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

Chapter 70 I did what I wanted to do.

"Tick tock-"

Dark red blood trickled down her face, like tears.

Jiang Jinshuang blinked slowly, then belatedly moved her slightly stiff body.

Jiang Jinshuang's eyes flickered as she looked at Pei Du in front of her.

The heavy arrow pierced his shoulder blade and lay across her eyes.

Blood dripped from the arrowhead along the groove.

Jiang Jinshuang frowned slightly and glanced at Pei Du's expression.

The man lowered his head, frowned slightly, and pursed his thin lips.

His lips quickly turned pale, and the hand that was protecting the top of her head trembled slightly.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Jinshuang twirled the wooden stick in her hand and handed it to Pei Du!

The next second, she used Pei Du's hand to stab the wooden stick at the bow-wielder!
"laugh--"

The wooden stick has no sharp spikes.

Both ends of the top are smooth and supple.

But that wooden stick pierced straight through the man's throat!

—It was like stabbing a live fish struggling in a lake.

Silently, the man lay down straight on the ground.

The sound of a heavy bow hitting the ground rang out, and the assassins, who had been trembling, panicked when they saw their leader dead!
They quickly took a few steps back, trying to take the opportunity to escape!

Yan Jue and Jing Mo joined forces to kill all the assassins!

"grown ups!"

Jingmo realized what was happening and hurriedly ran to Jiang Jinshuang and Pei Du!

Pei Du remained protective of Jiang Jinshuang, his expression cold and silent.

Jiang Jinshuang calmly withdrew from Pei Du's embrace and glanced at Yan Jue in the distance.

Yan Jue understood, took a few steps, and disappeared into the crowd.

She then turned her head back, pretending to be terrified, her eyes brimming with tears and her hands trembling.

The guards and their group finally came to their senses, looking at each other in shock!
"Quickly, quickly return to the capital to find the imperial physician!"

Jingmo hurriedly helped Pei Du up, and Jiang Jinshuang supported him as they boarded the carriage together.

Jiang Jinshuang's carriage fell apart during the fight, leaving her no choice but to share a carriage with Pei Du.

The journey then became noticeably faster!
Jingmo drove the carriage straight towards the capital!

On the carriage.

Jiang Jinshuang frowned slightly as she looked at Pei Du, who was pale and unconscious.

It's not that I feel sorry for them, it's just that things have become more complicated.

Putting aside the fact that Pei Du is now injured and how the imperial family will punish her, just the fact that if something really happens to Pei Du, Wan Jin can't find a prime minister like Pei Du right now.

Before getting into the carriage, Jingmo cut off the arrow's tail, but a very long section still pierced through his shoulder.

and……

Jiang Jinshuang narrowed her eyes and carefully examined the arrow.

—The bloodstains that were just bright red have turned black.

It seems that the arrow was smeared with poison.

This makes things even more difficult.

The more comfortable carriage had fallen apart. This carriage was originally used to carry supplies, and coupled with Jingmo's high speed, the carriage was extremely bumpy.

It must have aggravated his wound, as Pei Du's face became even paler and sickly.

Seeing this, Jiang Jinshuang sighed.

She held the man's shoulders and pulled him into her arms.

She then took off her fox fur coat and used it to cushion him, reducing the bumps and jostles.

After getting into the carriage, Jiang Jinshuang sealed Pei Du's acupoints, slowing down the onset of the poison. There should be enough time.

The crisp, blood-tinged sandalwood scent pierced Jiang Jinshuang's nostrils.

Jiang Jinshuang pursed her lips slightly, and for some reason, she thought of things from the past. — Pei Du had also been injured before.

That year, Wan Jin implemented legislative reforms, which affected the interests of many former officials and ministers.

These ministers had deep roots in the court and united many officials and soldiers, and even many unsuspecting common people joined them.

The leading senior official was the Vice Minister of War, who wielded immense power and secretly colluded with his cronies, making even the imperial family wary of him.

That day, Jiang Jinshuang carried a sword.

Right there on the main street of Chang'an, a sword severed the old minister's right hand!
Everyone present was terrified and fled in screams!

The old minister, enduring the pain, pointed at Jiang Jinshuang and cursed her, blood gushing out.

Jiang Jinshuang's eyebrows and eyes were stained with blood: "Minister, a few days ago your beloved son snatched my favorite male prostitute. This is your lesson."

The old minister's eyes were bloodshot and his face was contorted with rage: "Jiang Jinshuang! You will die a horrible death! You will die a horrible death!!"

This matter was naturally reported to the Emperor. Princess Zhaoming had harmed a court official for the sake of a male prostitute. Her behavior was utterly inhuman and devoid of any sense of morality!

Because of this incident, Jiang Jinshuang was punished by kneeling in the royal ancestral hall and copying Buddhist scriptures and verses for three whole months.

The ministers all said that the punishment was too lenient, but the emperor sternly stopped them.

Those with illnesses are not allowed to serve as officials, so the Vice Minister of War was dismissed from his post. As a result, the group that was blocking the reform and innovation fell apart because its leader resigned.

In the royal ancestral hall, Jiang Jinshuang was punished by copying scriptures and never expected that Pei Du would come to see her.

He brought her noodles with shredded pork, then sat down next to her without saying a word and helped her copy it down.

Pei Du's handwriting is very beautiful, but he is very good at imitating Jiang Jinshuang's handwriting, so his writing is crooked and messy.

Jiang Jinshuang knew Pei Du was angry, so she tried to appease him by saying, "Pei Du, Pei Du, you are the best to me. No one else dares to come and visit me."

Pei Du remained silent.

"Pei Du, Pei Du, your handwriting is so well imitated, you're amazing!"

He remained silent.

"Pei Du, you care about me so much, have you fallen in love with me?"

This time, he paused slightly while copying.

After a long silence, he said in a deep voice, "In broad daylight, right under the emperor's nose, how dare you harm an official of the imperial court?"

Jiang Jinshuang blinked and laughed freely and arrogantly: "What's there to dare or not dare to do? I did it because I wanted to."

Pei Du then fell silent, simply lowering his eyes to help her copy the message.

But the Vice Minister of War did not give up. He harbored resentment towards Jiang Jinshuang and set his sights on Pei Du.

That night, Pei Du was assassinated and his life was in danger.

Upon learning of this, Jiang Jinshuang left the ancestral hall immediately.

That was the first time Jiang Jinshuang had seen Pei Du bleed.

He was a clean person and preferred to wear white clothes; even the slightest bit of dirt on his clothes was clearly visible.

That day, his white clothes were stained with blood.

That night, Jiang Jinshuang kicked open the gate of the Vice Minister of War's residence and beheaded him.

After this incident, although the Vice Minister of War had assassinated the princess's retainer first, Princess Zhaoming abused her power for personal gain by acting first and reporting later, and was punished with eighty strokes of the cane.

—She and Pei Du stayed in bed for three months.

"Your Highness, we have arrived at Wenshan Pavilion!"

Thoughts came back.

Jingmo helped Pei Du to his bedchamber. The imperial physicians had already arrived upon hearing the news. Upon seeing the Grand Secretary, they all rushed to the bedchamber to examine and treat him!

"How's the situation?"

Jiang Jinshuang looked at Jingmo, who came out of the dormitory with a gloomy expression, and asked in a deep voice.

Jingmo shook his head stiffly: "The imperial physicians said the arrow wound was too deep, and no one in the entire Imperial Hospital dared to handle it."

"Moreover... the arrowheads were coated with poison, a rare poison that they couldn't cure."

Jiang Jinshuang frowned, her face cold and sullen.

Just then, a servant from Wenshan Pavilion came to report: "Your Highness, a physician outside the mansion is requesting an audience, saying he is here to see you!"

(End of this chapter)