Zhao Zhi looked at Song Qi with a complicated expression, but Song Qi pretended not to notice.
Hu Da laughed: "General Shao is still the most capable in the Great Jin Dynasty."
"Your Highness, forgive my bluntness, but the great Jin dynasty and the great Cheng dynasty are all thanks to my skill. You are all trash."
Song Qi knew what Hu Da meant; he simply wanted to use her to strike a blow against the men of the Great Jin. However, she wasn't stupid.
Hu Da's expression froze.
Meng Yilan almost burst out laughing.
Although the giant golden statue next to him was also unhappy, seeing Huda's constipated face gave him a strange sense of satisfaction.
So what if they can't compare to Shao Jie? General Shao is one of their Great Jin's men.
It makes me feel much better if someone is worse off than me.
In the martial arts competition, Da Cheng suffered a crushing defeat, and a very ugly one at that.
Song Qi was only distressed about her own fingernails, as several pieces had been scraped off during the fight.
The system couldn't understand Song Qi's late-coming girlish mentality at all, and it silently made a note of it in its notebook.
"We can just redo it when we get back," Meng Yilan said in a low voice.
"I really dislike looking at these nails." Song Qi frowned, clenched her fists, and decided to avoid seeing them altogether.
Song Qi wasn't interested in the subsequent activities, so she simply went back home, and no one stopped her.
The people of Dacheng couldn't wait for Song Qi to leave.
She walked through the Imperial Garden and saw four women sitting in a pavilion.
"Consort Fang, once you are promoted to the rank of Consort, you will be able to go and see the front lines."
Are you being sarcastic?
"Oh dear, Consort Fang, what are you saying? How dare I mock you?"
"Then what do you mean by that?"
After hearing this, Song Qi decisively changed his route.
Not long after they walked, they saw the group of men in black hiding in the bamboo forest.
She was pondering whether to pretend she hadn't seen it, or not to actually see it.
I estimated there were about a dozen people. It wasn't that I couldn't beat them, but I really didn't want to fight.
Song Qi glanced at it, thought for a moment, and decided to pretend he hadn't seen it. He then led his men to leave.
An arrow pierced the air.
She took a step back and struck back with the hilt of her sword.
I sighed; I'd gone a bit overboard with my exercise today.
Then, news of Song Qi's assassination attempt in the palace spread.
When Zhao Zhi arrived in a hurry with his men, he saw Song Qi stepping on someone's chest. The other people lying on the ground were either unconscious or dead.
And judging from his expression, he wasn't having a good time before he died.
Despite wearing magnificent palace attire, Song Qi was acting like a bandit.
Zhao Zhi: I should have thought of that earlier.
"Who sent you?" Song Qi pressed down on his feet.
The man stared intently at Song Qi, blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Just now, Song Qi discovered that this person was preparing to commit suicide by poisoning himself, so she directly knocked out the teeth where he was hiding the poison.
The victim's screams at the time resembled those of a pig being slaughtered.
Song Qi seemed to have no pity for those who wanted to kill him.
She's not some saint.
"Don't stay silent. Sigh, Your Majesty, you should find someone yourself." Song Qi sighed, released her foot, and looked at Zhao Zhi. "I don't know who you're trying to cause trouble for, because I don't usually take this route."
Zhao Zhi nodded, indicating that he understood, and then had the person taken away, his face extremely grim.
It's quite shameful that something like this happened when the people of Dacheng Kingdom were here.
"Are you alright?" Meng Yilan asked Song Qi anxiously.
"Do I look like something's wrong to you?" Song Qi looked down at the bloodstains on her dress and sighed. "Can the bloodstains be washed off? I really like this dress."
"Just have someone make another one exactly the same." Meng Yilan pulled Song Qi's hand.
Song Qi felt the other person's hand; it was icy cold.
The event has been temporarily cancelled due to the presence of assassins in the palace.
The investigation revealed that the assassins had been in the palace for a long time, and included palace maids and eunuchs.
For a time, everyone in the palace felt insecure.
Yata was supposed to stay in the palace, but Huda took her back to the post station under the pretext that the palace was dangerous.
Zhao Zhi was very dissatisfied with this, but she couldn't be forced to stay, as she hadn't officially entered the harem yet.
While Zhao Zhi was in a state of utter distress, Song Qi was enjoying life in the Fengyi Palace.
Song Qi looked at her newly painted nails, then glanced at Meng Yilan, who was clearly restless: "Are you scared?"
“A little.” Meng Yilan took a deep breath and lowered her voice. “Among the assassins captured, one was from my palace, so now I see everyone as an assassin.”
"That little girl usually seemed a bit silly, but I never expected... she was actually an assassin."
Song Qi leaned against the soft couch: "If you're scared, I can stay with you, or you can come back with me."
“Then stay with me.” Meng Yilan held the cup, her eyes lighting up. There was no reason for her to refuse. “I’ll have to get up early these next few days. Someone will come looking for me.”
"Okay." Song Qi nodded.
Meng Yilan glanced at Song Qi, looking at the ripples in the cup, and sighed inwardly: Why do I always end up sleeping with the female lead?
Song Qi had some of his clothes packed up and brought over.
Meanwhile, other concubines were also preparing to squeeze together to rest.
To bolster their courage, and also so that if something happens, they can pull someone else to take the blow for them.
"When I came over just now, I saw the Imperial Concubine's maid carrying something and walking towards the Empress's palace."
"Ah, I'm so envious. If I had known this would happen, I would have cultivated a good relationship with the Imperial Concubine. I would have preferred to sit on the soft couch with anyone."
"Well, it should be fine. We are just low-ranking concubines, so no one should bother us."
The group exchanged glances and nodded.
Although this kind of self-comfort is completely useless.
Song Qi had finished bathing and was sitting in the outer room, casually flipping through a book while listening to the sound of water behind the screen.
Meng Yilan is taking a bath.
I glanced at the screen and could still vaguely see her shadow.
Song Qi rested his chin on his hand and tapped the table.
When Meng Yilan came out, her face was still flushed. When she noticed Song Qi staring at her, her face turned even redder.
There was clearly nothing in his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Meng Yilan looked down at her clothes, which were perfectly neat and she was wrapped up tightly.
"It's nothing." Song Qi shook his head and closed the book in his hand. "Want to sleep?"
"Sleep, I'm too tired today." Meng Yilan rubbed her shoulders. "I was going to talk to you."
“We still have decades to go before we can talk like this, there’s no rush,” Song Qi said.
Meng Yilan nodded: "Mm."
"You can sleep inside."
"Okay." Meng Yilan nimbly climbed in and lay down comfortably.
The bed is large enough for two people to sleep comfortably, and there are two blankets on it.
Song Qi's sword was right beside him; he could touch it with a single touch.
Meng Yilan stared at the bed curtains, and for some reason, her heart was beating very fast.
She could hear her heart beating.
The person next to her felt all too familiar.
That guess made her feel a little uneasy, but also a little expectant.
She called out to her system twice.
However, the other party ignored her, and it always happened like this.
Meng Yilan sighed.
"What's wrong?"
Meng Yilan was taken aback when she heard Song Qi's voice, then smiled and said, "It's nothing, I just thought of something."
"Don't think about it anymore, go to sleep."
"good."
Song Qi hadn't fallen asleep, so when he heard the sound at the window, he immediately reached for the sword beside him.
She had initially thought the chances of anyone coming tonight were slim, but to her surprise, someone actually did come.
The other person was approaching the bed step by step.
As the opponent raised his dagger, Song Qi slammed his sword hilt down hard into the opponent's stomach.
The other person cried out in pain and took two steps back.
Meng Yilan was startled awake, but dared not move.
She felt Song Qi put his hand under the covers and pat her hand.
Song Qi got out of bed.
When Meng Yilan went to sleep, she liked to extinguish all the candles, making the entire palace pitch black, and even the moonlight couldn't shine in.
Song Qi never expected it to be this ruthless.
She relied entirely on her hearing to find the other person's direction.
Meng Yilan took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She sat up, shakily reached for the tinderbox, and lit the candle by the bedside.
It illuminated the three people in the darkness.
The man glanced at Meng Yilan, frowned, and threw the dagger in his hand at her.
Song Qi frowned and immediately took off the jade bracelet from his hand and threw it at the dagger.
The dagger was forcibly deflected, grazing Meng Yilan's face before embedding itself in the wall.
Meng Yilan's eyes were lifeless, and her body trembled like a shuttle.
By the time Song Qi finished doing all this, the man had already escaped through the window.
“Yilan.” Song Qi walked to Meng Yilan’s side and looked at her.
Meng Yilan looked at Song Qi and took a deep breath: "You scared me to death."
"It's alright." Song Qi ruffled her hair. "Go to sleep. No one will come tonight."
"Mmm." Meng Yilan nodded and lay down.
Song Qi lay down beside her, and Meng Yilan subconsciously moved closer to her.
"I guess they're still coming to see me," Song Qi said. "I won't be resting here tomorrow."
“But…” Meng Yilan frowned.
"I'll have Zhao Zhi send a woman who knows martial arts to protect you."
Meng Yilan bit her lip: "Could this matter be related to Dacheng? Something happened as soon as they arrived."
"They're not idiots, it's not them." Song Qi closed his eyes and sorted out the relationship diagram.
To be honest, there are quite a few people who want to kill themselves.
However, there are relatively few people who want to kill themselves and also want to kill the emperor.
Song Qi still felt that the other party had gone to such lengths to arrange for someone to enter the palace, and it certainly wasn't just to kill her.
That's a huge loss.
She set her sights on the emperor's two uncles, listing many conditions, but in the end only the two of them met the criteria.
The Shao family has always stood on the emperor's side. If they want to rise to power, Song Qi is their biggest obstacle.
If Song Qi could die in the palace, it would be very beneficial for them.
It's like the butterfly effect.
The Shao family's army will be dissatisfied with Zhao Zhi. This army is more like the Shao family's private army in many ways. This is why Zhao Zhi is wary of Song Qi. In addition, Shao Jie, as the new generation's protector of the Great Jin, has already symbolized a spirit. Her death will make the people dissatisfied with Zhao Zhi. With a little instigation, public opinion can be basically controlled.
Song Qi took a deep breath. Sure enough, she still needed to talk to Zhao Zhi about the current situation tomorrow. She didn't want anything to happen yet.
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