Princess, something terrible has happened! The prince consort has attempted suicide again!

Zhao Changning wanted to raise his gun to fight, but he was too weak to stand.

Seeing the other party approaching the princess, Feng Yi became extremely anxious and shouted, "Don't hurt the princess! If you have the guts, come at me!"

The other Imperial Guards, eager to protect their master, also shouted curses.

Zhou Qian'er remained calm and composed, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Don't rush, none of you will escape today."

Just as she was about to reach Zhao Changning, a figure suddenly sat up from the pile of corpses on the ground.

"I'm so suffocating!"

Zhang Xiaomeng was panting heavily, almost suffocating from lack of oxygen.

Zhou Qian'er stopped in her tracks, her face full of astonishment. "How come you weren't affected by my muscle-relaxing powder?"

Zhang Xiaomeng was also puzzled.

He originally wanted to help Zhao Changning, which is why he lay on the ground pretending to be dead.

He was thinking to himself that once they were done fighting, he would sneak away and find a secluded place to end his life.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Qian'er suddenly intervened, causing the situation to drag on and on.

Unable to hold it in any longer, he had no choice but to end the pretense.

"Sister Qian'er, it seems he held his breath beforehand and avoided the 'softening powder'," the little girl explained.

Zhou Qian'er frowned, her gaze scrutinizing. "You anticipated my plan?"

Zhang Xiaomeng got up, dusted himself off, and pondered how to deal with the current situation.

He then discovered that Zhao Changning kept giving him meaningful glances, seemingly urging him to escape quickly.

It seems even she is helpless; it's probably impossible for me to save her. At worst, I'll just burn some more paper money for her after I go back.

Having made up his mind, Zhang Xiaomeng stopped pretending and honestly replied, "I'm not a god, how could I predict the future? It's just a coincidence."

Zhou Qian'er's brows furrowed even more, her suspicions growing stronger.

The burly man rubbed his fists, unable to contain himself any longer, and said, "Let me handle him."

The little girl next to him put her hands on her hips and stopped him, saying, "Big dummy, don't fall into their trap."

The burly man scratched his head, puzzled. "What trap? He doesn't seem to be lying."

"If you can see through the deception, would it still be considered a trap?"

The little girl glared at him, her big, round eyes revealing a maturity and wisdom beyond her years.

"He saw through our carefully laid plan beforehand, and now he has avoided the 'softening powder' in advance. There are no coincidences. He is clearly showing weakness to lure us into a trap. Don't be fooled by his appearance."

After understanding, the burly man felt a wave of fear wash over him. "How cunning! I almost fell for it."

Zhang Xiaomeng was utterly speechless.

This little brat hasn't even grown all his hair yet, but his imagination is already too rich.

"Young Master Zhang is indeed a man of hidden talents. I admire you more and more." Zhou Qian'er smiled radiantly, but her beautiful eyes were full of vigilance.

"Can you please stop beating around the bush? You're giving me goosebumps." Zhang Xiaomeng said rudely, urging impatiently, "If you're going to kill, just do it already. Don't you know villains die from talking too much?"

Zhou Qian'er wasn't annoyed. She covered her mouth and chuckled, "Young Master Zhang speaks so wittily, how could I bear to kill you?"

As he spoke, he moved forward almost imperceptibly.

Zhao Changning immediately warned, "Be careful! She's about to make a move!"

When her intentions were exposed, Zhou Qian'er's gaze immediately turned cold.

Zhang Xiaomeng didn't care at all. "If you want to kill me, just do it openly and honestly. Why bother with these petty tricks?"

He opened his arms, took a step forward, and said, "Come on, I'll let you kill."

To everyone's surprise, Zhou Qian'er quickly took two steps back, her whole body tense and extremely cautious.

The little girl hurriedly hid behind the burly man, not daring to show her face.

Zhang Xiaomeng was speechless.

Am I that scary?

"Sister Qian'er, he must have something to rely on. Don't let him get close." The little girl gripped the strong man's clothes tightly with her small hands, her face full of determination.

Zhou Qian'er nodded slightly in deep agreement.

This boy is so confident and fearless; he must be up to no good. We must not act rashly.

Zhang Xiaomeng's lips twitched; he didn't know what to say.

Damn it, if they won't do it, I'll do it myself.

He didn't want to argue any longer, so he picked up a long knife that had fallen to the ground.

He immediately raised it, ready to end his own life.

But before she could even raise her hand halfway, the little girl screamed in panic, "Watch out! He's going to attack!"

Zhou Qian'er immediately assumed a fighting stance to meet the enemy.

The burly man glared with his large, round eyes, unable to hold back any longer, and cursed, "Damn it! Let me test his strength!"

Having said that, he charged like a raging bull, crashing madly into Zhang Xiaomeng.

Zhang Xiaomeng smiled.

This big, clumsy guy is better; I don't have to do anything myself.

He put down the knife, neither dodging nor avoiding it.

"Go to hell!"

The burly man quickly closed in on Zhang Xiaomeng, his huge fist clenched tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand, and his entire arm even swelled up as if it were about to burst through his sleeve. With a violent force, he slammed it down on Zhang Xiaomeng.

Before the punch even landed, the force of the wind it generated already scraped against my face like a blade, causing a sharp pain.

Just as Zhang Xiaomeng was about to die from this punch, a figure in silver armor flew over like a divine soldier descending from the sky, blocking his way.

boom!

A small fist collided with the burly man's terrifyingly heavy fist, creating a series of shattering sounds.

The next moment, the burly man screamed and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.

Zhao Changning remained as steadfast as Mount Tai, his posture upright, showing no trace of his earlier dejection.

She slammed the gun to the ground, sending shards flying, and said in a cold voice, "If you want to touch him, you'll have to ask the gun in my hand for permission first."

The little girl quickly ran over to help the strong man up, and was deeply shocked to see that his entire arm was broken.

She knew very well how terrifying the big, clumsy guy's strength was, but her full-force attack was easily neutralized by Zhao Changning.

This was even after she had been given the "softening powder" (a traditional Chinese medicine for muscle weakness). If she were at her peak, she probably would have killed the big, clumsy guy with just one punch.

No wonder she has superhuman strength; it's no wonder Sister Qian'er is determined to get rid of her.

Zhou Qian'er glanced at the burly man clutching his arm in pain, her delicate hand clenching into a fist, her eyes flashing with murderous intent. "You're just at your last gasp. You dare to injure my man? You're courting death!"

She stopped testing the waters and charged forward with all her might.

The black silk skirt fluttered in the air, as light as a ghost.

With a flick of his right hand, a soft sword was drawn from his sleeve, carrying a sharp, piercing force as it aimed directly at Zhao Changning's throat.

The punch she just delivered had exhausted Zhao Changning's last bit of strength, and she had no chance of resisting Zhou Qian'er's killing intent.

"Princess!"

Upon seeing the princess die, Feng Yi cried out in alarm.

She tried desperately to remember, but the effects of the muscle-relaxing powder suppressed her strength, leaving her completely unable to move. She was so anxious that she lost her composure and didn't know what to do.

Despite facing imminent death, Zhao Changning showed no fear.

She didn't even blink, staring straight at the approaching sharp edge, still standing proudly like a war god.

Though one may perish, the spirit of Dongling remains unbroken.

"Zhao Changning! I'll take your life!"

Zhou Qian'er shouted and rose up, her soft sword darting towards Zhao Changning like a swimming silver snake.

Just at this critical moment, a large hand suddenly grabbed Zhao Changning's shoulder and pulled her steadily backward away from the deadly situation.