Chapter 65 : Didn't I Already Say It Once?
Moonlight sprinkled on Huaiyun Ward's revelry and equally on the backyard of the Crown Prince's mansion.
In the night, the Crown Prince stood still for a long time before turning around.
Even as the Crown Prince wielding power in the imperial city, when thinking of tonight's bold scheme, his heart couldn't help but race. Having foreigners assassinate a princess—his father shouldn't move against him so quickly then.
For the royal family, state affairs were far more important than family matters!
"Don't blame me."
"I'll help you get revenge later, demon clan... devil clan... I am the greater good..."
In the darkness, he murmured to himself.
Tap, tap.
Footsteps slowly approached from behind.
"Your Highness, I've looked at the Hundred Flowers Banquet guest list. Both the person we want to kill and the one you want to kill are there. What a coincidence."
"But Huaiyun Ward is after all within Heyang City, where support arrives quickly. Will you have enough time?"
As if only now coming to his senses, the Crown Prince frowned and asked.
"Your Highness didn't ask before but asks now. But rest assured, our clan's saint values this matter greatly and specifically entrusted me with a clan divine artifact that can seal the surrounding area. With the divine artifact, blocking Great Xia's experts for nearly ten minutes is more than sufficient."
The devil clan member was dismissive.
If he didn't know that Great Xia also had equivalent divine artifacts and many experts, he wouldn't have said ten minutes.
But ten days.
"Divine artifact?"
The Crown Prince clenched his fists, his heart settling.
With a divine artifact's assistance, this would mostly be stable.
After all, divine artifacts were things that even second-rank experts might not necessarily possess!
"Then go quickly. I gave you the defense layout long ago. Once you leave this place, we have no further relationship."
"Heh heh," the black-clothed man chuckled. "Your Highness, just wait for our good news."
He left without lingering, turning and walking away.
The Crown Prince was merely a tool for them to achieve their purpose.
Only Jiang He, that water-element innate destiny trait holder, was the key figure causing the entire devil clan future anxiety...
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Second watch of the night, when the night market was at its most bustling.
On the Huai River, a small boat slowly approached shore.
After chatting in the enclosed environment, particularly about Jiang He's only good friend, the relationship between the two had visibly grown much closer.
Roughly at the level of early friendship.
Still far from the late-stage perfection of friendship she'd achieved with her Qing Qing disguise in the Human Gate.
"Has Miss Jiang ever left the palace?" Mu Qinglan skillfully gathered intelligence.
"Occasionally."
"It must be to the National Advisor's mansion. There are quite a few rumors about Miss Jiang at the Hundred Flowers Banquet."
"I came to the market once as a child."
"What does Miss Jiang think of Heyang's markets?"
"More interesting than the palace."
Though the little princess was socially anxious with a protective barrier of aloofness, she and Mu Qinglan had become somewhat familiar, so she didn't reject occasional conversation.
The night wind was gentle, the cold moon silent.
Mu Qinglan inconspicuously glanced at the sky, thinking it was already past nine—why hadn't the assassins who should have come arrived yet?
Had the butterfly effect even affected the devil clan?
How utterly useless.
She had already prepared her act of a frail girl taking a bullet for love, yet now they were telling her the temporarily chosen villains had decided not to come out of fear?
'Stall her a while longer, until around ten o'clock.'
'Stalling further and her guardians will notice something's wrong…'
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In a private room on the top floor of a certain restaurant in Huaiyun Ward, a black-clothed burly man was lying by the window looking out.
This position was well chosen.
From this window, he could see most of Huaiyun Ward at a glance.
If not for the defense layout from the Crown Prince's mansion specifically marking this location, these devil clan bumpkins might not have found it!
Tu An sat in the room, quietly sharpening his spiked hammer.
Scrape, scrape—
"Boss, these Great Xia people sure know how to enjoy themselves!" a subordinate sneered sinisterly.
"If you complete the mission, your family can enjoy the same." Tu An glanced at him.
"Heh, just saying."
Tu An hadn't brought too many experts on this assassination mission, because the blood evil aura on devil clan members was too difficult to conceal, so he only brought a squad of sixth and seventh rank fighters to infiltrate.
This lineup was actually quite terrifying.
Destroying a border town would be effortless.
But wanting to assassinate a princess under layers of protection in Great Xia's capital? Tu An had never before considered the possibility of success.
But this Hundred Flowers Banquet truly made him see a glimmer of hope.
He first sent people to gather information, confirming that the Ninth Imperial Princess would indeed attend this time; then contacted the Crown Prince to conspire with him, owing the devil clan a favor; only then did tonight's action come about.
He had calculated everything.
But the one thing Tu An couldn't understand was why that emperor was so harsh toward his descendants.
A crown prince dying every four years—this curse was too terrifying.
Continuing like this, in at most twenty years, the imperial bloodline descendants would all be dead.
He naturally knew the Crown Prince wasn't incompetent.
He could even be considered somewhat capable.
But the shadow from the emperor still made this Crown Prince lose his composure, ultimately making this foolish move of self-preservation, eliminating rivals, and betraying his own sister.
Forget it, it had nothing to do with him.
"Boss, found her! Look over there, is that her?"
Tu An stood up, following the pointed direction to see Jiang He walking alongside a girl in a wheelchair.
He took out a portrait to compare.
"It's her."
But just as he put away the portrait, he paused again, pulling out another portrait, leaning out to look while comparing it with the image in his hand.
"So coincidental? Both together?"
"What do you say, boss? Kill both? Or ignore that coward's request?"
"If we can kill both, let's kill both. Maybe the clan can cooperate with that useless Crown Prince in the future."
"Tonight is the perfect opportunity."
Tu An said indifferently, pulling from his sleeve a sphere wrapped in layers of bandages.
Seeing this, the devil clan members' expressions became solemn, their eyes showing some fanaticism!
Divine artifact!
The bandages slowly unwrapped.
This sphere that Tu An called a divine artifact finally broke free from its seal and saw daylight again.
The black sphere slowly left Tu An's palm, floating up, gradually beginning to rotate on its own. A wisp of almost materialized black qi slowly flowed from it, dispersing throughout the room.
An eye opened on the black sphere.
It moved.
The next instant, a black light shot from that eye, piercing through the restaurant's eaves and tiles, shooting straight into the sky. In just two or three seconds, it covered half of Huaiyun Ward's sky with a black bowl.
"Seeking death!"
An angry roar came from the palace.
Experts rushed from all directions.
But blocked by that black bowl, none could break through for now.
Within Huaiyun Ward, many young masters and ladies hadn't left yet. Seeing this strange sight, they couldn't help but turn pale with shock.
The guards' faces were ugly.
Who was this targeting?
Jiang He's guardian was about to curse. Wasn't this obviously targeting the princess? Since the princess rarely left the palace and wasn't familiar with the court guardians, lacking private factional support, she had only brought a fifth-rank guardian to this banquet.
Only tomorrow during the day would she have a third-rank imperial guardian's support.
But now she was isolated!
Before she could adjust her mindset, a heavy hammer came crashing down from above with such tight wind and tremendous force that it nearly made the air wail!
This hammer strike—fifth rank!
"Devil clan?!"
The guardian quickly retreated two steps, using her spear to deflect the hammer aimed at herself.
The cold hammer head hit the ground, actually smashing out a hole more than a meter deep!
"Fifth rank devil clan, did you just break through?"
The guardian spoke while stepping forward, sweeping horizontally with her spear, channeling all her strength, vowing to kill her opponent in this moment when their old force was spent and new force not yet generated!
Bang!!
Spear tip collided with hammer handle, producing intense reverberations.
The shock force transmitted made her palm nearly numb!
From just these brief exchanges, she was certain that this devil clan man was far stronger than herself. If he hadn't just entered fifth rank and wasn't familiar with controlling his power, she probably couldn't last ten moves against him...
A true devil clan elite!
"Go! Kill them!"
More than ten black-clothed burly men emerged from all directions, charging straight toward Jiang He and Mu Qinglan.
"You dare!"
The guardian raged, raising her spear to pursue.
"Your opponent is me..." Tu An raised his hammer, chuckling coldly: "You can indeed hold me off for about ten minutes, but can the guards remaining here stop this group of my subordinates?"
The guardian was furious. This devil clan member had definitely done homework—which traitor dared leak this information about their Ninth Imperial Princess!
All this happened in an instant.
Almost the moment the hammer fell, more than ten devil clan men burst from hiding.
Many guards from noble families saw the situation turning bad and quickly intervened to stop one each as much as they could—not from loyalty, but fearing these people would slowly slaughter them all if they ganged up.
The Divine Guards squad leaders also charged forward.
In just a few seconds.
Both sides were locked in chaotic battle.
Even Shadow One, who had accompanied them, joined the fray.
Just kidding—Mu Qinglan was sitting right next to Jiang He! If she didn't protect them, was she really going to gamble that these devil clan members would only harm the imperial princess and not casually slaughter her princess?
But the guards on scene were still at a numerical disadvantage.
Mainly because the night banquet had ended some time ago, most noble children had left, with only a few remaining to experience boat rides.
Ordinary restaurants wouldn't and couldn't afford fifth or sixth rank experts.
Having an eighth rank to maintain order would be good!
Four seventh-rank devil clan members broke through the defensive line and rushed toward them, their gazes greedy and cruel.
Suddenly.
A streak of fire descended from the dark night like a meteor, yet heavy and forceful, like heavenly tribulation fire descending, striking one devil clan member and sending him flying!
Destiny trait [Falling Star]!
Bai family ultimate technique [Star-Plucking Branch]!!
That devil clan member was struck by this heavenly flying staff, sending him flying with blood mist exploding, his chest nearly blasted through front to back, even showing white bone.
He raised his head, eyes full of shock, rage, and brutal killing intent.
Eighth rank? An eighth rank dared block him?!!
Seeking death!
The devil clan member nearly bit through his teeth, his entire body becoming a black line, charging straight over.
Bai Yuyu took a deep breath, gripped her staff tightly, retreated half a step, drew a semicircle on the ground with her long staff, and assumed a defensive stance.
Though seventh rank was strong, for Mu Mu's sake.
It wasn't impossible to try.
Bai Yuyu glanced over there, anxiety flashing in her eyes. Run quickly...
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When that black light pierced the sky and before everyone could react to what was happening, Mu Qinglan's eyes had already wavered slightly.
The assassination had finally come.
But then she looked up at the sky, a trace of confusion flashing in her blood-colored eyes:
'This is... the Boundary Shadow Pearl? How could this thing appear here?'
This was a divine artifact—how could it appear tonight?
Mu Qinglan pondered for a moment.
In the original plot, this thing wouldn't be brought out by the devil clan until over a year later in a small-scale war, causing huge losses to Great Xia's garrison.
Taking it out now—was it because these devil clan members had received unexpected support?
No.
That's not right. This thing must have originally belonged to the devil clan.
Who would provide friendly support of a divine artifact!
They felt they could truly assassinate Jiang He this time, so they played all their cards, deciding to risk everything.
Even with Mu Qinglan's understanding of the plot, she had to admit this was indeed a brilliant move. The Boundary Shadow Pearl, as a divine artifact that could continuously accumulate power, once used, even second-rank experts would probably be trapped outside for an hour.
Even using equivalent divine artifacts, breaking the barrier would take several minutes.
This time was long enough to cook the rice!
This decision was also wise. In the game's later stages, Jiang He was once hailed as a devil clan harvester, her strength extremely restraining the devil clan, even personally slaying two second-rank devil saints!
Unfortunately, she was the scummy company's designated villain boss...
She probably wouldn't die tonight.
So tonight's only question was how many elites the devil clan could deploy. Hopefully not too many, so as not to disrupt her plans.
Mu Qinglan lowered her eyes slightly, her gaze flickering uncertainly.
Hammer and spear clashed in battle, with countless sixth and seventh rank experts in chaotic combat. In an instant, the entrance to Wange Tower became a complete mess.
Jiang He looked somewhat confused.
But seeing four devil clan men charging toward them like madmen, she understood.
They were coming for her.
Jiang He's golden eyes blinked, her jade fingers pulling, and mist began spreading outward with her as the center.
Spell—Mirage Breath.
Like donning optical camouflage, their location blurred twice and slowly disappeared.
Jiang He pushed the wheelchair and turned to run.
She wasn't stupid. Even with her one-in-ten-million innate destiny trait, she couldn't possibly defeat three devil clan experts across ranks.
And being naturally kind, she couldn't feel at ease leaving Mu Qinglan alone in the original spot.
Wind whistled past her ears.
Jiang He's heart was somewhat chaotic—after all, this was her first encounter with assassination.
The last time her heart was this chaotic was when? Oh, when her mother died and she cried wanting comfort from Father Emperor, only to be coldly brushed away with a sleeve.
This assassination naturally couldn't compare to that incident's harm to her.
But the girl's heart was indeed briefly disturbed.
For a moment, she was even confused about which direction to run.
"Left."
A calm voice came from below. Jiang He looked down in slight confusion, seeing a pair of blood-colored eyes that remained calm throughout, without the slightest trace of fear.
Jiang He instinctively followed the command to run.
"My family has a house around here with no one living in it. I'll take you there to hide." Mu Qinglan quickly directed.
Having a house was a lie.
She just knew where there were uninhabited houses suitable for hiding.
This was all information her spies had repeatedly scouted these past two days.
At worst, she'd provide compensation afterward that the owners couldn't refuse.
Jiang He nodded. These people clearly came to assassinate her, and she didn't want to inexplicably drag innocent people into this.
"How long can your concealment technique last?"
"Ten breaths."
"How's your stamina?"
"I considered becoming a warrior as a child."
"Abandon my wheelchair, carry me, throw it forward, then we turn left." Mu Qinglan remained extremely calm.
Jiang He nodded, following Mu Qinglan's instructions.
She understood this was because the wheelchair ran too slowly, so they'd throw it out as a decoy.
Actually, she could think of these details too, but clearly Mu Qinglan's mind worked faster. Jiang He trusted she wouldn't harm her.
Jiang He lifted her up.
The moment the white-haired girl's thin, soft body entered her embrace, Jiang He's heart couldn't help but be slightly shocked.
So light...
"Go straight, turn right after this small intersection, then cut through the alley."
Though currently being carried by Jiang He, because she needed to give directions, Mu Qinglan had to frequently look back to navigate for Jiang He.
This caused her hair to frequently brush against Jiang He's face.
Jiang He didn't mind such things, but it was indeed a bit ticklish and gave her a very wonderful feeling.
Very interesting, very novel.
If they weren't currently being pursued and the timing wasn't right, Jiang He's eyes would definitely be bright, both luminous and clear.
But Miss Mu Qinglan's gaze was quite dark.
Even a bit mischievous.
Because she was considering whether to leave some traces to let those three dim-witted devil clan assassins find them!
Her eyes flashed.
'Those three aren't sure which direction Jiang He escaped, so they split up to search, going far apart and unable to turn back easily.'
'If I want to lure someone over, it would only be one person.'
'Even if I don't leave traces, this area is only so big. Searching thoroughly for a while would definitely find us, but that wouldn't be interesting.'
Thinking this, Mu Qinglan compared both sides' strength.
Opponent: Unknown devil clan assassin, seventh rank.
Our side's first seed: Great Xia's Ninth Imperial Princess, Jiang He, eighth rank with innate destiny trait.
Second seed: Mu Qinglan, hacker, seventh rank magician.
Third seed: Ah Qi, world boss, seventh rank.
Hiss...
'Seems like even if those assassins ganged up, they'd pose no threat to me.'
'Then I'll leave a shallow trace, also to prevent the devil clan from raging impotently and eventually attacking ordinary people here.'
'Mm, with the [Dragon Summoning Hairpin], even a seventh rank's strike can't hurt me.'
Mu Qinglan made her decision, hooking her finger to leave a string of messy, shallow footprints on the floor.
Not easily discovered.
But if a seventh-rank devil clan member wanted to find them, they definitely could.
After running briefly, the two entered the small courtyard Mu Qinglan mentioned through a side door, went into the bedroom, and before even having time to put the girl down, they first pulled the curtains half-closed as Mu Qinglan suggested.
Fully closed would make people itch with curiosity, making assassins wonder if people were hiding inside.
Half-closed was more natural.
The two only needed to hide in the corner just out of sight behind the half-closed curtains.
Hearing this, Jiang He deeply agreed.
Only then did Jiang He finally have time to sit down, holding the beauty in her arms, sitting in the room's corner and quietly panting.
"Don't be afraid. As long as we don't make noise, the devil clan won't find us so quickly."
Mu Qinglan comforted her.
Both were somewhat tired, their breathing mixing together, creating a warm current.
Everything around was pitch black.
Initially, Jiang He didn't feel particularly panicked and was even quite calm. But once the danger temporarily passed and she had time to slowly think, vast fear gradually climbed up her heart.
Making her unconsciously tighten her embrace of the girl in her arms.
After all, she had previously been a princess—where had she encountered such things?
Suddenly.
Footsteps came from the distance.
It seemed the devil clan assassin had caught up.
Jiang He was a bit afraid, instinctively clenching her fists, holding the white-haired girl and trying her best to shrink into the corner, wishing she could bury herself in the ground where absolutely no one could find her.
But those footsteps were still rapidly approaching.
"Am I going to die?"
Jiang He whispered to herself very quietly, her voice almost choking.
No matter what, she was still just a sixteen-year-old girl who had grown up in the deep palace without much worldly experience.
She held the girl in her arms—clearly two people together, yet she felt no sense of security.
Oppressive.
Deathly silent.
Helpless.
Desperate.
The footsteps grew louder and closer. Jiang He clenched her hands tightly, feeling her heart about to jump out of her throat, as if drums were beating inside her body!
"Don't be afraid."
Mu Qinglan bit her ear, lips grinding against it, then repeated:
"Don't be afraid."
"I'm here..."
Her hand was tightly gripped by a slightly smaller hand, gripped very firmly. Jiang He could feel that she seemed very nervous too.
But being comforted by a girl even smaller than herself, Jiang He felt ashamed, and her nervous emotions actually improved considerably. At least her heart wasn't beating so fast, and her fingers weren't digging in so desperately.
Moonlight streamed through the window.
Footsteps ran past the wall just inches away without any pause, quickly disappearing into the distance.
A false alarm.
"Do you have a fever?" Jiang He was startled, having noticed the girl's body was somewhat hot.
"It's nothing, just hide here..."
Mu Qinglan said quietly, her usually clear and bright blood-colored eyes beginning to dim.
She had long known those footsteps outside belonged to an ordinary person, but she didn't say so. Instead, she acted panicked while comforting Jiang He, precisely to perfectly create a suspension bridge effect for her, maximally awakening her memories.
Everything was perfect.
But...
Catching a cold wasn't in her plans!
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"Guardian Yu, the devil clan's conspiracy this time involves their entire nest. Now we can only rely on you."
"Yes, Lord Yu, the Ninth Imperial Princess is still inside."
In the night, more and more people gathered outside the black bowl.
There was no choice.
Most people present had tried, and even their most skilled attacks couldn't create a single ripple on this black bowl.
They'd tried digging tunnels too—impossible.
The robust old man called Guardian Yu leaped from the eaves in a few bounds, landing heavily on the ground.
Splashing up an air wave.
He was Great Xia's imperial family's chief grand guardian.
Unlike Su He's natural harmony and smooth naturalness, as fellow second rank, Yu Guangzheng was more severe and domineering, with a more robust build.
"I'll try!"
Guardian Yu was decisive and concise.
Though he said this, he didn't punch it directly, but removed the large staff-like object wrapped in white cloth from his back.
The white cloth slowly unwrapped, revealing a gleaming black vajra.
"Is that the Great Destruction Vajra?"
"That vajra that shattered mountains with one strike and buried nearly ten thousand troops alive?"
"A nation-protecting divine artifact..."
Yu Guangzheng paid no attention to others' whispers, staring at the black bowl, holding the black vajra with spiritual power flowing through his entire body, his limbs slowly expanding as all his body's strength gathered in his arms.
This force was so great that prominent veins bulged on his thick arms, and his sleeves exploded!
"Go!"
The old man suddenly swung the vajra. Tremendous force that could split this entire ward's earth with one strike burst forth, heavily striking that black bowl.
Weng—
Great sound is soundless.
Though no sound was heard.
Invisible air waves spread outward from the contact point between black vajra and black bowl, blowing so hard that others could barely open their eyes.
Yu Guangzheng raised an eyebrow, clearly the black bowl's sturdiness exceeded his expectations, though he didn't mind much.
This was just one strike.
If one strike didn't work, then two, three, even ten or a hundred strikes!
For an offensive divine artifact, saying he could deliver a hundred strikes might be somewhat exaggerated, but he still had the ability to wield the Great Destruction Vajra more than ten times, otherwise he wouldn't have been chosen as the nation-protecting divine artifact's bearer.
From that strike just now, he had already seen ripples spreading across the black bowl.
With another ten strikes, it should break.
Yu Guangzheng thought, his eyes condensing, once again swinging the vajra like a farming elder.
Everyone around covered their eyes.
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When the black bowl trembled and seemed about to collapse, the battle within Huaiyun Ward also approached white heat.
To assassinate Jiang He, this devil clan elite team played all their cards.
Many guards were caught off guard.
Dying with regret on the spot.
The remaining people also saw things weren't right—we just wanted to stall you briefly, yet you want to trade lives with us?
Actually, they weren't all guards. Many were family elders who had secretly come to support their children's reputation, naturally reluctant to sacrifice their lives.
Their hearts were bitter, but they had no choice but to play all their cards.
For a time, the battle raged fiercely.
The seventh-rank devil clan member tracking Jiang He also witnessed all this.
Her expression was grave as she carefully searched for every trace.
This assassination represented the devil clan's decades of planning in Great Xia's capital, practically going all out—even staking a divine artifact!
If not for the difficulty of concealing the devil clan's blood evil aura.
How could such an operation be led by a sixth-rank peak devil clan member?
To kill Great Xia's water-element innate destiny trait holder, trading a third-rank devil clan member's life wouldn't be excessive!
But now she could only rely on herself.
'Looking at that spell earlier, she should be an eighth-rank magician. She can't run far. Once found, she's easy to kill before she grows up…'
'Footsteps... footsteps…'
The devil clan member raised an eyebrow, spotting among the messy tracks a string that seemed recently left, turning a corner and extending into an alley.
'Isn't this exactly what I was looking for?'
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Jiang He's physical condition really wasn't very good—after all, she wasn't a warrior.
The most tiring work she'd done these years was carrying a pile of books from the library back to her quarters without letting maids help.
Mu Qinglan was indeed very light.
But carrying her versus carrying her while running a great distance were two completely different concepts.
If little Bai had come instead, she could have let Mu Qinglan ride her and run three circuits around Huaiyun Ward.
But Jiang He couldn't.
Therefore, after that false alarm passed and Jiang He relaxed to rest, accompanied by her rhythmic light panting, fine sweat seeped from her cheeks, gathering and dripping from her chin.
Drip... drop...
Sweat drops fell on the person below's shoulder.
As if startled, the person's body curled up slightly, burying her head deeper in the girl's shoulder, breathing softly, leaving only a pair of somewhat misty blood-colored eyes exposed.
"Are you alright?"
Jiang He asked dryly.
"A bit cold." Mu Qinglan shrank into her embrace.
"Then... should I hold you?" Jiang He hesitated.
"Isn't there a blanket over there?"
Mu Qinglan felt Jiang He's intelligence was somewhat lacking, and hugging together was too deliberate. They'd been intimate enough earlier—separating a bit now was the best choice.
Separate long must unite, unite long must separate—this was the truth.
"Oh."
Jiang He quickly took a blanket from the wardrobe, bunched it up to cushion under the girl.
Then draped the blanket over her.
As for herself, she silently crouched in the corner alone, recalling tonight's assassination, growing increasingly confused.
"What are you thinking about?"
Mu Qinglan moved the blanket toward her, mouthing the words.
"The assassins." Jiang He also mouthed.
"They came for you."
"Mm."
"A traitor in the palace? Or..."
"I don't know."
Jiang He shook her head, momentarily speechless.
Her outings indeed weren't secret, but very few in Heyang could recognize her identity. The assassins had clear targets, presumably having her portrait.
Most likely related to the imperial family.
But who would hate her so much as to leak information about her, this Ninth Imperial Princess, to foreign races?
Jiang He couldn't figure it out.
If she couldn't figure it out, she wouldn't think about it. Jiang He shook her head, burying her head in her knees as if this could isolate her from the world and keep her safe.
Specialists would naturally investigate after returning.
The room remained dark.
The two sat facing each other in silence.
Suddenly, at some moment, Jiang He noticed the girl beside her move, then suddenly throw herself on top of her, covering her, even forgetting to bring the blanket.
"You..."
Jiang He was stunned for a moment. Before she could ask, she saw red light bloom before her eyes.
The room exploded with a thunderous crash.
The girl's body stiffened momentarily, then fell softly against her.
Eh?
Jiang He's breathing stopped.
Why...
What happened?
Why did she throw herself on top of her?
Tap—
Tap—
Only then did she hear the undisguised footsteps outside the window, and that figure who had brazenly smashed the window with several blood evil spheres floating behind her.
"Oh? Someone even blocked for you. Truly worthy of being Great Xia's princess—how noble."
The devil clan figure sneered.
But at this moment, Jiang He no longer cared about her words, not even the imminent threat.
Because she heard the white-haired girl's last words before losing consciousness.
The voice was very light.
Like a lake covered with thin ice on an early spring morning—touch it lightly with a finger and it would shatter.
She said:
"Didn't I already say it once? I can't bear to let you die..."
"Idiot."