"Your Majesty," Ouyang Ziming said anxiously, "Let me deal with her for you."
"This despicable assassin deserves to die!"
Ling Shuangxue felt as if her heart was being torn apart. Enduring the intense pain from her wound, she gritted her teeth fiercely.
Fu Sang glanced to the side, and a guard threw him a knife.
Ouyang Ziming walked up to Ling Shuangxue with a knife in hand and said to the guards, "Release her."
The guards did not move.
Ouyang Ziming said, "The assassin is now powerless to resist. You hold her down so I can deal with her."
The guards looked at Her Majesty the Empress.
Fu Sang curled the corners of his lips and said, "Let go."
Ouyang Ziming thrust the knife toward Ling Shuangxue, but the woman who had been hanging her head suddenly sprang up and grabbed Ouyang Ziming's wrist.
With the knife taken away, Ouyang Ziming was instantly taken hostage.
Ouyang Ziming looked panicked and cried out palely, "Your Majesty, please save me—"
Fu Sang treated it as a show, finding it extremely funny.
Ling Shuangxue held her knife to Ouyang Ziming's neck, her voice fierce and hoarse as she said, "Get out of here! Otherwise, I'll kill him!"
The guards all looked at the Empress.
Fu Sang stood up and pretended to be worried, saying, "Zi Mo, don't be afraid, I will definitely not let him hurt you."
Seeing that the Empress had fallen for the trap, Ouyang Ziming continued to cry out, "Your Majesty, I'm in so much pain."
Ling Shuangxue chimed in, "Hurry up and prepare a Ferghana horse for me, or I'll cut his throat."
A gleaming blade was held against Ouyang Ziming's neck, and blood was seeping out. The situation looked extremely critical.
Fu Sang really wanted to speak.
-Quickly kill this ungrateful wretch.
Aren't you two tired of acting?
The beautiful empress's male favorite has been kidnapped, so of course the assassin must be released as soon as possible.
After all, there's more to the story.
Fu Sang instructed, "Quickly prepare a horse for her!"
Ling Shuangxue led Ouyang Zimo out of the palace and whispered in his ear, "Zimo, I'm sorry, I've made you suffer."
Ouyang Ziming's eyes flickered slightly, her face was pale, but a look of relief flashed in her eyes.
"I'm fine. You need to get out of here as soon as possible to avoid any further accidents."
A black horse was led over.
Ling Shuangxue, holding Ouyang Zimo hostage, walked over and stood beside the Akhal-Teke horse.
"You tyrant! Take your male concubine!"
Ling Shuangxue roared and pushed Ouyang Ziming over.
Fu Sang instinctively dodged backward, while Ouyang Zimo fell directly to the ground, scraping her hands and feet.
As soon as Ling Shuangxue mounted her horse, she spurred it on and fled frantically.
The horse let out a loud fart, and after running only a few steps, its legs gave way and it collapsed to the ground.
Ling Shuangxue tumbled off her horse in a sorry state, rolled several times on the ground, and crashed into the wall.
The guards rushed over to grab Ling Shuangxue.
Ouyang Ziming's expression changed drastically, and she got up despite her injuries.
At this moment.
Several people dressed in black descended from the sky and quickly surrounded Ling Shuangxue, protecting her as she left.
The guards continued their pursuit.
Fu Sang gave the order: "No need to pursue them."
Ling Shuangxue has suffered a great loss of energy this time, and she won't cause trouble for a while.
It's so satisfying to take revenge on scumbags.
Fu Sang walked up to Ouyang Zimo, looked at him and said, "Zimo, you were nearly killed when an assassin slit your throat. Were you scared?"
To make the kidnapping more realistic, Ling Shuangxue made a small cut on Ouyang Zimo's neck with her knife, causing a lot of blood to flow.
Ouyang Ziming covered her neck and shook her head.
He was already very displeased because Ling Shuangxue had suffered so much.
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