Chapter 474: Offering Myself (3)_1
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Along the way, they encountered two more groups of assassins. Probably thinking Xiao Ruiyuan was doomed to die from the Heart-eating poison, the mastermind behind the scenes had sent these two groups whose martial skills were clearly inferior to the previous ones. Before the dark guards could act, the Prince’s Mansion guards eliminated them all.
However, they still couldn’t find any useful evidence on these assassins that would indicate who had sent them. Therefore, even though they were certain that some Prince or Princes with eyes on the throne were behind it, they couldn’t justly drag the culprits into the light.
As Jing City loomed in the distance, Little Flower, who had been following behind, no longer continued to follow. It called out to Maomao in the sky a few times, said goodbye to Xiao Ruiyuan, and then drifted away into the vast night sky under everyone’s gaze.
Xiao Ruiyuan, weak and sharing a ride with Xiao Jiu, looked in the direction where Little Flower had disappeared. A pale smile formed a gentle curve on his lips: "To repay a life-saving debt with my body, I owe her three lives. How can I ever repay her enough?"
Out of concern for Xiao Ruiyuan’s injuries, the group rode at a slow pace. Fortunately, aside from the two groups of assassins they had previously encountered, the rest of the journey was peaceful until they safely entered the city and arrived at the Prince’s Mansion without facing any more assassins.
Upon learning that Xiao Ruiyuan was seriously injured and, like him, had been poisoned with Heart-eating poison and had almost died from its effects, the usually gentle and humble Chu Heng smashed a cup for the first time: "I’m not dead yet, and they can’t wait any longer, good! Very good!"
A deep fury coated his typically mild eyes. Chu Heng looked at Xiao Ruiyuan lying on the bed, his face pale, and for the first time, a wave of sadness welled up in his heart.
From the day he was born, he had endured agonising pain incessantly, his constant companions were all kinds of bitter medicinal soups. And from the moment he understood his condition, he had thought of death as a relief. If it weren’t for the love of his father, Emperor Huian, and the encouragement and support of his cousin who grew up with him, he would have given up his broken body long ago and followed his mother to the grave.