C42 Be Scolded at the Last Minute

Meng Zixian was hit in the shoulder by the arrow, causing pain to spread throughout his body. Gu Jingcheng was unable to protect himself and stubbornly resisted, not caring about her at all.

She gritted her teeth and endured the pain, grabbing the handle of the arrow with one hand and holding the short blade with the other. She took a deep breath and ruthlessly cut off the long arrow.

Before he could turn around, he felt a vicious aura behind him. A sword was about to hit him. Meng Zixian's foot touched the ground, and he quickly retreated!

Dodging to the side, he tightly grabbed onto the man's wrist. With a twist of the short blade, the man's hand tendons were severed.

Blood spurted out. Meng Zixian stepped forward and cut his throat. The sound was stuck in his throat, but he couldn't make a sound.

His clothes had been drenched in blood. Due to the pain, he had lost consciousness and became absent-minded.

Meng Zixian and Gu Jingyuan's backs were facing each other. Meng Zixian was really angry, so while cautiously attacking those people, she asked in a low voice, "You were assassinated before, don't you have any memory? "He dares to do it alone!"

Before he could reply, another man in black clothing appeared, and the two of them fell into a bitter battle.

Just as she thought she would die in this world, a green light flashed before her eyes.

It turned out to be a sword, stabbing straight into the chest of a person who was about to attack Gu Jingcheng.

"Mistress."

A few men in tight suits suddenly dropped to the ground and shouted.

"Why is it so late?"

"It's been delayed."

When Meng Zixian heard this, she finally realized that Gu Jing Cheng wasn't alone. He must have met with some assassins before. These people were sent to search and then were delayed. Only then did he rush over to save them.

Actually, she was just implicated.

Meng Zixian thought that she had been used. The anger in her heart was blocked before she could calm it down.

Gu Jing Cheng's men quickly took care of these men in black. The men in black were all deathsworn, so not a single one was left alive.

At this moment, Song Que arrived at this place and saw the mess on the ground. He looked at Meng Zian with an unfriendly face. His face was like a piece of charcoal.

"The precondition for me to let you out is that you don't want to cause any trouble. What's going on?"

Song Que walked in front of Meng Zixian and asked, his voice was cold and serious like ice.

Meng Zi opened his mouth, and the smell of blood on his shoulder entered his mouth. He wanted to refute it, but in the end, he kept silent and stubbornly looked Song Qishen in the eye.

"Brother Song, I actually …"

Before Gu Jing Cheng could finish, Song Qishen interrupted him, "I know she's good at causing trouble. Don't be a good person."

"Song Que! There is a limit to the wrongdoers! " Meng Zixian couldn't hold it in any longer. She let out a roar, and then began to move, causing her wound to become even bigger.

Meng Zixian had lost too much blood, and had yet to retrieve the arrow. His face was pale, and before he could even finish speaking, his body went limp and he fell over.

Song Que didn't reach out his hand to pick her up. Instead, it was Gu Jingcheng that was quick to hug Meng Zian.

"This is not a good place to talk, let's get back to you." Gu Jingcheng held Meng Zixian and told Song Que.

"All of you stay behind and deal with the corpse." He then instructed his subordinates.

"Yes sir!"

Gu Jing Cheng sat in Song Que's carriage and arrived at the Prime Minister's Estate.

After returning to the Prime Minister's Estate, the drenched Meng Zixian had just been sent into the room when someone came in to treat her wounds.

Gu Jing Cheng and Song Que stood outside. Gu Jing Cheng slowly said with his hands behind his back, "You really did blame her wrongly this time. I was the one who implicated her this time."

"I sent everyone to chase her down and used myself as bait. I happened to see her walking in a crowded area. I thought her martial arts were good, so I pulled her over to be my guard for the time being."

Saying this, Gu Jingyuan looked guiltily at the room Meng Zixian was in.

"What do you think? Let out all the guards, and also let her be a guard? "

"Because she looks weak. By my side, let those people think that there's no one by my side."

"Who would've thought that I've miscalculated. That group of people are quite capable. They actually delayed my guard for a while."

Gu Jing Cheng waved his hand and said helplessly.

Pot after basin of blood was carried out and replaced with basin after basin of fresh water. Other than the sound of the maids' footsteps, there was no sound from inside.

"How's the investigation on Imperial Concubine Rong?"

When Gu Jingyuan asked, Song Que revealed a tired expression: "No progress at all."

"The morgue was on fire a few days ago. Nothing."

"I still have some information. It was him who killed Venerable Jade and Imperial Concubine Rong."

"Oh?"

The two of them sat in the middle of the court and began to chat.

"Imperial Concubine Rong's neck does indeed have scars, but there are differences between the marks of the white silk and the marks of the string."

"It looks like Venerable Yu cut his wrist to commit suicide, but in reality, he is suffocating to death."

"That night, we were also attacked."

Song Qi said with a serious face.

"It hasn't been peaceful recently. The enemy is in the dark while I am in the light."

The two men looked at each other and fell silent.

"Alright, I can't stay any longer. I'm going back home."

"Goodbye."

The two said their goodbyes. As Song Qi watched the moonlight fill the courtyard, he suddenly felt exhausted.

"Sir Song, Lady Meng is awake."

A servant girl walked up and whispered.

Song Qishen walked into the room. Meng Zixian was lying on the bed. When she saw him, her face turned cold. They looked at each other and didn't say anything.

"You can return to the palace tomorrow. It's not appropriate for you to stay outside."

Meng Zixian ignored him, and a wave of anger rose up in her heart. She closed her eyes.

"Don't forget, you need the antidote."

Song Que saw that she didn't like him and didn't want to make a fuss about it. He gave her a warning and left the room in big strides.

After he left, Meng Zixian suddenly opened her eyes. Her eyes were filled with cold light as she stared at the bottle on the table. Inside the bottle was the antidote.

To Meng Zixian, who had once been a bandit, being dragged and listened to by others was a very hard thing to do. It was even worse than death!

However, after experiencing death and being reborn, she knew that life was very important. She did not want the heavens to give her a new life, so it was quickly wasted.

She got off the bed and walked over to the table. She took out the pill from the bottle and took a sniff. There was nothing to be gained from it.

As long as she knew what poison it was and what ingredients needed for the antidote, she, Meng Zixian, would no longer be manipulated by others.

The world outside the palace was more boring than the harem's loneliness, as well as the threat to her life. Meng Zixian was at a loss. She lay in bed for a long time, unable to fall asleep.

He could only endure.

On the second day, Song Que personally came to send them off. He gave her a palace maid uniform and ordered, "Today, there is a servant girl returning to the palace. This is your token, go back."

Song Que's commanding tone made Meng Zixian feel even more uncomfortable. Her wound was also hurting a bit.

She tightly held onto the antidote bottle as she held her breath.

Song Qishen left a space for her to change her clothes, but after a long time, no one came out. When she entered the room, she found that the room was empty.

There was a note on the table with six words written on it: "Bastard, quickly apologize!"

His eyes darkened and he could not help but curse, "Wildcats are hard to tame!"

At this time, Meng Zixian left the back window with a small bag in her hand. She performed her Qing Gong and laughed heartily.