The seductive princess is no longer being pursued; the aloof prime minister is facing a crematorium.

Chapter 47 He wanted to kill someone.

Qianyao didn't have a good impression of Jingmo from Wenshan Pavilion.

If Her Highness doesn't like Chief Minister Pei of Wenshan Pavilion, then his attendants must not be good people either!
Jingmo was carrying a box.

Jingmo also had a very bad impression of Qianyao.

—Qianyao is Mr. Si Ning's bodyguard.

"Please trouble Lord Qianyao to inform him that I was sent by the Chief Minister of Wenshan Pavilion."

Upon hearing this, Qian Yao said coldly, "The princess won't even see His Highness the Crown Prince, so what makes Lord Jingmo think that my Highness will see you?!"

Jingmo also said in a deep voice, "I may not see Your Highness, but please, Lord Qianyao, give this food box to Your Highness."

Qian Yao waved his hand: "My master said that at this critical moment for His Highness, we will not accept anything from outsiders."

Jingmo frowned: "It's just a food box. If Lord Qianyao is worried, he can have someone check it."

Qian Yao's tone was cold and hard: "Lord Jingmo, please leave."

The two were very close. When Qian Yao spoke, he grabbed the handle of the food box with one hand, trying to push it out.

Jingmo frowned, and suddenly grabbed Qianyao's wrist with his other hand to stop him!

The two looked at each other.

With a "thud," the food box was placed on the ground!

The next second, two dark figures leaped into the air from the darkness and began fighting bare-handed!
The punch was clean and crisp, swift and powerful!
The two already disliked each other, and now they were ready to explode at the slightest provocation, neither willing to give an inch!

Jingmo and Qianyao were both highly skilled in martial arts. They spun around and flew to the rooftop. In the blink of an eye, they exchanged hundreds of blows. Jingmo threw a punch, and Qianyao blocked it with one hand, using the momentum to take a few steps back!

With this retreat, the two fought their way into the courtyard of the princess's residence!
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jingmo once again exerted his strength, trying to force Qianyao to retreat!

The next second—

A gust of sword wind swept straight between the two of them!
Jingmo and Qianyao reacted instantly and took a few steps back to separate!

Before Jingmo could react, a sword sheath was pressed against his throat.

Jingmo remained where it was.

The scabbard was pure black, engraved with complex and difficult-to-understand Sanskrit characters. The newcomer held the hilt of the sword but did not draw it.

Jingmo looked at the person who had come.

The newcomer had long hair tied up high, adorned with a silver crown, and had a cold and indifferent expression.

Just from that sword gust just now, Jingmo knew that he was no match for this person.

—Belatedly realizing, Jingmo finally understood that the person in front of him must be the skilled bodyguard by Princess Zhaoming's side.

Yan Jue's gaze remained unwavering, his sword sheath pointing at Jing Mo's throat: "Retreat."

If what he and Qian Yao had just said was simply because they disliked each other and wanted to take the opportunity to spar, then...

The man before him had a calm and indifferent gaze, but Jingmo knew he was intent on killing.

Without any complicated or flashy moves, every strike is deadly, killing the enemy in one blow.

Jingmo frowned, a cold glint in his eyes.

Just then, Si Ning slowly walked out from the princess's bedroom not far away.

"What happened?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an irresistible pressure.

Si Ning glanced at Yan Jue, whose face was pale, and knew that he was angry and still upset with Jiang Jinshuang.

With a sigh, Si Ning said calmly, "Yan Jue, go and take a look at His Highness."

Upon hearing the words "Your Highness," Yan Jue's eyes flickered.

Without lingering any longer, he deftly sheathed his sword and turned to walk into the bedroom.

Si Ning looked at the two people left behind and felt somewhat helpless.

"May I ask what brings Lord Jingmo here?"

Without missing a beat, Jingmo respectfully clasped his hands and bowed to Si Ning: "This subordinate is here to deliver something on the orders of the Grand Secretary."

As he spoke, Jingmo picked up the food box not far away and walked over to Si Ning.

Si Ning nodded and glanced at Qian Yao.

Although not very happy, Qianyao still accepted the food box from Jingmo.

"I will entrust the items to Your Highness, Lord Jingmo, please rest assured."

Jingmo bowed slightly again: "Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Sining." After a pause, Jingmo cautiously inquired: "May I ask, Mr. Sining, how is His Highness's injury? What did the imperial physician say?"

Si Ning asked calmly, "Is this also what the Grand Secretary wants to ask?"

“Ah, no,” Jingmo said honestly. “The master only instructed me to deliver the food box, and did not give any other instructions.”

Si Ning smiled and said, "Your Highness... has just regained some consciousness, so Lord Jingmo need not worry."

Jingmo breathed a sigh of relief, bowed and clasped his hands in a fist salute: "In that case, I will go back and report now. I apologize for troubling you, Mr. Si Ning."

"Please take care, Lord Jingmo."
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In the sleeping hall.

Yan Jue pushed open the door and entered.

The outer room was separated from the inner room by a curtain.

Yan Jue stood in the outer room, holding his sword with both hands, without saying a word.

Inside the room, Jiang Jinshuang had just woken up and was still a little weak.

Judging from her figure alone, Jiang Jinshuang could guess who had come in.

With a helpless smile, Jiang Jinshuang's voice was still a little hoarse: "I wonder if there's any kind person who could pour me a glass of water..."

The figure didn't move for a moment.

Jiang Jinshuang wasn't in a hurry; she simply covered her chest and coughed twice in a mock manner.

The figure then moved.

In the outer room, Yan Jue poured a cup of tea, seven-tenths full, from the tea table, still behind the curtain, with a flick of his wrist.

The teacup passed through the curtains and landed lightly on the table beside Jiang Jinshuang's bed.

Not a drop of water was spilled.

Still didn't speak.

Jiang Jinshuang smiled weakly and sighed.

She was so weak that she propped herself up to sit up, picked up the tea beside her, and took a few sips to moisten her throat.

Put the teacup back down.

Jiang Jinshuang looked at the unmoving figure under the curtain and softened her tone: "The rumors outside are just exaggerated. I was not seriously injured."

Looking at the bandage on her chest, which was stained with blood, Jiang Jinshuang felt a little guilty.

The figure in front of the curtain remained motionless, still standing there with his sword in his hand, without uttering a word.

Jiang Jinshuang felt a little awkward, so she changed the subject: "Did you finish what Si Ning asked you to do?"

The figure remained silent.

Jiang Jinshuang sighed helplessly and softly called his name: "Yanjue..."

Finally, he responded in a muffled voice, "Okay."

Cherish words like gold.

Jiang Jinshuang shook her head and smiled, her lips pale: "Alright, look at me, I'm fine, aren't I?"

"This is just my plan; I know what I'm doing."

"You can pretend to be injured," the figure outside the curtain said coldly.

Jiang Jinshuang said patiently, "There are too many people who want to know about me. You saw it today, the imperial physicians in the palace came one after another."

"It is said that His Majesty and the Empress Dowager learned of this matter and ordered the imperial physicians to come and treat him, but in reality, they also wanted to find out the truth."

Jiang Jinshuang could certainly fake her injury, but if she did, His Majesty and the Empress Dowager would definitely become suspicious.

Since we're going to make a plan, let's be ruthless.

It's nothing serious.

Yan Jue was unaware of the intricacies of officialdom, nor of the undercurrents and deceit within the imperial court.

He simply said coldly, "You've lost a lot of blood."

She cried even more than the time she found him.

Jiang Jinshuang just smiled indifferently: "It doesn't hurt, I'm used to it."

After these words were spoken, an eerie silence fell over the bedchamber.

Jiang Jinshuang realized she had misspoke, so she smiled again and said, "I just heard some noise outside. Did something happen?"

(End of this chapter)