Chapter 227 Injured

Chapter 227: Injured

The assassin fell dead, and Meng Fan was overjoyed.

"Your Highness, you're finally here. I thought I'd never see you again."

Xie Liuzheng's face no longer bore its previous nonchalant expression; he radiated a cold, fierce aura. He glanced at him and said in an unusually calm tone.

"If you keep talking nonsense, I won't save you again!"

With that, he killed another black-clad assassin with a single sword stroke.

Meng Fan whined, "Don't say that, Your Highness! I've learned my lesson!"

He knew that now that Xie Liuzheng was here, all of them had a chance of survival!

All these years, he had deliberately concealed his martial arts skills, not wanting to stand out too much.

Outstanding people invite jealousy and don't live long. Xie Liuzheng didn't want to be that outstanding person.

But now, he knew he no longer needed to hide.

The original hundred assassins had been fighting easily against Meng Fan and the others, but once Xie Liuzheng joined—whose every sword stroke drew blood—the assassins were pushed back step by step.

Their leader recognized Xie Liuzheng, his face filled with terror.

Rumors outside all said that Heir Xie was a good-for-nothing street thug with mediocre martial arts skills.

But now, seeing him fight one against a hundred, how could he be described as mediocre?

It seemed they had all been fooled by Xie Liuzheng's carefree exterior!

If they kept fighting like this, so many of them would all die.

The leading black-clad man suddenly remembered the instructions he had been given. Not wanting to get tangled up with Xie Liuzheng any longer, he directly ordered, "Kill Luo Qingge!"

At his command, over thirty assassins surged toward the carriage.

Panicked, Xie Liuzheng was about to fly over when the leading black-clad man blocked him.

The two immediately clashed again.

Seeing the danger growing around Luo Qingge, Meng Fan threw caution to the wind and rushed over with several of Luo Qingge's shadow guards.

"You bastards! Dare to touch our future princess! I'll fight you to the death!"

Luo Qingge huddled in a corner of the carriage, her hand trembling as she gripped the sword, her whole body tense with fear.

Hearing Meng Fan's words suddenly, she stiffened up, and the sword nearly slipped from her hand.

What did she just hear?

Future princess?

Was he talking about her?

Luo Qingge's feelings were complicated, but she had no time to dwell on it before the carriage was split into pieces by sword strikes.

Startled, she swung her sword, forcing back one assassin.

But soon, the assassins surged again.

Linglan slowly regained consciousness. Opening her eyes, she saw assassins charging at them with swords, and she was so scared she wanted to cry.

Impulsively, she grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and threw it into the assassins' faces.

Seeing this, Luo Qingge suddenly remembered that she carried poison that Ji Yuntang had given her.

Back at the palace banquet, Ji Yuntang had given it to her for self-defense.

Now it came in handy.

"Everyone, hold your breath!"

After shouting this, Luo Qingge flung the powder from her hand. The assassins in the front immediately collapsed, dead on the spot.

The assassins gasped in fear and retreated slightly.

But soon, under orders, they surrounded her again.

Now, of the hundred assassins, only about twenty remained, but three of Luo Qingge's shadow guards were dead, and two were severely injured.

Counting the usable fighters—including Meng Fan and Xie Liuzheng—they had only five people.

By then, Luo Qingge had run out of poison powder, and she was once again in danger.

A gleaming sword thrust directly at Luo Qingge's chest. Pale-faced, with no escape, she closed her eyes in despair.

"Shlash!"

The sound of steel piercing flesh echoed, but the expected pain didn't come. Luo Qingge opened her eyes in confusion.

A handsome face suddenly appeared before her. Xie Liuzheng, drenched in sweat and gritting his teeth, leaped into the air. With a sweep of his sword, he cut down the two black-clad men behind Luo Qingge.

It was only when he turned around that Luo Qingge saw a sword embedded in Xie Liuzheng's shoulder.

Blood gushed from the hilt, staining his white brocade robe, spreading outward—bright red and jarring.

Luo Qingge's pupils constricted. She stared wide-eyed at Xie Liuzheng, her upright body trembling slightly.

Her face was filled with disbelief.

Xie Liuzheng. The Xie Liuzheng she hated the most had stepped forward to save her life at the critical moment of life and death?

Luo Qingge's feelings were tangled. She couldn't describe what she felt, only that her eyes were stinging, and she wanted to cry.

After killing the last assassin, Xie Liuzheng finally collapsed to the ground from exhaustion.

Just as Luo Qingge was about to help him, a figure faster than her rushed over and cradled Xie Liuzheng in his arms.

Meng Fan wailed loudly, "Your Highness, you're hurt! You're bleeding so much—are you going to die?"

"Boo hoo, Your Highness, you can't die! If you die, what will I do?"

Xie Liuzheng winced in pain. He lifted his eyelids weakly and scolded, "Shut up! So noisy! I'm not dead yet!"

"Meng Fan, help me up."

"Oh yes." Meng Fan quickly helped Xie Liuzheng up and asked, "Prince, your wound looks very serious. Should this subordinate go fetch Princess Ye to treat you?"

"No need, it won't kill me." Xie Liuzheng waved his hand, his blood-stained red lips parting slightly, appearing particularly alluring.

"Just find a nearby clinic to tend to my wound."

"Remember, don't let my parents know about this for now, to avoid worrying them."

Meng Fan acknowledged and was about to go find a clinic, but since Xie Liuzheng was too weak to come with him, he turned to Luo Qingge for help.

"Princess Jiu, could you please support the Prince for a moment? This subordinate will go outside to find a clinic."

Luo Qingge wiped away her tears and quickly came over to support Xie Liuzheng.

Seeing her reddened eyes, Xie Liuzheng suddenly curled a smile at the corner of his lips and asked with a hint of teasing, "Are you crying for me?"

"Who cried for you? Don't be so full of yourself. This princess was clearly frightened by those assassins."

Luo Qingge was putting up a tough front, but Xie Liuzheng didn't call her out. He said with a smile, "Alright, alright, you're the princess, so whatever you say."

"But now those assassins have been wiped out by this prince. Wasn't this prince just now super impressive and handsome?"

Luo Qingge did not answer him; she looked at Xie Liuzheng with a fuming expression.

"What kind of time is this? You're still in the mood to joke. It seems your wound isn't serious at all."

"Since that's the case, this princess will go back to the palace and abandon you."

As Luo Qingge said this, she was about to leave. But the moment she let go, Xie Liuzheng's body fell straight to the ground, startling her, she quickly caught him again.

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