Still no news?
Feng Mo sat in the chair, while the doctor bandaged his wounds, and asked indifferently.
"No, when my men arrived, the corpses in the forest were already mangled. I'm afraid the princess... has met with misfortune," the subordinate replied cautiously.
He spoke subtly, but how could Feng Mo not understand what he meant?
Indeed, the situation was too chaotic and critical at the time. Rong Yiyi was hit by an arrow and fell down. He wanted to save her, but was desperately stopped by his supporters.
Those assassins were all ruthless and cruel, determined to die, as they attempted to kill him.
Rong Yiyi doesn't know martial arts and will only be a burden to him. Naturally, his followers wouldn't allow him to suffer any losses because of a woman.
After hesitating for a moment, he followed his entourage out of the dense forest.
They had already reached Xuzhou territory, and the assassins, having failed in their mission, would not pursue them further.
He returned safely to Xuzhou.
"Build a cenotaph for the princess," Feng Mo instructed after a long pause.
"Yes, I will take care of it immediately." The subordinate replied respectfully and then withdrew.
"Your Highness, your wound is very deep. You must not get it wet for the next few days," the doctor instructed after bandaging the wound.
"I understand. You may leave," Feng Mo said calmly, withdrawing his hand.
The doctor bowed, then took his medicine box and left.
Feng Mo got up and stood by the window.
He didn't actually have any feelings for Rong Yiyi, but since she suddenly passed away, he felt responsible and therefore felt guilty.
But that's all.
The imperial palace, far away in the capital.
Changlin hurriedly went to Yuxian Palace.
At this time, Xie Jingrun was having dinner with Rong Qingqing.
Hearing from the palace servants that Changlin had urgent business to report, he had no choice but to put down his chopsticks and go out.
"What is it?"
Changlin presented a slip of paper with both hands.
This note was sent by carrier pigeon from Xuzhou.
The note contained only one line: Plan failed.
Xie Jingrun saw it, but he wasn't very surprised. He crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it to Changlin, saying, "I know. Burn it."
Changlin took it and, seeing that he wasn't very surprised, asked, "What's the next step? Should we send someone to continue..." He didn't say the word "assassination."
Xie Jingrun understood his meaning, stood with his hands behind his back for a moment, and said calmly, "This assassination attempt failed, which has already alerted the enemy. In addition, he has already returned to Xuzhou. Let's talk about it again in a while."
"Yes." Changlin nodded and withdrew.
Xie Jingrun turned around and went back to his bedchamber.
Rong Qingqing had already finished eating. When she saw him come in, she frowned and said, "What is it? Why didn't you finish your food first?"
"I'll eat now," Xie Jingrun said good-naturedly as he sat down next to her.
Rong Qingqing picked some food for him, rested her chin on her hand, and looked at him. "You can't let me know, can you? You're not keeping a woman on the side behind my back, are you?" she joked.
Xie Jingrun glanced at her, a smirk playing on his lips, and suddenly said, "I can't even handle one of you, where would I find the energy to deal with other women?"
Upon hearing this, Rong Qingqing's face flushed crimson. "What nonsense are you spouting?" Luckily, no one was in the room; otherwise, if others had overheard, they might have thought she had some kind of...
Seeing her like this, Xie Jingrun chuckled lightly, looking pleased.
Hearing his laughter, Rong Qingqing bit her lip and glared at him, feeling rather speechless, but she said defiantly, "You might as well just say you're lacking energy."
"I'm not energetic enough?" Xie Jingrun paused, turned his head, narrowed his eyes, and looked at her with a half-smile.
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