She was so confused in her mind that Xiahou Chongyuan looked at her like she was mentally retarded, but he still kindly explained, "I told them to wait here."

"Oh~" So that's it!

She suddenly realized, then rubbed her hands maliciously and asked, "Can I touch them?"

When she was reading novels in the past, she always felt that the bodies of people like the secret guards were really amazingly large, and she had long wanted to touch one!

Although he knew that she was just curious about the secret guards, Xiahou Chongyuan still couldn't help but frown and said unhappily, "No!"

"Okay." Song Qingxue's tone was a little regretful, but she did not force it.

After all, these secret guards are Xiahou Chongyuan's personal property. It is understandable that he does not want others to come into contact with his private property. She can fully understand that.

I am such a reasonable and sweet little baby!

Song Qingxue proudly praised herself in her heart, and Xiahou Chongyuan listened, as if he saw the smaller version of her again, lying between her buns with an intoxicated look on her face.

He really didn't understand how Song Qingxue managed to combine wit and silliness in one person without any sense of incongruity.

But now is not the time to think about trivial things, so he brought the topic back to Lin Xian.

"When will Lin Xian wake up?" Seeing him struggling in pain just now, he never opened his eyes. Xiahou Chongyuan thought that his current situation should not be optimistic.

"I'm not sure exactly when he'll wake up, but someone must watch him closely tonight. If he has a fever, call me immediately."

For people who have suffered a ton of trauma, the thing they fear most is wound infection and fever.

Especially in this era when medical technology is not so advanced, if you encounter such a thing, you will die if you are not careful.

"Um."

Xiahou Chongyuan responded and asked Zhu Pin'er to stay here, then walked out of the room with Song Qingxue.

There are still a lot of things waiting for him to deal with outside.

As soon as they went out, they saw Liu Huan sitting in the middle of the yard holding an umbrella. The dark yellow lantern shone on her face from afar, but they could only see that she was full of fear and her face was pale.

"Liu Huan? Why are you standing here?"

She ran so fast just now that she didn't realize Liu Huan was following her.

Liu Huan was timid to begin with, and if she saw the yard full of corpses, one could imagine how she would be treated.

Seeing that she hadn't responded, Song Qingxue quickly walked up to her and called out in a softer voice, "Liu Huan?"

Liu Huan suddenly woke up and looked up at her with a pale face.

"My lady, there is so much blood... they are all dead..."

Liu Huan was so frightened that his whole body and voice were shaking.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Song Qingxue squatted down and gently held her in her arms, "Don't be afraid, I'll ask someone to take you back first."

She still had to go with Xiahou Chongyuan to deal with tonight's affairs, and did not have much time to comfort Liu Huan. She could only give her a hug, and then asked Xiahou Chongyuan's secret guards to send her back to Chunhui Garden first.

Seeing the secret guard carrying Liu Huan away without any mercy, Song Qingxue couldn't help but feel worried.

"Will your secret guard just leave Liu Huan in the yard and leave?" This was the first time in her life that she had seen a secret guard so cold and indifferent.

Liu Huan was so scared that she was crying, but he just picked her up and carried her on his shoulders without saying a word, then flew away using his lightness skills.

She thought about it and felt a little worried.

But it is understandable, after all, the role of the secret guard is to be emotionless.

If he were to be gentle and considerate to women, he would lose his value to his master.

Xiahou Chongyuan thought about her question for a moment and then replied, "Maybe."

But she felt that Song Qingxue understood it correctly.

He had spent huge amounts of money and energy to train the secret guards, and he wanted them to be cold-blooded and ruthless, and indifferent to everything except the orders of their master.

"Forget it, forget it. As long as she goes back, the maids in the courtyard will take care of her."

The maids that Xiahou Chongyuan had forced upon her were all honest people. Liu Huan usually treated them well, and they also loved Liu Huan very much. There was no need for them to remind them specifically to take care of Liu Huan.

After Song Qingxue finished speaking, she lowered her head and looked at the dead guards in the yard.

Biting her lip, she said, "Your Majesty, what do you think of these assassins breaking in tonight?"

Xiahou Chongyuan said without hesitation, "Xiahou Chun."

"What? He just came during the day, how could it be..." No matter how Song Qingxue thought about it, it seemed unlikely.

Although Xiahou Chun and Xiahou Chongyuan did not get along well, it was too outrageous that he had just come to the palace during the day and then shot an arrow from the dark at night.

Furthermore, even if it was really Xiahou Chun, why did he only attack these guards instead of directly assassinating Xiahou Chongyuan?

She thought about it over and over again, but couldn't figure out the intention of the person who sent these assassins.

Seeing her doubts, Xiahou Chongyuan spoke again: "For Chen Jing."

It’s concise, but it suddenly makes sense.

"Xiahou Chun believed that Chen Jing was dead during the day! Why did he send a large number of assassins to the palace to assassinate him?" The most important thing was that she didn't understand. Even if they really knew that Chen Jing was still alive and came here specifically for him, how could those assassins be sure that he was in this yard?

This is too weird!

"Do you find it strange?" Xiahou Chongyuan heard her thinking and asked this question, then continued: "Do you still remember what you told me before, that there is a traitor in the palace?"

After he reminded her, Song Qingxue suddenly remembered.

When she mentioned this, Xiahou Chongyuan didn't react much. She thought Xiahou Chongyuan didn't care about it at all, so she never mentioned it again.

Unexpectedly, Xiahou Chongyuan actually remembered it all along?

"So what you mean is that the news that Chen Jing is still alive was leaked by that traitor?"

"Um."

Song Qingxue suddenly remembered that she had hinted at Xiahou Chongyuan who the traitor was, but she never heard him mention it, and she didn't know whether he had checked it out.

Now that the traitor has been mentioned, she naturally wants to understand the situation clearly.

Thinking about it, she asked again: "Have you found out who the traitor is?"

Xiahou Chongyuan did not answer directly, but said tactfully: "It is the person you guessed in your heart."

She was sure that the traitor was definitely Mo Weixin, and she had hinted at it before, but she was not sure whether Xiahou Chongyuan could understand what she meant.

She knew that she shouldn't treat the villain as a fool, but Xiahou Chongyuan had always had a childhood complex for Mo Weixin.

What if he was influenced by the filter of his childhood and really couldn't think of Mo Weixin?

Besides, even if he really thought of Mo Weixin, what if he still favored her regardless of everything?

It's not impossible. After all, there have been precedents.

However, if Xiahou Chongyuan still favors Mo Weixin this time, then it can only be said that he is only worthy of being a cannon fodder trampled under the feet of the protagonist, and the final failure is purely what he deserves!

Although Song Qingxue thought so, she still had expectations for Xiahou Chongyuan deep in her heart.

She hoped Xiahou Chongyuan could sober up a little.

She looked at Xiahou Chongyuan anxiously, wanting to say Mo Weixin's name, but she couldn't.

She wanted to ask clearly, but was afraid that after she asked, Xiahou Chongyuan's answer would be different from the answer in her mind.