The assassin hadn't expected Xie Jingrun to catch up so quickly. Caught off guard, he was kicked away, and his sword fell to the floor.
When he came to his senses, picked up his sword, and was about to attack, the cold tip of the blade was already pressed against his throat.
The assassin's eyes dimmed, knowing there was no way out. Just as he was about to bite down on the poison hidden in his teeth, a hand reached out even faster.
With a "snap," his jaw was dislocated, and the black mask covering his face fell off, revealing an extremely ordinary face.
"You think you can escape the punishment of the imperial prison by hiding poison in your teeth? Foolish!" Xie Jingrun glanced at the assassin with contempt, flicked his hand to strike his pressure points, and then ignored him.
Rong Qingqing had already sat up and witnessed the process of the assassin being captured.
Seeing that the assassin had been captured, he felt a great sense of satisfaction.
Serves you right!
Just as she was about to prop herself up, she saw Xie Jingrun walking towards her.
"Can you still walk by yourself?"
"I..." Rong Qingqing had only managed to utter the word "I" when Xie Jingrun, without waiting for her reply, bent down and picked her up in his arms.
"...Yes!" She blinked, swallowed hard, and looked completely bewildered.
Xie Jingrun, perhaps not hearing what she said, ignored the unconscious Shangguan Yanran beside him and carried her downstairs.
It wasn't until she reached the bottom of the stairs that Rong Qingqing came to her senses. Pointing to the third floor, she said, "Xie Jingrun, Yanran is still upstairs..."
"I only care about you; the lives of others are none of my concern," Xie Jingrun said indifferently.
Rong Qingqing choked for a moment, then pushed against his chest and said, "I don't need your help..."
Xie Jingrun stopped and glanced down at her. "Really?"
Rong Qingqing, remembering that he had just saved her life, suddenly felt a little hesitant. "You...you put me down!"
Xie Jingrun pursed his lips and suddenly pressed his hand on her back.
"Ouch!" Rong Qingqing cried out in pain, her brows furrowing. "It hurts! Don't touch me!"
"Still trying to be tough?" Xie Jingrun asked with a half-smile.
Rong Qingqing was speechless. After thinking for a moment, she softened her voice and said, "Xie Jingrun, why don't you carry me back to the third floor? There are rooms on the third floor. I can rest for a while and that will be fine."
"You need to see a doctor," Xie Jingrun said, frowning.
"I just bumped my back on the floor, I'll be fine after a while. But Yanran fainted, I'm worried about her." Rong Qingqing tugged at his sleeve and shook it, trying a gentler approach instead of a firm one, "Please?"
Xie Jingrun paused, a hint of unease flashing across his handsome face. He looked away and said impatiently, "Whatever."
"Oh, Lord Marquis, you are so kind!" Rong Qingqing said sincerely. Although this guy was usually very mean and always bullied her, he was still very manly in critical moments. If it weren't for him today, she would have lost her life.
Thinking of this, she shook off the frustration brought on by her physical pain and said earnestly, "My lord, I will definitely keep my eyes open and find you a suitable woman to marry... Ah!"
Before she could finish speaking, she cried out in surprise, instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, and said angrily, "What are you doing?"
Xie Jingrun suddenly let go, which startled her.
"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll throw you down!" Xie Jingrun glared at her with a cold look in his eyes.
Rong Qingqing muttered, "Why are you being so fierce? Didn't the Emperor just want me to give you..." Meeting the man's unfriendly gaze, she automatically fell silent.
Seeing that she was nestled in his arms and didn't say anything, Xie Jingrun paused, his gaze falling on her two arms that she had forgotten to retract.
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