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Zhao Jing wasn't prepared for this, so he bumped into another person. If Wei Shuge hadn't jumped up to catch her, Zhao Jing would have surely been sent crashing into the sky. Clutching his beating heart, Zhao Jing's face paled as he looked at the young man who had just spoken. Zhao Jing was deeply apologetic for accidentally stepping on someone's foot.

The young man pointed at Zhao Jing and immediately scolded him. "No matter how you walk, you won't grow any eyes. You can bump into others on such a wide street and even step on their feet. This is truly …"

"How dare you!" Suddenly, a reprimanding voice came from the side. Only then did everyone notice a very quiet man in white clothes standing beside this young man. The white-clothed man covered his lips and coughed, "Scene, don't be rude!" Then, he slightly bowed towards Zhao Jing to show his respect. "I am gentle as ever. Just now, my servant spoke rudely and humbly. I hope young master will not take it to heart!"

This was probably the first time that Zhao Jing had realized that, in addition to the fact that he wasn't clear on the East, there was also a type of frail beauty that placed a man in her arms. The young man had a delicate and pretty appearance, but his eyes seemed to be filled with a faint trace of worry, causing those who looked at him to be moved. Wen Rusheng's complexion was even whiter than Zhao Jing's. It was as if he had stayed in this dark world for a very long time, to the point where his face had lost all color. It was extremely painful!

"Wen Rusheng?" Zhao Jing returned to his senses and reported with a smile, "I have offended this little brother. I hope that Young Master Wen does not blame me!" She didn't bother to look at his back, nor did she bother to think about what had just happened. She pretended that she had accidentally bumped into him. After all, Li Yiheng and the others were following behind her. If she made even the slightest movement, the news would spread to the ears of Dongfang Wenming.

"How dare you!" Wen Rusheng smiled faintly and said, "Since everyone is fine, then this one will take his leave!"

Zhao Jing clasped his fists and was about to open his mouth to speak when a horse carriage approached at lightning speed. He sped through the long street, feeling a slight sense of alarm in his heart. Wei Shuge immediately retreated to the side, protecting Zhao Jing. However, she was still a step too late.

When the carriage passed by Zhao Jing, a group of black-clothed men suddenly rushed out from within the carriage like a swarm of bees. They pounced on Zhao Jing. The blade was sharp and cold. The sudden massacre frightened the citizens on the street. In an instant, everyone was running and trampling on the street, and the entire street was thrown into chaos. People squeezed and people bumped into each other. The scene was too chaotic to clean up.

There were advantages to prosperity and disadvantages to liveliness. Just like now, the situation had turned into a mess. Li Yiheng and his men were scattered within the crowd, watching helplessly as the assassins surrounded Zhao Jing and Wei Shuge.

Zhao Yuannan rushed to the corner and shouted, "Protect the young master! "Protect the young master!"

Gritting his teeth, Li Jun soared into the air and stepped on the shoulder of the common folk before pouncing towards the assassin. Even if it was only him, he had to desperately protect the emperor. Else, he would not be the only one to die. Countless people would be implicated in this.

These killers were originally a piece of cake for Wei Shuge. However, with the innocent commoners around her, even if she wanted to use her fists, she was still a bit hesitant. If he killed the common people, then in the future, Zhao Jing would inevitably be blamed for this. Therefore, Wei Shuge could only defend Zhao Jing while she tried her best to defend against these fatal attacks.

Zhao Jing was panicking. He knew that Wei Shuge's martial arts couldn't be used here, so he looked around for an escape route.

A cold light flashed past. Zhao Jing widened his eyes in shock. He watched as the cold weapon, carrying a biting cold killing intent, approached him. She didn't react for a moment and forgot to dodge.

At that moment, a force suddenly pushed Zhao Jing away. "Get out of the way!"

Blood splattered everywhere, the redness of it causing Zhao Jing to snap out of her daze. She tumbled to the ground, rolling to the side of the street towards the foot of the stairs. Zhao Jing scrambled up the stairs and sat on the stone floor in front of the shop. Immediately, cold sweat began to seep out of his forehead.

Just a little more! Just a little more! The knife landed on her face and almost split her into two. Anyone would have been scared to the point where their legs went limp. Zhao Jing was also a human. He was just flesh and blood. This time, he was truly frightened. His face was deathly pale! She panted heavily as she heard the rapid sounds of armor being armoured. It was the sounds of fighting that had shocked the patrolling soldiers in the capital.

"Young Master?" Wei Shuge was also quite frightened. She broke the neck of an assassin and landed beside Zhao Jing. Seeing Zhao Jing's uncontrollable trembling, Wei Shuge revealed a terrified expression. "Where are you hurt?" Young Master, where are you hurt? "

"I-I'm not hurt!" Zhao Jing felt a chill run down his spine, and his body began to tremble violently. He felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat. "He's … he's scared!" Shuge, Shuge, I almost died! "He almost got hacked into …"

"It's my fault, I did not protect the young master well!" Wei Shuge gritted her teeth. "I was too careless this time, but there won't be a next time! Young master, everything is alright! Don't be nervous! "It's fine!"

"Young master!" Zhao Yuannan tumbled to the ground at Zhao Jing's feet. "Where are you hurt?"

Li Yiheng had already taken down one of the assassins, and his attendants followed closely behind. They quickly pressed down that black-clothed man, tightly pressing down on the ground, not allowing the assassin to move at all. At this point, Li Jun took large strides forward and knelt before Zhao Jing. "This lowly subordinate deserves to die for not protecting the young master properly!"

"Stop talking, let's go!" Zhao Jing stayed outside the palace. "Go back!"

Behind him, there was a cry of surprise, "Young Master? How are you, young master? "

Only now did Zhao Jing remember that Wen Rusheng had pushed him away earlier. If it weren't for Wen Rusheng, she would have been drenched in blood on the spot! Zhao Jing turned around with a slight frown on his face. When Wen Rusheng pushed her away, his arm was injured by the assassin's knife. He was holding his arm tightly and blood kept seeping through his fingers, staining his tattered white sleeves red.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Jing walked in front of Wen Rusheng and took out a handkerchief from his sleeve. He quickly pressed it against the wound on Wen Rusheng's arm. I will definitely repay you for saving my life. I will send someone to send you back! "

Wen Rusheng's face was as pale as paper. "It was a simple task, there's no need to thank me." Saving a life was better than building a seven-leveled pagoda. If it were anyone else, they would probably not stand idly by the side and watch! If Young Master is unharmed, then it's extremely good. When one lives, it's better than everything else! " With that, Wen Rusheng turned and left.

"Wait!" Zhao Jing's eyes darkened. "You saved me. Whatever you want, just say it!"

"If you ask for repayment for saving me, then what is the difference between you and those people who killed me? "His intentions were not out of goodwill, but out of malice." Wen Rusheng pressed on her wound and said, "Meeting is fate. If fate wills it, we will meet again. Goodbye!"

With that, Wen Rusheng did not linger any longer.

Zhao Jing stood on the spot, watching as his back gradually disappeared into the distance. He bent over and picked up a piece of cloth from the ground. It was a sleeve that was warm as air. On the pure white satin, there was a lifelike jade-green plum blossom embroidered on it. Now that it was stained with some blood, it seemed abnormally agile and was extremely beautiful to look at. Holding the piece of cloth in his hand, Zhao Jing's expression was grave. No one knew what she was thinking at this moment.

Suddenly, the attendant shouted, "There's poison in his teeth, he took it!"

Li Hengheng took a few steps towards the subdued man in black. The assassin had already committed suicide by taking poison and had lost all signs of life in his nostrils. "Damn it!" When he opened the assassin's mouth once again, his expression suddenly changed from shock. "How could it be …"

Zhao Jing glanced at Wei Shuge, who understood his meaning and quickly walked to Li Yiheng's side. She couldn't help but be surprised. "A tongue-tied person?" It's a Death Soldier! "

"Death warrior?" Zhao Jing had heard of this phrase before.

The so-called Death Soldiers never gave up until their goal was achieved. If they were captured alive, they would bite the poison sac hidden in the gaps of their teeth and would not leave anyone alive. Death Soldiers were loyal to their masters and would not have thoughts of their own. They were only weapons used to kill people. They only followed orders!

"It's not safe outside the palace. Young master, you should return quickly!" Zhao Yuannan was getting anxious.

Zhao Jing narrowed his eyes and looked at Li Yiheng. "I'll leave this matter to you!" She turned around and left. She did not want to encounter such a situation a second time. This time, Wen Rusheng came. If there was a next time … She might not be so lucky. However, he was suspicious as Zhao Jing was. He couldn't help but feel suspicious in his heart. This so-called 'coincidental' was actually just a coincidence?

This matter would never be able to be concealed from the Residence of the Regent.

When Zhao Jing stepped into the palace hall, Dongfang Wenming immediately followed. She was so shocked that she immediately straightened up and took two steps back.

"Your majesty, I didn't think this humble subject would arrive so quickly." Before she could say anything, Dongfang Mingming had already taken the lead.

Zhao Jing swallowed his saliva, "Father Zhong, you … How did you get here so fast? " She noticed that his gaze was a little strange and immediately realized that her body was covered in blood. She hurriedly explained, "I'm not injured, and this blood isn't mine either!"

Hearing this, the coldness in Dongfang Wenming's eyes lessened. He sized up Zhao Jing from head to toe. Zhao Jing was dressed in plain clothes and a dark blue robe just like his. His delicate features made him look even more valiant and imposing. Even if he left her in the crowd, he would still be able to see her. At least, that was what he believed deep down in his heart.

Dongfang's tone was so cold that he said, "Come here!"

Zhao Jing curled his lips and carefully moved closer to him. "Father Zhong is angry?"

He bent down slightly and brushed the blood off her clothes with his finger, before resting it on her chest. She exerted a little strength on her fingertip, jabbing at her heart until it hurt a little.

Zhao Jing wrinkled his brow. He felt that this person's expression was extremely ugly. Where was the warmth that they had agreed on?

"Why are you looking at me like that, Father Zhong?" Zhao Jing pursed her lips as her gaze darted around. "Zhen, Zhen really isn't injured. Don't, don't lock Zhen up any longer. This palace is really depressing. Zhen only wanted to go out of the palace, but he really didn't expect that …"

"Bring more people with you next time!" Dongfang Wenming said.

"I …" "Hmm?" Zhao Jing raised his head and stared at him, his eyes filled with disbelief. Her young and tender face was filled with obvious surprise. She felt like she was hallucinating. He is not known in the East... You don't object to her leaving the palace? Could it be that the sun was rising from the west?

Dongfang Wenming straightened up and stood with his hands behind his back, his face was filled with confusion. "In the future, if Your Majesty wants to leave the palace, you just have to openly pick the best servants. You don't need to bring those trash! When the Emperor leaves the palace, his safety comes first. Understood? "

Zhao Jing nodded his head like he was pounding garlic. "Understood!"

"Do you know who were the people who tried to assassinate you today?" Dong Fang asked in a faint voice.

Zhao Jing's mind went blank. "Death Soldiers!"

"What else?" he asked again.

Zhao Jing shook his head.

Dongfang Wenming frowned slightly as he thoughtfully looked at her. He then handed something over to Zhao Jing. "Do you recognize this?"

Zhao Jing widened his eyes in astonishment as his body suddenly tensed up.

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