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The warm blood suddenly covered Song Jin's eyes.

She only had time to hear the eunuch's brief cry of pain.

"who?!"

Nerves tense instantly.

Song Jin quickly wiped off the blood on his eyelids, and a unfamiliar figure appeared in his blurry vision.

"...Meng Shu?"

The other party pulled the sword out of the eunuch's chest with a cold face and saluted her without changing his expression.

"Miss Song, I'm late."

Song Jin covered the wound on his shoulder and looked down at the eunuch's body. "Why are you here?"

After arriving in Sheng'an, Meng Shu was transferred back to Xu Nanheng's side.

She thought she would never see Meng Fan again, but unexpectedly he showed up when she was in danger.

Meng Fan did not answer her question. Noticing the wounds on her body, he asked nervously, "Are you injured? I'll take you to see His Highness—"

"No!" Song Jin stopped him, his face turned pale, and he resisted the sleepiness that kept creeping up on him. "Meng Shu, take care of the body first, and then send me back to the mansion."

Meng Shu hesitated, his eyes swept across her pale face, and finally nodded in agreement.

The corpse is evidence and cannot be handled casually. When Meng Shu came back after handling it, Song Jin was already dizzy and could not see the road clearly.

"Ms. Song, it has been handled..."

His words suddenly stopped.

Song Jin closed his eyes and fainted completely.

Meng Shu hurriedly hugged her and used his arm to touch her through the clothes.

Xukong clenched his hands, lowered his eyes, whispered "I'm sorry", then bent down and picked the man up.

Still touching her through the fabric with my arm.

*

At the Seventh Prince's Mansion, the guests have arrived and the banquet is about to begin.

Xu Nanheng stood at the gate of the courtyard, occasionally looking outside.

Seeing that the time was almost up and Song Jin had not shown up yet, he couldn't help but frown.

Originally, he had planned to wait for Song Jin and Liangpin to finish their conversation and then leave the palace together, but Liangpin sent someone to tell him to leave first and that she would send someone to bring Song Jin back.

He remembered the assassinations Song Jin had mentioned before, so he was cautious and asked Meng Shu to follow him.

As long as Meng Shu is around, most likely nothing will happen.

"Your Highness."

Yang Chaoxue walked up to him slowly and naturally, standing beside him, as calm and composed as the hostess of the prince's mansion.

She glanced outside, a hint of joy flashing in her eyes.

"Is Miss Song not here yet?" She lowered her eyebrows, revealing a hint of worry at the right moment. "The time is almost here, your highness' birthday. How dare she look down on your highness like this?"

After he finished speaking, he seemed to realize that his words were inappropriate and began to apologize again.

"Your Highness, please forgive me for my words. But there are so many people waiting in the mansion, it's not good to keep them waiting like this."

It was the seventh prince's birthday, and those who came to the banquet were all important figures in the court, and their status and position were all higher than Song Jin.

Making them wait for a merchant girl, even if she was the future consort of the Seventh Prince, would make them feel uncomfortable.

Xu Nanheng didn't look at her: "Wait a little longer."

Yang Chaoxue nodded and waited with him for half a cup of tea.

There was a faint sound of dissatisfaction behind me.

The sound is not loud, but I can hear it clearly.

Xu Nanheng's expression became more and more ugly.

The only purpose of this birthday banquet is to win over court officials.

The title of Qingzhou's richest businessman was well known to Sheng An, but Song Jin looked down on him.

No matter what, whoever the rich businessman's only daughter marries will inherit the wealth.

Xu Nanheng wanted to use Song Jin's identity to give these court officials a good warning.

However, Yang Chaoxue did not know the pros and cons of this.

She lowered her head and whispered, "Your Highness, if you wait any longer, the ministers will be dissatisfied."

Losing the big for the small is not a good deal.

Xu Nanheng gritted his teeth and waited for a while, but still did not see Song Jin. He suddenly felt furious.

He was furious for no reason. He turned his head and stared at her coldly: "Chao Xue, you didn't do anything, did you?"

Yang Chaoxue's smile was impeccable: "Didn't Your Highness tell me not to do it? I listen to Your Highness the most."

The banquet began, and everyone was toasting.

With a fake smile on his face, Xu Nanheng dealt with them one by one, distinguishing which ones could be pulled and which ones should be removed.

When the banquet was almost over, Meng Shu suddenly appeared and brought the news that Song Jin was injured and unconscious.

The whole house was filled with applause.

Yang Chaoxue hid in the dark with a cold smile on his face.

*

Quling Marquis Mansion.

Cui Huaiji was playing with the silver, jade and agate dagger in his hand, his eyes slightly cold as he watched Butler Zhao lead the imperial physician into the room.

People who practice martial arts have a keen sense of smell.

The strong smell of blood filled the house.

The remaining warmth in his eyes disappeared in an instant.

The silver jade and agate dagger gleamed with a cold light.

Shi An reported the results of the investigation tremblingly: "Master Hou, we have found out that it was Yang Chaoxue who did it."

Today is a day off, and Cui Huaiji has a rare chance to rest at home. However, he learns that Song Jin is going to attend that stupid birthday party. He is already in a bad mood, and the servants in the mansion dare not breathe.

I just thought that the Marquis was really weird today.

If the feeling Cui Huaiji gave people at that time was a touch of warm sunshine in winter, then the moment Meng Shu appeared holding Song Jin was when the mountains were covered with snow and the sky was filled with hail.

Shi An made three consecutive trips before he was able to find out the whole story clearly in the shortest possible time.

"The Ministry of Revenue..." Cui Huaiji stared at the sharp dagger and spoke slowly, "I remember the slave case a few years ago. It was related to them."

Shi An understood: "I understand."

The Ministry of Revenue will be in trouble if it doesn't die.

He shook his head and went to the Ministry of Justice as Cui Huaiji instructed.

Just at this moment, the imperial physician came over with trembling legs to report.

"My Lord, the young lady inside is safe. The wound was just off her heart and not fatal. But the young lady is weak and needs to be nourished before she recovers."

Cui Huaiji looked impatient: "How long will it take to get better?"

We are used to seeing the little fox slave jumping around, but seeing him looking so dying is really unpleasant.

If he is unhappy, someone will suffer.

The imperial physician was frightened and trembled as he said, "It will take at least a month. The young lady's body is definitely not as strong as a man's. One month is the limit..."

Cui Huaiji raised his hand.

As if he had received an amnesty, he hurriedly followed Butler Zhao down to write a prescription.

The room was empty.

This was the first time Cui Huaiji stepped into her room after returning to Sheng'an.

The young lady on the bunk bed had a pale face, and her chattering little mouth was also bloodless, and she looked lifeless.

Cui Huaiji sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at her with deep eyes.

Song Jin, who was in a coma, had his brows furrowed, as if he was in a nightmare.

He fixed his gaze on her, and placed his cool fingertips on her forehead, gently brushing away her wrinkles.

"Little fox slave."

This name no longer appears in my heart.

He slowly savored these words. They were just very common words, yet they were very suitable for Song Jin.

"I still like you to be lively and energetic."

The warmth of his palm pressed against her cheek, and the soft touch softened his cold eyes.

His sight traced her face bit by bit.

"Little lizard slave, the person I like must not die easily. Look, I saved you twice. Shouldn't you repay me?"

"How about I help you get rid of that annoying fiancé, and you pledge yourself to me and become my little fox slave?"

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your agreement."

Song Jinsi, who was in a coma, had no idea that she was being forced into a sale and agreed to a contract to sell herself.

Suddenly there was some movement in the yard.

Cui Huaiji's gentle eyes suddenly turned cold.

*

Xu Nanheng hurried over, ignoring Shi An's obstruction, and rushed straight to Song Jin's yard, where he happened to see Cui Huaiji coming out of her room.

Anger suddenly welled up in my heart.

"Cui Huaiji!"

He shouted loudly and prepared to rush forward, but suddenly a long sword was placed across his neck.

It is Cui Huaiji's sword.

Cui Huaiji glared at him coldly, and the sword in his hand touched the skin on his neck: "Seventh Prince, this is my mansion, it is not your turn to be presumptuous."

Xu Nanheng's eyes were filled with anger: "Cui Huaiji, Song Jin is my fiancée. You forced her to stay in the mansion. Don't you know how bad the rumors outside are? Now you come out of her room again. Do you think this prince's fiancé is dead?!"

"You want to die, I can help you do that."

"you!"

He was furious: "Everyone says you are as compassionate as Guanyin, but I think you are harboring selfish motives! No matter what you say today, I will take her back to the Seventh Prince's Palace!"

He didn't believe that Cui Huaiji dared to kill the prince.

I took a few steps forward confidently, and the pain in my neck came as expected.

He widened his eyes, pointed at him and cursed: "Cui Huaiji, you dare to kill the prince?!"

Cui Huaiji looked calm and said, "You can try to see if I dare."

It is true that people say he has a compassionate face.

How many people in Sheng An have such a good attitude?

His face was as white as jade, and his eyebrows seemed to be born with sadness and indifference. When he was not smiling, he looked like the jade Guanyin. His emotionless eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, making people feel guilty from the bottom of their hearts, so no one dared to look him in the eye.

Xu Nanheng looked at him like this, and the little thoughts in his heart seemed to be exposed under the sun.

He knew that Cui Huaiji was no longer lying.

He really dared to kill him!

Xu Nanheng was timid and swallowed unconsciously: "Even if you don't allow me to take her away, you can't deny that she is my fiancée. The Marquis should keep his distance from her."

Cui Huaiji did not comment.

His eyebrows were slightly raised, with a look of disdain.

He raised his chin and a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his lips: "Your Highness is too careless about his fiancée to allow others to kill her."

Xu Nanheng's heart choked.

He continued, ignoring his shocked expression: "There will always be someone willing to protect those whom Your Highness cannot protect."

This is blatant robbery!

Cui Huaiji was coveting his fiancée. If others heard about it, how could he save his face? !

Xu Nanheng's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot: "Qu Ling Hou, be careful with your words!"

Cui Huaiji sneered, retracted the sword and threw it to Shi An.

"If you have the ability to defend yourself, why are you afraid of me plotting against you?"

"You can't take her away unless you ask for His Majesty's decree."

"Shi An, show the guests out!"

Xu Nanheng was furious: "Cui Huaiji! You——"

Shi An picked his ears, feeling disgusted by what he heard, and unceremoniously dragged him out by the arm, totally disregarding his status as a prince.

The gate of Qulinghou Mansion slammed shut with a bang.

Xu Nanheng was driven out covered in dust and dirt. The vermilion door slammed shut in front of him, almost hitting his face.

There was murderous intent in his eyes.

Cui Huaiji, you wait for me!!!