Just at this moment, a cold wind blew past her, and a white figure swept past her, accompanied by a strong gust of wind from his palm.
The force behind this palm strike was extremely ferocious, as it did not give Liu Ruo Qing any chance to dodge, and the force was accompanied by a strong killing intent.
Very clearly, Liu Ruo Qing barging in here, had angered someone.
She knew that she couldn't avoid this palm strike, so she lifted her eyes to look at the person in front of her. At this moment, the two were very close, she could even see the vicissitudes of life on his face, condensed into his pitch-black pupils.
However, the moment she looked at the person in front of her, and just as she was waiting for that fatal palm to strike her chest, that person suddenly retracted his palm.
Because he withdrew his steps too quickly, he staggered back a few steps before coming to a stop.
Ever since that day when Xi Ya had healed his injuries and cured him of her poison, due to Liu Ruo Qing's death, he had suffered a huge blow and her condition had not completely improved.
When he sensed someone barging in earlier, he immediately made a move to kill them. As a result, when he held himself back, his body was unable to withstand the force and he staggered back a few steps.
But he kept his eyes on the man, on the black and white eyes, so familiar they stung.
Qing Er!
He tried to call out to her, but found he couldn't make a sound. He just looked at her with his complicated and painful eyes.
Liu Ruo Qing did not expect Yan Yuan to suddenly hold on, and was stunned for a few seconds. Looking at the complicated expression on Yan Yuan's face, his heart trembled.
Had he recognized her?
They had been together for so many years, it was not strange that they could recognize each other, but right now, Liu Ruo Qing did not dare to recognize him.
Just as Yan Yuan was at a loss for words, she quickly retreated back to the wall. Just as he was about to escape, Yan Yuan caught his thoughts, and took a step forward, blocking in front of her, wanting to grab her.
Liu Ruo Qing knew that sshe was no match for Yan Yuan, but when they fought, he clearly felt that Yan Yuan's attack had become much weaker. It was very clear that he did not want to hurt her, she only wanted to keep her here.
Immediately, Liu Ruo Qing made her decision, with all her strength, she struck Yan Yuan on the shoulder, forcing him to retreat a few steps, and took the chance to jump out from the wall.
Yan Yuan followed him out, but saw the few secret guards at his side, "Your Highness, are you alright?"
"Order people not to chase again."
The shadow guard was stunned, but did not ask any further, "Yes."
"All of you, leave."
"Yes, your subordinate will take his leave."
After the hidden guards left, Yan Yuan stood at the wall of the backyard in a daze, staring in the direction that Liu Ruo Qing had disappeared to.
His hand rubbed the spot where Liu Ruo Qing had just struck, but no one could tell what she was feeling, even though at this moment, his heart had already experienced a stormy sea of emotions.
However, he kept muttering to himself, "It's Qing Er, it must be Qing Er. I won't recognize wrong, it must be her …"
He leaned against the wall that was covered in snow, exuding a bone-piercing coldness. However, he seemed to not have noticed it at all. The expression on his face, however, was heartbreaking.
He could feel that the person before him was Qing Er. After being together for so long, he was extremely familiar with her aura, her eyes, and her every movement. However, he was also afraid.
As a result, he gradually became lost and lost, not knowing what he should do.
He squatted dejectedly against the wall and buried his face between his knees. No one could see his face, but they could see his body, which was trembling slightly from holding back the tears.
The hidden guards were mainly responsible for the safety of the master, so although Yan Yuan told them to retreat, they didn't dare to stay too far away, especially since there were still assassins charging in.
They looked at Yan Yuan from afar. They were the people closest to Yan Yuan, and could feel his every day no matter what he did or how he felt.
They knew that their prince was thinking about their princess consort, but at this moment, their prince made them feel pity. At the same time, they couldn't explain their feelings, as if they had been shocked by something.
"What's wrong with you, your highness?"
He lowered his voice, glanced at the other dark guard who was also standing by his side, and continued: "Brother Dubhe, you've been with the Duke for a relatively long time, can you tell what's wrong with the Duke?"
Tian Shu didn't respond. He only lowered his eyes and wrapped his arms, seeming to be deep in thought.
"Brother Tianshu, what are you thinking about?"
"Nothing much, I just felt that the assassin from just now looked a little familiar."
Tian Shu regained his senses, and casually answered.
He seemed to have seen that person's movement before.
"Could it be that this person has assassinated the Prince before?"
The dark guard young man asked.
Tian Shu did not nod, nor did he shake his head.
Yan Yuan stayed by the wall for a while before he slowly got up. Just as he was about to leave, he saw a silver plate beneath his feet.
Yan Yuan subconsciously lowered his head to look at it. The silver metal signboard reflected the moonlight, causing Yan Yuan to blink his eyes.
In his heart, however, he felt as if he had been struck by a violent blow. For a moment, he stood there in a daze, unmoving.
Only after a long while did he regain his senses. He squatted down and quickly picked up the tablet. His hand was tightly clenched, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged out.
"It's Qing Er, this is Qing Er's thing …"
This plaque, Qing Er had always been hanging on her body, and if she appeared here now, it must have been dropped by Qing Er. Qing Er did not die, she really did not die here.
He trembled with excitement, but could not speak another word.
In the next second, she saw him rushing back into the room and walk up to the window, trying to find some clues about Qing Er.
He stood in front of the window ledge and lowered his head. The smile on his face froze. Under the moonlight, the few drops of blood looked exceptionally bright.
"Qing Er is injured?"
He suppressed the panic in his heart, turned around and slowly walked back to the bed and sat down.
Putting the plate in his hand aside, his hand suddenly stopped in the next second.
The handkerchief that he had placed next to his pillow had now been moved.
The originally dull expression in his eyes gradually turned bright once more.
"It must be Qing Er …"
He couldn't help but laugh. The light from the corner of his eye was very noticeable in the moonlight. Although he was laughing, tears still hung on his face.
"It's really Qing Er. Qing Er is back."
He was both crying and laughing like a soulless fool. However, in the past few months, there had been some glimmers of life in those dark and deathly eyes. It seemed as if they had gained a bit more vitality.
"Qing Er is back …"
He looked out of the window and whispered, "But why don't you want to see me? Blame me for not protecting you, didn't I? "