Zhao Ping comforted her, "Miss Mu, don't be afraid. We have already sent more men to hunt down the assassin. He can't escape. I was worried that Miss Mu would get hurt, so I rushed over. Please forgive me if I have offended you."
Mu Tiantian asked curiously, "How could an assassin have entered the imperial palace?"
"There's no need for Miss Mu to worry about these things." Zhao Ping glanced at Mu Tiantian's hand gripping the bed curtain, looking very nervous.
He didn't think much of it, assuming that she was dressed in a disheveled manner and didn't want to be seen in public.
"We are relieved that Miss Mu is alright. Miss Mu, please rest early. Someone, come here!" Zhao Ping shouted, and several palace maids entered the bedchamber.
Zhao Ping sternly warned, "Keep a close watch on Miss Mu. If anything happens to her, you'll all lose your lives."
"Yes, ma'am." The palace maids stood by the bed.
"That won't be necessary," Mu Tiantian quickly said. "I don't like having someone watching over me when I sleep."
“We have no choice. An assassin in the palace is a serious matter, and the assassin hasn’t been caught yet. We also need to ensure Miss Mu’s safety.” As soon as Zhao Ping finished speaking, a guard came over and whispered a few words to him.
Zhao Ping looked at Mu Tiantian and smiled, "Miss Mu, please rest early. We won't disturb you any longer."
After saying this, he hurriedly left, while the other guards stood watch outside the bedroom door.
The palace maids strictly followed Zhao Ping's instructions and stood motionless by the bed.
Mu Tiantian glanced at the palace maids and said with a smile, "Staying up late is bad for your health. You don't need to stay here. Go and rest."
“Miss Mu, you don’t need to worry about us. This is our duty as servants.” After saying this, the palace maid stood respectfully to the side.
Mu Tiantian's smile froze for a moment, and she pulled her head back into the bed curtains, feeling a surge of heat from her waist.
Her face flushed, she lifted a corner of the blanket to let the heat dissipate. Long Fantian was holding her waist without moving, and she didn't know what to do.
at the same time.
Inside the Imperial Study, Long Xinghuang was still reviewing memorials.
Zhao Ping reported, "Your Majesty, the assassin has left the palace, and the palace maid who discovered the assassin is also missing."
“So, that palace maid isn’t from the palace.” Long Xinghuang closed the memorial. “Useless. She can’t even do this simple thing right.”
Zhao Ping lowered his head and dared not speak. Originally, the emperor had ordered him to find someone to pose as an assassin to test Mu Tiantian, to find out if she knew martial arts and to confirm if she was Lin Miao.
He had already informed the people in the side hall, but a palace maid suddenly appeared and disrupted his plans.
"That's enough. This matter must not be made public, especially not to the Empress Dowager's ears," Long Xinghuang instructed.
Zhao Ping's eyes flickered. "Yes."
...
Mu Tiantian was still thinking about how to help Long Fantian escape.
Suddenly her mouth and nose were covered, and the unexpected action made her heart skip a beat.
The next moment, Long Fantian took out a small bottle from his body, gently leaned over the bedside and poured a few drops onto the ground.
A strange fragrance instantly spread, making the palace maids drowsy. A short while later, Mu Tiantian heard a muffled sound.
The palace maids collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.
Because of the assassins, patrols outside the palace were increased, resulting in more noise. As a result, the guards watching over the sleeping quarters did not notice the commotion inside.
After a long while, Mu Tiantian felt short of breath, but Long Fantian didn't seem to have any intention of removing his hand.
He just stared straight at her.
Even in the darkness, the light in her dark eyes was still clearly visible, captivating all who looked at her.
Because of her sweat, Mu Tiantian's body fragrance became even stronger.
Long Fantian became even more certain of one thing: she was not only Lin Miao, but also the person who saved him and led him to Xiao Yan ten years ago.
Back when he was in Mingfeng Valley, he asked Xiao Yan who had brought him there.
At that time, Xiao Yan only stammered a reply, "It seems to be something... neither male nor female... some kind of demon with a face full of hemorrhoids... Oh right, and a mute too."
A face full of hemorrhoids...
Xiao Yan recited the words like a memorized text, and Long Fantian immediately knew it was fake. He also realized that the person who saved him did not want to reveal their identity, so he did not ask any further questions.
After that, he stayed in Mingfeng Valley to recuperate. Because his eyes were not treated in time, the area around his eyes became ulcerated, requiring daily dressing changes. The medicine he drank had to be made from freshly picked herbs that were immediately boiled.
Xiao Yan naturally wouldn't do the troublesome work of changing and decocting medicine; all of these chores were done by his newly recruited apprentice.
The young apprentice had a very strong medicinal smell on him, mixed with other scents, an indescribable fragrance that was hard to distinguish when blended with the medicinal smell, but gave him a sense of familiarity.
Moreover, this young apprentice was very strange. He would place the medicine in front of him without saying a word, and his taciturn nature gave people a very cold feeling.
She seemed very unwilling to talk to him.
Because of his severe eye injury, he never knew what Sanshui looked like.
After a while, the smell of medicine on him faded a lot. Another smell also became very faint, but his sense of smell became more sensitive and he could roughly distinguish it. It was a milky smell, a bit like a sweet milk dessert, but not greasy.
It was a very unusual smell, but it felt familiar to him; he felt like he had smelled it somewhere before.
He became increasingly curious about Sanshui and originally wanted to meet Sanshui when his eyesight returned to normal.
Who knew that after his eyes were completely healed, Sanshui stopped sending him medicine and Xiaoyan told him to brew and change the medicine himself.
Before leaving, he wandered around Mingfeng Valley, but no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find Xiao Yan's little apprentice.
However, it wasn't a complete loss; he found a woman's hairpin.
Xiao Yan once said that there could be no one else in Mingfeng Valley besides him and Sanshui.
He specifically asked Xiao Yan about the hairpin, but Xiao Yan said he didn't know, though his expression didn't seem like he didn't know.
Later, he returned to the Central Plains and learned that Shi Changbo had also taken on a disciple. That disciple was also very strange; every time he saw him, he would deliberately avoid him.
He found it strange, but didn't pay much attention to it.
Until he heard someone call out to his apprentice, Sister Sanshui...
...
now.
The scent on Mu Tiantian's body overlapped with the scent in Long Fantian's memory.
This solidified his resolve.
"A goddess..." Long Fantian murmured softly.
Mu Tiantian was almost suffocating from his suffocation. She didn't hear what he was saying, so she started to pry open his big hand and made a muffled sound.
Long Fantian's palms felt itchy from the friction of her soft lips. He loosened his grip slightly, and his breathing became rapid involuntarily.
Seeing that he loosened his grip, Mu Tiantian quickly pried him open and gasped for breath, "I'm suffocating!"
Feeling her breath, Long Fantian couldn't help but lower his head and move closer.
However, just as their lips brushed against each other, Long Fantian suddenly sat up, feeling ashamed.
I secretly berated myself, wondering when my self-control had become so poor.
Mu Tiantian opened her eyes wide and covered her pounding heart.
Was he trying to kiss her just now?
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