Jingrou never imagined that one day she would use a method like urinating to escape, but it was also the fastest way to get away.
So at this moment, she couldn't care less about her slight embarrassment; the most important thing was to see how her grandfather was doing.
She left the garden safely. Jingrou first made an excuse to send away the little maid who was following her, then opened the page and anxiously asked the system about the situation in her mind, "What exactly is going on with Grandfather? How did he suddenly encounter danger?"
This happened so suddenly; she hadn't received any prior notice.
Jingrou's fingers were also clicking around in the online store, looking for something to buy to help her grandfather.
The main problem was that she had no idea what her maternal grandfather had gone through, so she had no opportunity to ask for help...
The system paused briefly. "Sorry, dear, we were unable to detect Prince An's current situation; the system only triggered a warning that he is in danger..."
Jingrou felt stifled. However, the system indeed lacked the necessary permissions. Gradually, as she used the system, she could sense that the limitations imposed on it in this space-time were quite significant.
She can only do what she wants by using her as a medium. Even things like delivering pills to her second uncle required her help to get things done.
Otherwise, even with a wealth of high technology, it wouldn't be able to unleash its power...
To complete the mission, it would need to rely on itself to detect information about the palace and gather data...
It's as if there's an invisible rule restricting its development in this space-time. Previously, Jingrou thought this was good, at least it wouldn't allow the system to do whatever it wanted and it could form a balance. Now, however, she hopes that the system can be even more powerful.
Jingrou had no choice but to open the shop and use all the items she had previously purchased that increased luck on her grandfather, hoping that these luck points would help him!
Jingrou also bought all the items that could be used remotely.
She didn't care which ones could be triggered; anyway, these things would only have benefits and no drawbacks on her grandfather!
Previously, neither her uncle nor any of them had encountered danger several times, so Jingrou was quite familiar with the situation...
As for the pills she used on her second uncle, she has enough points to buy them now.
However, that pill needs a carrier, just like the sachet she gave her second uncle before, which must be carried by the user to be activated.
It's not something you can use casually.
However, all her points combined were barely enough for that one pill. She had been worried that she might need the points for other purposes, so she hadn't been able to bring herself to redeem them—after all, subconsciously she always felt that staying in the capital meant she wouldn't encounter the same dangers her second uncle faced while stationed at the border…
At least if something happened, everyone in the capital could look out for each other. But my second uncle was alone outside at that time, and when he encountered something, he was truly helpless and had no one to turn to.
So she had to consider whether or not to buy the pill, but now she did regret it. However, she couldn't have predicted this would happen back then!
By now, even if her maternal grandfather were in danger and needed to make an emergency exchange, it would be too late. So Jingrou could only look at other things. In the end, she herself didn't know how many things she bought in the mall, and they were all used for her maternal grandfather.
When she had searched the entire online store and felt there was nothing she could use, she realized that a thin layer of cold sweat had broken out on her forehead... because she was scared.
All I can do is silently pray that my grandfather will come back safe and sound!
So Jingrou returned to the garden and enjoyed the flowers and snacks with Hesheli. Jingrou was absent-minded the whole time, and when Hesheli saw her like this, she let her go back first.
The little girl is probably a bit embarrassed because of what happened when she left the palace. Why is she being so distant with her maternal grandmother?
I've seen all kinds of girls when they were little, and I've seen plenty of them looking sloppy. Why should he be so shy?
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Meanwhile, all the assassins on the training ground had been killed.
Except for one assassin who hadn't yet managed to bite through the poison in his mouth, the others all died of exhaustion after witnessing the failure of their mission.
They understood what awaited them if the mission failed, so they preferred to die rather than suffer any more pain. However, Emperor Kangxi certainly wouldn't let them die so easily, so the last person was captured before he could even finish his mission!
The surviving assassin was thrown into prison. There were plenty of ways to get him to talk in prison; as long as he had a breath left, they could pry him open.
He may face countless methods and bloody realities...
Prince An, injured and suffering from excessive blood loss, fell into a brief period of dizziness and was left at the training ground for treatment... Emperor Kangxi did not return either.
Emperor Kangxi's face was ashen as he looked at Prince An, who was lying on the couch with a pale face, his eyes filled with anger... Today he had truly stumbled; he had been hunting geese all day, but the geese had pecked at his eyes.
Who would have thought they would be so audacious as to infiltrate this place to assassinate him? If it weren't for Prince An's presence...
Just thinking about the gusts of wind from the sword as it danced around—a single stab would likely cost me half my life. Not to mention, the sword was also poisoned!
He now owed Prince An his life...
The debt of gratitude between the two families is truly something that can never be repaid...
"How is Prince An...?"
Meanwhile, the imperial physician who was taking Prince An's pulse was filled with solemnity and astonishment. He was just an inch away from touching Prince An's heart, but the pulse only passed through his arm. Although there seemed to be a lot of blood flowing out, it was actually not life-threatening.
And even though the sword was clearly coated with poison... it never triggered in Prince An's body; only the area around the wound turned black.
The imperial physician simply sprinkled the detoxifying powder on the child and then poured down a bowl of herbal medicine. Prince An's complexion visibly improved.
This was indeed somewhat unbelievable, but since the imperial physicians couldn't figure it out, they could only attribute it to Prince An's good physical condition. He truly deserved to be called the God of War of the Qing Dynasty!
With Prince An's robust physique, he can surely protect the Qing Dynasty for decades to come! The imperial physician thought to himself.
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