That scoundrel Xie Jingrun, I don't know what got into him, was staring at her with such hostility, as if he were looking at a cheating wife.
What's going on?
She's not his wife, why should he look at her like that?
At this moment, Feng Mo suddenly stepped forward two steps, "Excuse me!"
Rong Qingqing was startled, realizing what he was about to do. She suddenly tore off her clothes, revealing a large expanse of skin on her back, and instinctively hugged Xie Jingrun tightly in front of her.
The curtain was lifted, revealing the girl's snow-white back and the wound on her back.
Feng Mo was stunned for a moment, then quickly put down the tent and took a few steps back, his handsome face burning hot.
"Third Prince, what are you doing?" Rong Qingqing's angry voice came from inside the tent.
"I'm sorry, I was rude," Feng Mo said apologetically, quickly walked out, and closed the door behind him.
"No trace of the assassin, let's go." He ordered in a deep voice, then took the lead out of the courtyard, but his face was still burning.
The guards, carrying torches, filed out.
Once the courtyard had quieted down, Xiao Tao called from outside the door, "Miss, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, you go to sleep," Rong Qingqing replied quickly.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Tao withdrew.
Once it was completely quiet outside, Rong Qingqing was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she suddenly realized something. Her face turned bright red, and she abruptly released her grip on Xie Jingrun's head, stammering, "Um, it was an emergency, don't overthink it."
That's what she said, but she was about to explode.
Especially in front of her, the man's warm breath kept spraying over her, making her feel as if she were being cooked.
I was too tense to realize it just now, but now that the crisis is over, it's become much clearer.
She pushed Xie Jingrun away, pulled the blanket over herself, and wrapped herself tightly in it.
Xie Jingrun glanced at her, sat up, his handsome face flushed, and felt equally uncomfortable.
At this moment, his smooth forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. He had never been so breathless since he began practicing internal energy cultivation.
But just a moment ago, he felt like he couldn't breathe.
He pursed his lips and got out of bed without saying a word.
Just then, the window clicked.
He walked over, opened the window, and Changlin stood there, handing in his imperial robes.
He reached out and took it.
When Rong Qingqing saw that he had finally gotten off the bed, she breathed a sigh of relief. But then she heard the rustling sound of him changing clothes. She paused, realized what was happening, and couldn't help but hold her breath.
Xie Jingrun was changing clothes in her room?
She curled her fingers and burrowed into the blankets.
After a moment, Xie Jingrun said in a low voice outside the tent, "I'm leaving."
"Oh," Rong Qingqing replied vaguely.
Xie Jingrun paused for a moment before turning around and leaving.
Rong Qingqing couldn't fall asleep, so she pulled back the covers.
It's all Xie Jingrun's fault. Of all places to hide, he had to hide on her bed, making it impossible for her to sleep now. Every time she closes her eyes, she thinks about what just happened.
That's outrageous!
The assassination attempt on the Empress caused a great uproar in the villa.
Feng Mo and his men searched the entire place, but they couldn't find any trace of the assassin.
When he led his men to the outside of Long Qianju, they saw Xie Jingrun coming out of it.
He frowned, about to speak, but Xie Jingrun spoke first, "I heard there was an assassination attempt. Has the Third Prince captured the assassin?"
“The assassin is very cunning. Even now, we haven’t found any trace of him. I suspect that the assassin is an inside man.” Feng Mo said this while staring sharply at him.
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