Perhaps it was because of someone taking the lead that not long after, ten more people signed up. The middle-aged man said that they would take ten people in a round, and then asked everyone to begin preparing.
Luo Qingyan looked at Yun Shang, and meditated for a moment before saying, "Wait for me on the bank. Don't walk around. Try not to be too close to the crowds."
Yun Shang smiled while replying, "Okay."
Luo Qingyan got on the boat alone. There were festive lanterns hanging at the bow and the stern. The festive lanterns were also lotus lamps, but the lotus lamps in the middle of the lake were more exquisite and bigger.
There were a row of festive lanterns on each boat from the shore all the way to the middle of the lake. Lantern riddles were hanging under each of the lanterns. Yun Shang smiled at Luo Qingyan and wondered how he looked when he was rowing the boat.
But before Luo Qingyan picked up the oar, the boat had already moved. Yun Shang frowned but soon she realized what happened. Yun Shang couldn't help but curl her lips and thought that Luo Qingyan was shameless and took advantage of the middle-aged man. That man only said that those would win if they arrived at the center of the lake first and took back the lotus lamps. But he didn't make clear that they had to paddle to the center of the lake. So Luo Qingyan used his internal force to drive the boat forward, stopped before the lantern and looked at the riddle hanging under the lantern in his hand.
But the other participants were much more embarrassed. They had to row with oars in their hands. When they reached the lantern, they had to stop the boat to read the riddles. Some even couldn't row very well, so they couldn't get close to the lantern at all. Their boats kept spinning in the lake, so they were in a hurry.
Yun Shang couldn't help laughing. Suddenly, she felt someone was looking at her. The eyesight was too sharp that Yun Shang couldn't help but stop smiling. She turned her head in the direction of the gaze.
Yun Shang's eyesight met the man's
Under the cover of secret guards, Luo Qingyan was about to break free from the assassins and come to them.
In the blink of an eye, Luo Qingyan stood in front of Yun Shang and protected her behind him. He brandished his long sword, and ordered Yun Shang, "You go back."
Yun Shang was unwilling to do so. Crowds around had long disappeared. She seemed to hear footsteps and guessed that there were many people coming. Yun Shang frowned. If the assassins outnumbered them, they might not be able to stop them. Yun Shang took out the white jade whistle from her sleeve and blew it for help.
The footsteps got closer and closer, and Yun Shang found that the seventh prince was in the lead. Far away from them, the voice of the seventh prince was heard. He shouted unprecedentedly, "Hurry up! Save His Majesty! Protect His Majesty! "
Yun Shang breathed a sigh of relief. Anyway, it was good that they were not the assassins.
The seventh prince and his men quickly joined in the battle. After a while, the assassins looked a bit dispirited. Yun Shang observed the situation and sent a message to her guards with her white jade flute, telling them not to come.
The assassins were all killed in less than a quarter after the seventh prince arrived.
The seventh prince went to Xia Huanyu in a hurry and knelt down. "It's too late to help. Please pardon me, Father."