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After reaching a conspiracy concerning interests and power with Wen Xingyun, Yun Qingyu stepped out of the room and was immediately met by a chilling gust of wind.
A shadow flashed like a ghost in the dark night, followed by a cold gleam that shot toward Yun Qingyu's face like lightning.
Trained to react swiftly, Yun Qingyu's body instinctively moved, her right hand striking out like a leopard pouncing on its prey. But just as she was about to make contact with the assassin, she suddenly halted.
Xin Yao appeared like a wraith, moving so quickly that only an afterimage remained.
With an incredibly fierce strike, he shattered the assassin's neck, the crisp sound of breaking bones echoing hauntingly in the silence.
Then, he raised his hand for another blow, and with a sharp crack, the bones broke again. The figure in black collapsed at Yun Qingyu's feet like a tattered sack, eyes wide open in death.
In less than a breath's time, the attacking assassin lay lifeless on the ground.
Wen Xingyun was so startled by this sudden turn of events that his face turned pale; he was completely dazed and even forgot to call for help.
After a while, he finally regained his senses and shouted in panic, "Someone! There’s an assassin! An assassin!" His voice became shrill with fear, echoing through Wen's Mansion.
In contrast to Wen Xingyun's fear and confusion, Yun Qingyu remained remarkably calm.
She turned to look at Wen Xingyun, her gaze carrying a hint of reassurance as she softly said, "Stay calm."
Wen Xingyun immediately fell silent, though his body continued to tremble slightly.
Yun Qingyu crouched down, carefully examining the assassin's corpse, her expression calm as she called out, "Xin Yao, these four are Death Servants."
Xin Yao nodded in response. "Yes, they must have come for you, Your Highness."
Yun Qingyu slowly extended her hand to uncover one of their masks, but at that moment, a pungent cloud of smoke suddenly erupted.
Yun Qingyu reacted swiftly, her body jerking back, but a faint fragrance still managed to seep into her lungs.
Xin Yao's face changed dramatically, a flicker of panic flashing in his eyes as he kicked the assassin's body far away.
Just as Yun Qingyu's body swayed dangerously close to collapsing, Xin Yao turned around and swiftly reached out to support her.
He quickly pressed several points on her body, sealing off some of her major acupoints.
Yun Qingyu felt dizzy, a sharp pain coursing through her chest. A trickle of blood slowly seeped from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto her clothes like a blooming red plum blossom.
Wen Xingyun was once again terrified out of his wits, feeling as if he had lost half his soul. He anxiously looked at Yun Qingyu and shouted, "Someone! Quickly summon the Imperial Physician for protection!"
A servant was about to take his leave when Yun Qingyu coldly interjected, "Everyone, be quiet."
Her voice was weak yet carried an undeniable authority.
After saying this, Yun Qingyu pulled out a porcelain bottle from her sleeve, poured a pill into her mouth, and squinted her eyes as she struggled to suppress the intense pain in her chest.
She paused for a moment, pushing away Xin Yao's support, her expression still indifferent. "Don't make a fuss; I'm not dead yet."
She turned to Wen Xingyun, her gaze icy. "What would happen if something were to occur in the Wen Family involving This Palace?"
Wen Xingyun looked pale as he stared at Yun Qingyu, his heart racing with anxiety. Shouldn't they call for the Imperial Physician? What should they do?
He understood well that if anything happened in the Wen Family, even if the Eldest Princess did not pursue the matter, the Sovereign would surely lay blame and punishment.
Moreover, if one day, Yun Qingyu felt even slightly dissatisfied with him and insisted that the assassins were instigated by the Wen Family, he would have no way to defend himself.
What was the origin of these assassins?
In the face of such an incident, why was the notoriously violent Eldest Princess so calm and unperturbed?
All of this filled Wen Xingyun with dread and confusion.
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