White silk ribbons fluttered everywhere in Qianhua Palace.
The palace was filled with the eerie smell of burning paper money and incense.
The palace servants on night duty, dressed in mourning clothes, knelt in the mourning hall set up outside the Moonflower Palace to burn paper money.
A dozen or so dark figures gracefully landed on the palace wall.
The eunuch on night duty shouted at the top of his lungs, "An assassin!"
A piercing scream tore through the night...
The guards, swords in hand, burst out from the shadows in the corner.
In the blink of an eye, they were all fighting.
The sound of swords clashing was sharp and piercing.
Yuan Yao woke up with a start and immediately opened her eyes to look at the Ninth Prince.
The coffin was placed there properly.
The shadow was guarding the coffin.
Yun Chan was also sitting cross-legged on a soft couch not far from the bed, taking a nap with her eyes closed.
Yuan Yao pressed her throbbing forehead, lifted the quilt, and gently got off the bed.
On the soft couch, Yun Chan opened her eyes: "The assassins can't get in. We'll guard the place. Why don't you lie down a little longer?"
Yuan Yao shook her head and said softly, "Thirsty..."
Yun Chan got off the soft couch, walked to the table, poured a glass of warm water, and poured another glass for Ying Ye.
He handed the water to Ying, then carried it to the bedside: "Here."
Yuan Yao took the water glass and drank it all in one gulp.
She felt more awake after drinking water.
Hearing the sounds of swords clashing outside, Yuan Yao asked, "What time is it now?"
Yun Chan replied, "It's just past midnight."
The third watch of the night...
The night is so long.
In the endless night, waves of assassins infiltrated Qianhua Palace...
After the third wave of assassins was completely wiped out, Yun Chan asked Yuan Yao, "Are you hungry? I'll go get you something to eat?"
The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood.
Yuan Yao looked at Yun Chan: "I have no appetite."
Upon hearing this, Yun Chan asked again, "Then, how about drinking some milk?"
Milk?
At this point, the only option is to squeeze in fresh ones, right?
It takes at least five minutes to walk from here to the cows' yard...
Yuan Yao shook her head and grabbed Yun Chan's sleeve: "Yun Chan, I don't want to drink milk, I don't want to eat anything."
With such a fierce battle outside, I wonder how many assassins have come...
If you go out, you will be in danger.
I don't want you to get into danger. You stay here with me and don't go anywhere!
Yun Chan pulled a stray strand of her hair behind her ear: "I remember there were many short storybooks on the desk in this Moonflower Palace."
I'll go get you a storybook. After you finish reading it, write down the stories and tell them to me when I get back.
I promise I'll be right back.
Yuan Yao refused to let go: "No!"
Father is still lying down, Yun Chan, we absolutely cannot let anything else happen!
She didn't want to experience that feeling of despair a second time...
At this moment, Ying's voice came from beside the coffin: "Let Yun Chan go out and scout around to see how many assassins are still lurking outside."
Yuan Yao was stunned for a moment: "Uncle Ying..."
Ying turned to look at her: "Princess, Yun Chan is more powerful than you think."
"If he weren't afraid you'd worry if you woke up and didn't see him, he would have already donned his secret guard uniform and gone out to catch the assassin."
Yuan Yao: "..."
She said very reluctantly, "Okay..."
She loosened her fingers one by one, letting go of Yunchan, and looked up at him.
A faint, gentle smile appeared in Yun Chan's bright eyes: "Shall I go get you the storybook?"
“Mm.” Yuan Yao nodded.
Yun Chan went to the desk, bent down and picked through the books, picked up a thin storybook, and handed it to Yuan Yao: "I've read the preface, and this storybook seems to be about a princess and a general."
This story looks very interesting.
"Take a close look at this story and see what it's about. When I get back, you can tell me about it."
“Okay…” Yuan Yao took the storybook.
Yun Chan smiled gently.
The instant he turned around, he raised his hand and took off his soft white outer robe, revealing a black fitted robe.
Instantly, her black hair flew wildly.
With a swift pull at his waist, a soft sword appeared in his palm.
Those gleaming eyes held a chilling killing intent.
He no longer concealed his face with the black mist, because tonight, any assassin who saw his true face would become a corpse!
The palace doors opened and closed, letting in a cool breeze and a touch of moisture.
It's starting to rain outside...
Yuan Yao put on a thin blanket and moved to the soft couch where Yun Chan had previously taken a nap.
The soft couch was placed closer to the coffin.
She felt more at ease sitting up there.
By candlelight, she began to peruse the storybook...
Beside the coffin, Ying gently draped the thin blanket over the Ninth Prince, poured a cup of hot water, moistened a warmed silver spoon, dipped it in warm water, and carefully moistened his lips.
After moistening his lips, Ying checked the Ninth Prince's temperature, then went into the coffin, helped him up, and channeled his inner energy into him.
Looking at this scene, Yuan Yao was surprised and puzzled: "Uncle Ying, what are you doing?"
Ying Weng said in a low voice, "Although he is in a state of suspended animation, I need to inject internal energy into him every few hours to ensure that his blood flows normally after he wakes up."
Yuan Yao frowned slightly, glanced at the Ninth Prince, and asked worriedly, "What will happen to Father if he doesn't receive the internal energy in time?"
Ying was silent for a moment, then replied, "He will never wake up again."
Will he never wake up?
For a moment, the Moonlit Palace was unusually quiet.
After a long pause, Yuan Yao finally managed to say with difficulty, "Father, you really took too much of a risk..."
My uncle is really something!
That's incredibly bold!
They actually dared to give this medicine to my father!
One dared to take it, and the other dared to eat it!
Unfortunately, she couldn't do anything about them!
I don't even want to read Yuan Yao's stories anymore.
She looked at Ying and said earnestly, "Uncle Ying, when Father wakes up, you must have a good talk with him!"
"In this whole world, only you dare to teach him a lesson."
Ying Qi focused his inner energy, withdrew his power, and helped the Ninth Prince lie back down: "Are you willing to do that?"
Yuan Yao: "..."
Okay, she can't bear to part with it.
She was too busy feeling sorry for him to even think about it...
Looking at the Ninth Prince lying quietly, Yuan Yao felt a sharp pain in her heart again.
After returning to Qianhua Palace, she never dared to touch her father again.
His body was so cold!
That coolness, the moment you touch it, seeps into your very bones...
Only by seeing him less and not touching him could Yuan Yao dare to believe that he would really come back...
Yuan Yao sniffed and picked up the storybook.
She thought storybooks were interesting.
To everyone's surprise, the story Yun Chan chose turned out to be a deeply tragic love story...
So when Yun Chan returned, Yuan Yao's eyes were red.
Yun Chan, carrying with her a body covered in water vapor and the stench of blood, entered the Moonflower Palace.
He also dragged in a blood-soaked figure that looked like a little chick.
Upon seeing Yuan Yao, the blood-soaked woman wailed, "Princess, I've finally seen you!"
Princess, this servant thought I would never see you again in this lifetime, sob sob…
Staring at the person covered in blood, Yuan Yao froze for a moment, then immediately put down the storybook she had just finished reading: "Jing'er? How did you get like this?"
Isn't Jing'er in Yaofeng Palace?
Why is she covered in blood?
Yuan Yao was greatly alarmed.
Yun Chan coldly said, "The assassin went to Yaofeng Palace, and many palace servants died."
When I arrived, I happened to save Jing'er.
The blood on her body was someone else's.
Yaofeng Palace...
Yuan Yao gritted her teeth, trembling with anger: "The assassin was after me?"
Those people want to get rid of her!
Is this what they mean by "cutting the weeds and eliminating the roots"?
And to make matters worse, they killed those innocent palace servants!
In their eyes, were the lives of palace servants less valuable than grass?
So many vibrant lives, gone just like that...
Yuan Yao's eyes reddened, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "Live! Yun Chan, I want to capture the assassin alive!"
Since she's not dead, they can forget about living!
Whoever it is!
The Ninth Prince "died," and she became the mistress of Qianhua Palace.
Now that she has no scruples, don't blame her for being ruthless!
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