Ji Yunshu not only underestimated Jingrong, she never imagined that the prince’s martial arts skills would be so formidable!

She struggled to drag Fu Bo to the side.

To observe carefully!

Jingrong fought barehanded with those black-clothed people in heated combat. His seemingly upright and rigid posture was actually incredibly agile.

After a series of dodges, he seized a sword from one of the black-clothed people’s hands.

But what Ji Yunshu never expected was that the sword in Jingrong’s hand wasn’t used to save himself, but to kill!

That face bearing a noble temperament seemed to have been skinned, replaced with a fierce and cold mask.

The sword in his hand struck with lethal intent. Two or three black-clothed people had already fallen in pools of blood.

The scene of flashing blades and swords made one’s eyes tremble directly.

Ji Yunshu’s heart was tense, her hands clutching tightly at Fu Bo’s clothes. Her originally detached mood as a spectator became somewhat turbulent.

Just at this moment, one black-clothed person noticed her crouching in the corner, turned his sword’s edge, and thrust straight toward Ji Yunshu.

The sharp sword was close at hand. Ji Yunshu’s eyes widened enormously.

To die like this at such a beautiful age—wouldn’t that be a pity?

In that instant, she thought of so much.

For instance, she hadn’t told Luan’er about the silver hidden under her bed yet!

She still hadn’t bought that set of ink brushes from Mo Bao Studio!

She still hadn’t repaid the insole money she owed Aunt Li from North Slant Street!

She also forgot to tell the Ji family that when she was buried, she didn’t want to use sandalwood because the smell was too pungent. She wanted to use pine wood—it was more comfortable to lie in!

…

A mess of random thoughts passed in a flash. Just as that sword was only a few centimeters away from her, it was suddenly deflected.

Amitabha, heaven be blessed!

And the Buddha who saved her was precisely the one molded from clay.

Jingrong.

After deflecting that sword, Jingrong’s hand moved with such speed that the sword in his hand had already thrust toward that black-clothed person’s neck.

Fresh blood burst forth, splashing onto Jingrong’s clean robes and also onto Ji Yunshu’s fair, tender face!

The three surviving black-clothed people knew they were defeated.

The leader shouted, “Retreat.”

The three avoided Jingrong’s sword, leaped onto the roof beams, and fled…

Don’t pursue a desperate enemy.

Jingrong’s sinister, ice-shard-like gaze fell on the direction they had disappeared.

Turning his head and seeing the blood on Ji Yunshu’s face, his expression showed intense concern. He quickly stepped before Ji Yunshu, grabbed her thin arm, and asked, “How are you? Are you injured?”

She shook her head, her gaze appearing scattered!

She raised her sleeve, wiped the blood from her face, then looked at Jingrong indifferently and said, “Your Highness, when killing people, could you move farther away? If this blood were poisonous, I’d probably be dead by now.”

“At a time like this, you still say such things?” Jingrong was serious.

“This humble one is very serious.” Her eyes flashed with light, trying to tell him she was truly serious!

Jingrong was helpless. He looked toward Fu Bo beside her and reached out to check his breathing.

Unexpectedly, Ji Yunshu slapped his hand away. “Fu Bo isn’t dead yet.”

“This prince was just verifying. Why are you so agitated?”

Yes, she was too agitated. Probably frightened by what just happened, making her overreact.

“Fu Bo should have fainted from shock. I ask Your Highness to lend a hand and help carry him into the room.”

Jingrong made a sound of acknowledgment but lifted Fu Bo by himself. When Ji Yunshu tried to help, he pushed her aside and said casually, “You go wash your face clean.”

It sounded like a commanding tone, yet always carried a kind of awkward feeling.

Ji Yunshu nodded. Before she could say where the medicine was, Jingrong had already carried Fu Bo inside.

Looking at the four or five corpses of black-clothed people on the ground, Ji Yunshu didn’t know whether to worry or rejoice.

They’d probably have to carry the corpses to be burned later. On a night like this, she really shouldn’t have gone out.

When she had washed her face clean and was preparing to enter the room to check on Fu Bo, Jingrong came out from inside, his face serious. “Fu Bo is already resting. Don’t go in and disturb him.”

“But the wound…”

“I’ve already bandaged it for him.”

Ji Yunshu nodded, then looked at him and said, “Your Highness, thank you for earlier.”

“No need. Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Besides, you haven’t finished investigating this prince’s case yet. If you died now, who would this prince find to take over in such short time?” Jingrong’s unruly eyes lifted.

Ji Yunshu had grown accustomed to this and still rolled her eyes at him a few times in her heart.

Little did she know that at this moment, one black-clothed person on the ground suddenly rose, using his last bit of strength to raise his sword and strike.

Ji Yunshu was closest and had her back turned, so she didn’t notice.

“Be careful.”

Caught off guard, Jingrong pulled Ji Yunshu into his embrace in one motion. With a turn, without time to think, he actually raised his own arm to block that sword for Ji Yunshu. His arm was slashed open with a long gash.

Without time to attend to his injury, Jingrong used his foot to kick up a sword from the ground and kicked it hard, viciously stabbing it into that black-clothed person’s chest.

He fell to the ground, dead!

At this moment, Ji Yunshu was firmly protected before Jingrong. That suddenly approaching figure was close at hand. At the tip of her nose lingered the inherent scent from the man’s body, warming her heart.

She raised her gaze and carefully glanced at Jingrong. Her gaze extended from his chin all the way to those long, thick eyelashes. The gentle breeze lightly stirred them—so beautiful!

Those large hands clasped around her waist also clearly carried a hidden strength.

At that moment, her heart also panicked a bit!

Coming back to her senses, Ji Yunshu stepped back several paces, her eyes lowered, trying hard to collect her emotions. When she raised her eyes, she saw Jingrong’s body swaying unsteadily, his gaze weak, his lips pale.

“Your Highness, how are you?”

She stepped forward to support him, only then discovering his injured arm. She gasped, “You’re injured?”

“This prince is fine.” Jingrong held on stubbornly and kept saying, “This little injury is nothing. When this prince went to battle to kill enemies, you weren’t even born yet.”

Hey, your logic is wrong! At that time, I was already old enough to fetch soy sauce.

Ji Yunshu didn’t contradict him. Looking at the wound on his arm—injured by a sword, shouldn’t the blood flowing from a person be bright red?

Why was it black?

“Your Highness, that sword just now was poisoned.” Ji Yunshu glared.

So Fu Bo didn’t faint—he must have also taken a sword strike and been poisoned.

Just as these words finished, Jingrong’s body had already pressed toward her. Her thin shoulders trembled—how could they support such a heavy body?

Their bodies also pressed tightly together at that moment.

Jingrong’s head drooped onto Ji Yunshu’s shoulder, the warm breath from his nose beating against her neck, making it tingly and numb.

Making Ji Yunshu’s entire body shudder several times.

In her entire life, this was the first time she’d been embraced several times by the same man.

Jingrong opened his mouth slightly and said something groggily by her ear.

“This prince… this prince is fine.”