Yan Cheng, who was mocked as a short-lived person, kicked away one of the female assassins who was angry because her plan was exposed in advance, and evacuated at the speed of light with the eleventh prince in his arms.
He hid behind layers of guards and comforted the frightened Eleventh Prince who lay in his arms and sobbed.
He felt some strange gazes coming from the side, and when he looked over, he found that the Sixth Prince and the Tenth Prince were staring at him intently.
The unusual fiery and penetrating thoughts in those eyes are unforgettable.
Yan Cheng's body stiffened.
Suddenly I remembered that I forgot something.
"Eighth brother, you..." know martial arts?
"Cough cough cough,"
Yan Cheng suddenly covered his mouth and coughed a few times. People close to him noticed his pale face.
Then, amid the sounds of fighting, several people nearby saw blood flowing through his fingers, adding to the bloody smell in the hall.
"Myna, you're vomiting blood!"
The usually reserved and silent Tenth Prince was so frightened that he rarely spoke a word out loud.
"Myna, why are you vomiting blood?"
The eleventh prince raised his little head, tears welling up in his eyes as he said, "Am I too heavy and pressing down on my dear? Otherwise, my dear, please put me down."
Yan Cheng smiled sadly: "I'm fine, I was just startled just now, and I moved a little too much, my body couldn't take it, I'll be fine after some rest."
The Sixth Prince didn't know what to ask, and he even felt a little guilty.
How can my eighth brother learn martial arts when his health is so poor?
He must have been frightened just now, and fearing death, he suddenly burst out with great strength and kicked the assassin away.
He was going too far. His eighth brother was already like this, how could he suspect that he was just pretending?
With Yan Cheng's unexpected reminder, the guards' first reaction upon hearing the sound was to be on guard, and they had no time to think whether someone was talking nonsense.
The guards, who were on guard, quickly gained the upper hand against the assassins who were a step slower.
When the Seventh Prince came back, there was only blood on the floor in the hall, and no trace of the assassins was left. All the assassins who were still alive had been taken away for interrogation.
With such a commotion, the New Year's Eve banquet could not continue. After Emperor Jingxi discussed it with the Empress Dowager, he announced the end of the banquet.
The royal family members left one after another. When Yan Cheng was describing the assassination to the Seventh Prince, the Ninth Prince stopped beside them.
He gritted his teeth, stared at Yan Cheng, and said word by word: "Qu Zhaoyun, you are very good."
Yan Cheng certainly knew that the Ninth Prince was hinting at something bad happening to him, but he still pretended to know nothing and looked innocent.
He really thought the Ninth Prince was speaking well of him, and thanked him sincerely and gently: "Thank you for the compliment, Ninth Brother."
The Ninth Prince nearly bit his teeth to pieces. He snorted coldly and said, "You short-lived wretch, let's see how long you can be so proud." He walked away angrily without even looking at them.
The Seventh Prince was infuriated by the word "short-lived ghost" and wanted to argue with him, but Yan Cheng held him down without changing his expression.
"Brother, he can only talk, it's not worth arguing with him."
After comforting the Seventh Prince, Yan Cheng turned around and gave the Ninth Prince a smiling wink from behind.
Qu Zhaoyue, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not the unlucky guy "Yan Cheng" in the novel.
Now, we can compete to see who lives longer.
I think it's me.
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