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The assassin's martial arts were not low either. When the two of them fought, they were unable to determine the victor. Even the guards who rushed over were unable to cut in, and could only stand to one side in anxiety.

In the next second, a white light streaked across the horizon, causing Chu Ci's heart to tighten.

She saw that white sword light striking down towards her head once again.

She instinctively wanted to dodge, but she discovered that the sword aura came fast. She had no idea which direction to dodge to so that she wouldn't be hacked apart.

"Chu Ci!"

In her panic, she heard Rong Yu's slightly panicked voice. She simply could not see where Rong Yu was, and only felt his body being pulled to the side once again. Then, she was pushed towards the group of guards standing there.

"Protect the Princess well."

In a trance, she only heard Rong Yu order her to join the battle once again.

Chu Ci was still shaken. She looked at the two people fighting in front of him in a daze.

Judging from the situation just now, this assassin was here for her?

No, that's not right, Princess Yang is just Rong Yu's wife, there shouldn't be any enemies outside, why would this assassin come to kill her?

It seems that Princess Yang is not as simple as he looks.

"Eh …."

Suddenly, Chu Ci's head felt that familiar intense pain, as though her brain had exploded. It was so painful that she could not take it anymore.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

She screamed out in pain and started rolling on the ground.

Suddenly, a strange flute sound rang in her ears. This flute sound seemed to have some magic to it. When the sound was strong, the pain in her head became worse. When the sound became weaker, the headache became weaker.

F * ck! This … What was going on? She was really going to be played to death by these ancient people.

At this time, Chu Ci was in so much pain that he had no time to think about anything else.

What a f * cking 'Tibetan mastiff'.

When other people met an assassin, they would be able to have an unparalleled love affair. Why did it have to come to her, and end up taking her life?

"Put the assassin in jail."

After an unknown period of time, Chu Ci had already started to lose consciousness from the pain.

"Chu Ci, how are you?"

After taking care of the assassin, Rong Yu quickly returned to her side and picked her up from the ice-cold ground.

At the same time, the ear-piercing sound of the flute suddenly disappeared.

When Rong Yu carried her back to her room, her body couldn't stop trembling after experiencing the intense pain earlier. Both of her hands tightly grabbed onto Rong Yu's clothes, as if grabbing onto her would make her feel safe.

As if she had already forgotten that the person in front of her was her "enemy" whom she could not let go, she pressed her face against Rong Yu's chest tightly and gradually recovered her consciousness.

Rong Yu carried her and laid her down on the bed. There were still some brown medicinal stains on her body, but her ashen face had already faded away, replaced with a pair of worried eyes.

Such a gaze, made Chu Ci's heart suddenly tighten, her heartbeat, unknowingly, also skipped a beat.

"Chu Ci, how are you feeling?"

Rong Yu's gaze moved up and down her pale face, profound in its gaze.

"I... "Just now..."

She didn't know how to speak, or where to begin.

After being silent for a while, she raised her eyes again to look at Rong Yu, and said: "Just now … That assassin from before seemed to have come for me. "

She carefully looked at Rong Yu and asked softly.

Rong Yu's expression was stunned for half a second. Then, he nodded his head, "That's right."

The moment the assassin entered the Longyi Pavilion, he already noticed that the assassin's target wasn't him, but Chu Ci.

However... Who sent the assassin? What was his relationship with Chu Ci? Why did he want to kill Chu Ci?

He could clearly feel that when Chu Ci's body heard his words, it trembled violently twice. Her already pale face had now completely lost all color.

Seeing such a fear appear on Chu Ci's face for the first time, Rong Yu's heart actually started to feel a little uncomfortable as well.

He had always been cold to her, but at this moment, he felt an inexplicable tug at his heart.

"What happened to you just now?"

he said, changing the subject, trying to get her out of her shock.

When he was fighting with the assassin, he had been distracted by her. He saw her lying on the ground, holding her head and rolling back and forth with a pained expression on her face.

She looked up at Rong Yu with a little fear, her lips trembling slightly. Just now, my head hurt so much, someone … Someone is playing the flute... "

"Play the flute?"

A trace of confusion instantly ignited in Rong Yu's eyes.

Why didn't he hear the flute?

He was a martial artist himself, so his senses were much sharper than normal people's. How could it be possible that when Chu Ci heard the flute, he did not hear anything?

He looked at Chu Ci with a doubtful gaze. Seeing her pale face and unsettled soul, he only thought that she had hallucinated due to a fever. He didn't think too much into it.

"Don't think too much, you must be having a fever and hallucinating. First, lie down and sleep."

He used a gentle voice that he had not even noticed before, and said to Chu Ci.

Chu Ci did not refute her, she only looked at Rong Yu's face that made her feel at ease, pursed her lips, nodded, and laid on the bed.

He closed his eyes, and the familiar melody began to swirl around in her ears.

Was it an illusion? But why was the sound of the flute so real?

Furthermore, the pain from the head tearing was so real that it did not allow her to have the slightest bit of doubt.

Was it just a cold and a fever? Did she really think too much?

She kept having the feeling that there was something in her brain that was blank, as if someone had extracted a part of her memories. However, whether this memory belonged to the Princess Yang or to her, she could not tell.

The more he thought about it, the more his head began to ache.

In the end, she gave up.

Unknowingly, she had fallen asleep. In her dreams, she had arrived at an extremely unfamiliar room.

The silence in the room was unnerving. She stood there, the dim light shining on her face. Suddenly, a slim figure appeared in front of her.

She couldn't see her face, only that she was a woman, a woman with a flute.

"Chu Ci, does your head still hurt?"

The cold and gloomy laughter was like a ghost that sounded in front of her. Its voice was so empty that it caused her heart to tremble.

She saw her put the flute to her mouth, and the corner of her mouth hooked into an evil smile, like a ghost or a demon.