Seeing him like that, Jingrong couldn’t help but laugh!

“Serves you right!”

That’s what you get for provoking a plague god!

That’s what you get for provoking women!

Muruo’s face looked utterly miserable. He rolled his eyes at him and said, “I’d rather be pestered by you than be pestered by that crazy girl.”

Hehe.

Jingrong chuckled and said, “This Prince has no hobby of pursuing men. Also, you provoked the woman yourself, so you have to take responsibility for it yourself.”

“Who says I provoked her? She’s clearly the one who threw herself at me.”

“Anyway, it has nothing to do with this Prince. You’d better leave quickly and don’t disturb this Prince’s rest. Solve your own problems yourself.”

“We grew up together after all. How can you be so heartless?” Muruo was unhappy.

Jingrong didn’t care about any of that. He grabbed him, pulled open the door, and shoved him out.

“Bang!” He closed the door.

“Jingrong, you better remember this—sooner or later I’ll make you beg me.”

This baby is so angry!

Jingrong chuckled merrily.

Muruo didn’t dare make too much noise either, to avoid attracting Tang Si’s attention and having her come stuff more grapes in his mouth.

So he slunk back to his room dejectedly.

Ji Yinshu entered her room and freshened up a bit when someone came to knock on the door.

“Guest, your tea.”

She opened the door. The waiter brought in a pot of tea and left.

Because the tea was too hot, the moment she touched the handle of the teapot, her fingers got burned, causing the teapot to fall to the ground with a “clang” and shatter into pieces.

Her hand was also burned.

“Ugh!”

The pain made her brows furrow tightly. Clutching her hand, she quickly went out to find soy sauce, and happened to run into the waiter who had greeted them earlier.

He was carrying a pot of tea upstairs. Gone was his previous smiling demeanor—his face was serious, his manner unusually tense.

Ji Yinshu took it all in.

She blocked his path and said, “Young man, could I trouble you to go to the kitchen and bring me some soy sauce?”

Soy sauce?

The moment the waiter saw someone appear before him, his serious expression vanished, and he immediately adopted the appearance of an ordinary waiter, but—

He became even more nervous.

As if someone had discovered some incredible secret.

He was puzzled. “What does the guest need soy sauce for?”

Ji Yinshu held out her reddened, burned finger. “This humble one accidentally broke a teapot, and my hand got burned too.”

“Oh.” But the waiter’s eyes showed some guilt. After lowering his gaze, he glanced toward Jingrong’s room before saying, “Guest, why don’t you wait a moment? Let me deliver this pot of tea to the guest in the Tianzi room, then I’ll go to the kitchen and get you the soy sauce.”

She couldn’t very well delay someone from doing their work, so she nodded slightly and smiled in response.

The waiter then carried the pot of tea over.

When Ji Yinshu returned to her room, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

After thinking for a brief moment, suddenly…

She realized what it was and rushed out of her room, running toward Jingrong’s room.

Just in time to see the waiter coming out.

Inside the room, Jingrong had just finished pouring tea and was about to drink it.

She shoved the departing waiter aside and rushed in urgently, shouting, “Don’t drink it!”

While shouting, her hand swept out, knocking the teacup away with a “bang.”

Jingrong hadn’t yet reacted!

Along with the sound of the cup hitting the floor, the doors on the first floor suddenly all closed.

“Kill!”

Sounds of slaughter filled the area from all directions.

The previously calm inn suddenly erupted with many people. Those who had been sitting below neither eating nor drinking all simultaneously pulled out large sabers and long swords from under their tables.

A massacre in a jar had begun.

The waiter Ji Yinshu had shoved aside turned back in fury, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He pulled out a dagger from the cloth draped over his shoulder and thrust it toward Ji Yinshu.

Before she could dodge, the dagger viciously stabbed into her back.

“Ah!”

The dagger was very sharp!

Almost the entire blade penetrated into her body.

In that moment, Ji Yinshu’s head jerked back, her body tilting forward, falling straight into Jingrong’s arms.

Her back was instantly drenched in blood.

Following the wound, blood stained her entire back.

Jingrong’s mind went blank, but he immediately snapped back to awareness. Like a madman, he shielded Ji Yinshu behind him, grabbed a chopstick from the table, and viciously stabbed it into the center of the waiter’s forehead, through from the forehead to the back of his skull.

He lifted his foot and kicked hard.

Great force!

The waiter was kicked directly out of the room, his back hitting the railing outside. The railing broke apart, and he fell straight down.

Landing in a bloody pulp!

“Yunshu!”

He quickly held the woman in his arms, looking at her pale face in panic.

His other hand pressed on her back, instantly covered in blood!

Ji Yinshu gasped with weak breaths, her powerless eyes looking at him.

A smile spread across her blood-stained lips. “I… I’m fine.”

“This Prince won’t allow you to be harmed, won’t allow it.” Holding her limp body, his eyes were bloodshot red, his entire spirit on the verge of collapse. He shouted toward the outside, “Muruo!”

Right now, only Muruo could save her.

Meanwhile, outside had already descended into chaos.

Jingrong’s people and those assassins were locked in combat. Throughout the entire inn, there were sounds of clashing weapons and smashing tables and chairs.

Muruo and Tang Si rushed into the room together.

Seeing this scene, both were stunned.

Jingrong roared, “Save her!”

Muruo quickly said, “Quick, carry her to the bed.” He turned to instruct Tang Si, “Go to my room and get the medicine chest, hurry!”

Tang Si looked at Ji Yinshu covered in blood, unable to react.

“Hurry up and go!” Muruo urged.

Only then did she snap out of it and rushed out.

Jingrong carried her to the bed, laying her face down.

On Ji Yinshu’s back was lodged a dagger that had penetrated deep into her body.

“This Prince can’t let anything happen to her, can’t let anything happen…” Jingrong was in a state of collapse.

Compared to him, Muruo was much calmer. He pressed on an acupoint on Ji Yinshu’s back.

At this moment, several assassins rushed into the room, but before they could enter, a sword claimed the lives of all of them.

Wen Xian and Zhao Huai appeared in the doorway.

“Saving the Heir is urgent—leave the outside to us.”

Wen Xian guarded the door, killing whoever came!

Zhao Huai leaped down from the second floor to help Jingrong’s people fight those assassins.

Soon, Tang Si came in carrying Muruo’s medicine chest.

“Quick, quick… here’s the medicine chest.” She called out.

Muruo took the medicine chest, opened it, took out a small bottle, poured out two pills, and fed them into Ji Yinshu’s mouth. Then he took out a packet of silver needles.

“Give me the lamp!”

Jingrong anxiously handed him the lamp.

Right now, he didn’t dare even breathe heavily. His whole body trembled, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on the small figure on the bed.