When Song Qingxue came to her senses, she saw Xiahou Chongyuan's cold face and her heart suddenly panicked.

She began to think back to what she had just said. She didn't have any leverage over Xiahou Chun at the moment, and she had only said those words to scare him, but she had ignored what Xiahou Chongyuan would think.

Song Qingxue glanced at Xiahou Chongyuan stealthily, wondering, if he asked, how should she fool him?

It's difficult!

I hope he doesn't ask.

Xiahou Chongyuan knew what she was thinking, so he certainly couldn't go along with her wishes. He immediately asked, "Why did you get so upset with the Third Prince just now?"

“……”Fuck you!

Song Qingxue cursed inwardly, but on the surface she had to maintain that damn Shen Qing persona.

She frowned slightly, moved closer to Xiahou Chongyuan, and said, "My Lord, I think Xiahou Chun is like a big-tailed wolf in sheep's clothing. You must be careful of him."

We must be careful! It is best to press him down tightly and not give him a chance to turn over! Otherwise, her intestines will be ruptured and she will die. She has not lived enough!

Xiahou Chongyuan, you must do your best!

"Oh?" Xiahou Chongyuan raised his eyebrows. "The Third Prince has always been low-key and honest. Why did the princess say that?"

Ask, ask, ask!

Ask you a big head ghost!

It must have come out of One Hundred Thousand Whys!

Song Qingxue said with a tense expression, looking worried: "You can't judge a person's heart by his appearance, Your Majesty. You and I are family, and I must be thinking of you for the best!"

"Well, this wine is good. Would you like to have a drink, Princess?" Xiahou Chongyuan easily let the matter go and did not mention it again.

After all, there are so many people here and it’s not good to say too much, so as to avoid it accidentally falling into the ears of others and being remembered by those who are interested.

…

After the night banquet, most people were drunk, and Xiahou Chongyuan and Song Qingxue were the only ones who were still sober.

It was late at night and although they were still drunk, everyone had no choice but to be escorted home.

When Song Qingxue and Xiahou Chongyuan were about to leave, Zhao Wanqiu walked up to them, looked up at Xiahou Chongyuan briefly, and then grabbed Song Qingxue's hand.

"Qingxue, you and I are good sisters after all." She said this under the smell of alcohol, and then walked away in small steps.

Song Qingxue was stunned by her words. When she came to her senses, she couldn't help but frowned.

What does Zhao Wanqiu mean?

Forget it, it’s so late and she is so sleepy.

Go home and sleep first, and think about it when you wake up.

Song Qingxue and Xiahou Chongyuan got on the carriage. The streets were very quiet at midnight. The only sounds on the street were the sound of wheels and the wind.

Song Qingxue was already feeling sleepy, and after getting on the carriage, she immediately fell asleep leaning against the carriage.

She was awakened by the sound of swords clashing, and when she opened her eyes she saw a bloody blade lying in front of her.

"ah--!!"

Although she was used to seeing blood, this scene still made Song Qingxue scream out.

When danger comes, fear is human instinct.

She fell backwards unsteadily, but was caught steadily by a pair of warm and strong arms.

Xiahou Chongyuan calmly led Song Qingxue back, but the assassin's sword was too fast. Although he pulled Song Qingxue away with his extremely quick reaction, he could not avoid a sword wound.

The assassin took advantage of the situation to split the carriage in half, and Xiahou Chongyuan and Song Qingxue were hit hard and rolled out together.

At this time, the assassins and the palace guards had already been fighting each other. Seeing this, the guard leader rushed over to help, but was blocked by the assassin.

There were not many assassins, but each of them was ruthless and it was obvious that they were aiming to take Xiahou Chongyuan's life.

The assassin's fighting style was too reckless. Although Xiahou Chongyuan was skilled in martial arts, he was unable to display his skills due to the presence of Song Qingxue.

Song Qingxue turned pale with fright, and watched helplessly as more and more blood appeared on Xiahou Chongyuan's body, but she could do nothing.

Until Xiahou Chongyuan fell down, all she could do was to call out at the top of her lungs.

"Xiahou Chongyuan!"