that he was still injured.
Huo Yan's face darkened. Without saying anything, he took out the golden medicine with swift movements, dipped it in the powder and gently wiped her wound.
"hiss--"
The burning pain instantly spread from his arm to his whole body. Yuan Zhao took a deep breath and curled his fingertips.
Huo Yan raised his eyes to look at her, and saw that her lips were tightly pursed and a thin layer of sweat was oozing from her forehead. He slowed down his movements and spoke in a low and gentle tone.
"If it hurts, scream out."
Yuan Zhao tilted his head and looked at the fire that was still burning in the distance, with a stubborn look in his eyes.
"It's not the first time I've been hurt, it shouldn't be that serious." She said softly.
But she looked at the long wound and felt scared.
"Fortunately, I listened to you and started practicing self-defense since I arrived in Liangzhou City... Otherwise..."
Huo Yan curled his lips and smiled, the firelight illuminated his outline very clearly.
"When I'm not with you, you have to be able to protect yourself."
He picked up the clean cloth and carefully wrapped it around her.
Yuan Zhao looked down at his features and then asked,
"You're back, what about the palace?"
Huo Yan tied the last knot and looked up at her.
"Yuan Heng is gone."
Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhao stared at him closely.
She didn't ask, but Huo Yan knew what she was worried about.
He touched her messy hair and comforted her.
"This is a matter between brothers. Sooner or later, this day will come."
"Leave it to them to sort it out."
…
Inside the Golden Throne Hall, flames flickered, weapons rang out, and the entire hall was shrouded in a murderous atmosphere.
Yuan Heng, wearing silver armor, stepped into the hall. The armor shone with a cold luster in the firelight.
He walked steadily, and the armor made a clanging sound when it touched each other.
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