Lin Xian woke up shortly after Song Qingxue went back. As soon as he woke up, he got out of bed and went to the prince to apologize.

Fortunately, Zhu Pin'er intercepted it in time, thus preventing the wound from bursting open.

"Miss Zhu?" Lin Xian was a little stunned. "Why are you here?"

Zhu Pin'er was too lazy to argue with him about the name now. She gently tucked the corner of the quilt for him and then said, "Do you feel any discomfort in your body now?"

Lin Xian shook his head and asked, "Were you the one who was watching over me last night?"

Although he was unconscious, he could feel that someone was always watching over him. Now that he woke up, he only saw Zhu Pin'er. The person who watched over him last night was most likely her.

"Yes." Zhu Pin'er said, "The Queen said that we need someone to watch over us. If anything happens, we should go find her right away."

"My lady?"

"Yes, yes, thanks to the queen, your life was saved." Zhu Pin'er was still frightened when she thought about his half-dead look when she heard the noise and rushed over last night.

If it weren't for the princess's excellent medical skills, he would probably be dead by now!

"Then I have to thank the queen." After saying this, he asked, "Miss Zhu, may I ask where the prince is now? What happened last night was too sudden, I have to go find him and explain the situation in detail."

Zhu Pin'er stretched out her hand and gently pressed his shoulder, saying, "You should take good care of them first. When the prince has dealt with their funeral affairs, he will naturally come to find you."

He is now covered in wounds. If he is really asked to get out of bed, it will only cause more trouble for the prince. She will naturally not allow him to run around regardless of his injuries.

"Afterlife?" However, after hearing her words, Lin Xian's hands and feet froze in place.

Only then did he remember everything that happened last night.

A large group of assassins suddenly burst into the yard, kicked open the door of the guards' rooms and attacked them with swords.

Thanks to his quick reaction and dodging of many deadly swords, he was able to save his life.

However, except for him, all the guards who were in the courtyard last night died.

Lin Xian felt a little guilty.

Although the assassins last night were indeed highly skilled in martial arts, if he had deployed more people to help, the dead guards would not have been left without any chance to fight back.

"Don't blame yourself too much." Seeing his depressed expression, Zhu Pin'er naturally knew what he was thinking, but she really didn't know what to say.

Lin Xian has always been a person with a strong sense of responsibility. Now that something like this has happened, he must be blaming himself in his heart.

Hearing this, Lin Xian just sighed heavily and then said nothing.

Zhu Pin'er knew that he was feeling upset, but she didn't argue with him. She just sat quietly beside the bed and watched over him.

…

After taking a bath, Song Qingxue originally wanted to go to bed, but just when she put on her clothes and was about to lie down, she heard someone coming to report that someone had come from the eldest prince's mansion.

The man said that the eldest prince had been vomiting and having diarrhea after taking medicine this morning. It looked like his condition was very serious, but he was unwilling to call the imperial physician and insisted on asking his confidant to come to the palace to find her.

It is indeed impossible to find an imperial physician. If we do, Xiahou Minghao will probably die faster.

Her treatment of Xiahou Minghao must be kept secret.

Song Qingxue was very tired, but she had to go this time, so she had to ask Liu Huan to help her comb her hair and change her clothes.

She rubbed her eyes, asked the maid in the yard to go and tell Xiahou Chongyuan, and then she followed the eldest prince's confidant into the carriage.

When he saw Xiahou Minghao, he was lying in bed.

"Aunt Imperial." Although he was very weak, he was really polite.

Seeing Song Qingxue coming, he quickly asked someone to help him up.

His complexion today looked much paler than the day before, and his whole body gave off the feeling of "I'm not feeling well".

"Just lie down." Song Qingxue walked in and took his pulse first.

Although he looked unwell on the surface, his pulse was actually slightly better than when he came the day before.

Raising her hand, Song Qingxue asked, "After drinking the medicine, besides these reactions, do you have any other feelings?"

Xiahou Minghao shook his head, "No."

"Okay, then you just need to take some medicine to stop diarrhea and vomiting. You need to continue taking this prescription for two more days. I will re-prescribe pills for you in two days."

"Thank you, Auntie Huang."

"You're welcome." Song Qingxue smiled at him.

"By the way, Auntie, I heard that the palace was attacked by an assassin last night. Are you and Uncle OK?"

"Well, the prince is fine, you can rest assured."

"I hope you and the Emperor's uncle are fine."

"Yeah." Song Qingxue nodded, and then said, "It's been a bit cold lately, so you should keep warm and don't catch a cold."

"Thank you for your concern, Aunt Huang. I will pay attention to it."

"Okay, I'll go back first and bring you the medicine in two days."

"Take care, auntie."

Xiahou Minghao asked his confidant to take her back home, but she got off the car halfway.

She made up an excuse to send the confidant away, and then followed a familiar figure into the alley.

Watching the man enter the inn, she stood outside the inn and waited for a while before she climbed around the wall from the back of the inn to the roof.

He carefully lay on the roof, carefully lifted a few tiles, and finally found the private room where the man was.

Tsk, it’s indeed Zhao Wanqiu.

He was sneaking around with a veil on his head, and it turned out that he came to see Mo Weixin.

"Princess, it seems that Chen Jing is not in that yard as you said." Zhao Wanqiu placed her hands on the table and clenched her fists.

It was not difficult to hear from her gnashing tone that she was in a very bad mood.

Mo Weixin's expression was not good at this time. "I was indeed settled there before. I don't know why I was not there last night."

"Your inaccurate information has caused great suffering to me and His Highness! Princess, how do you think we should settle this account?"

After hearing this, Song Qingxue was actually confused.

From last night till now, she really had not seen Chen Jing even once, nor had she heard anyone mention him.

What about others?

Song Qingxue was so absorbed in thought that she accidentally pressed her hand on a loose tile.

"Who?" Zhao Wanqiu immediately became alert, looked up and saw the tiles on the roof were lifted up, and hurriedly called the secret guards in the dark to chase after him.

When Song Qingxue was discovered, her first reaction was to run away.

But the speed of the secret guard was too fast, and soon he forced her into a dead end.

She was extremely panicked. In order to survive, she didn't care about anything else and attacked the secret guard relying on the memory of martial arts in this body.

But the skills of Zhao Wanqiu's secret guard were so good that the original owner's martial arts skills were completely inferior to him.

The secret guard slapped her hard on the chest, and she couldn't stand and fell to the ground.

Then a sword still in its sheath was placed across her neck.

Her back was pressed against the cold stone floor, and her heart felt even colder.

Finished!

You don't have to explain yourself here today, do you?

Looking at the secret guard's sword that had not yet been unsheathed, she felt as if her head was about to separate from her body.

Song Qingxue appears to be as calm as an old dog on the surface, but is extremely panicked on the inside.