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Upon receiving the news that Pei Zhiqing and Gu Qingning were heading to the Foguang Temple to pay respects to Consort Chen, Pei Zhirui immediately summoned Tianming and whispered a few words in his ear.
His subordinate quickly set off to carry out the orders.
Jealousy and resentment flickered across Pei Zhirui's eyes, soon followed by a glint of malice. A sinister smile crept onto his lips, sending chills down one's spine. He had not yet made his move, but Pei Zhiqing had already delivered an opportunity right to his doorstep—truly a cause for celebration.
At the foot of Foguang Temple, Gu Qingning lifted the curtain of the carriage and gazed at the bustling crowd below, suddenly filled with a sense of vitality.
In her past life, after becoming the Crown Princess, she rarely ventured out, and visits to Foguang Temple became infrequent. She had devoted herself entirely to Pei Zhirui, exhausting her efforts to pave a smooth path for him, seeking every possible way to help him ascend to the throne.
Upon entering the Mahavira Hall, surrounded by swirling incense smoke, Pei Zhiqing and his wife paid their respects to Consort Chen and the Marchioness of Zhongyuan in turn. After informing the late Empress about their marriage and offering donations for incense at the temple, they began their journey back.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the ground as the trees swayed gently in the breeze. Inside the carriage, Gu Qingning rested her head against Pei Zhiqing's shoulder, enveloped in a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere.
However, this tranquility was soon shattered.
“Your Highness, Your Grace, there’s a situation!” The voice from outside was urgent; they had already sensed something was amiss.
“Continue on,” Pei Zhiqing commanded coldly after clearing his throat twice.
His gaze fell upon Gu Qingning, who was sweetly asleep in his arms. Gently brushing her stray hair away from her ear, his eyes softened with affection.
But when he lifted his head again, his expression darkened, radiating an icy aura.
He had never cared to compete with them, yet those people were unwilling to let him be.
“Kill.”
A chilling voice echoed from within the carriage.
The carriage came to an abrupt halt with a sharp exhale of breath, followed by the clashing sounds of swords ringing out.
Sensing something was wrong, Gu Qingning awoke and sat up, preparing to see what was happening outside.
Pei Zhiqing pressed her hand down gently and pulled her back into his embrace. Leaning close to her ear, he whispered softly, “You’re awake.”
His voice was hoarse yet low.
Gu Qingning responded with a soft acknowledgment, insisting that she wanted to see. Pei Zhiqing placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, reassuring her not to worry. He had faced countless assassination attempts and had long since grown accustomed to them.
In her previous life, Gu Qingning had never married Pei Zhiqing and was unaware of the constant threats he endured. At this moment, there was no trace of a smile on her face; she clasped her hands tightly on her knees, feeling the weight of the situation.
Pei Zhirui! She hadn’t anticipated that at this time in her past life, Pei Zhirui already harbored deep resentment towards Pei Zhiqing and had sent people to assassinate him multiple times in secret.
Listening to the increasingly intense sounds of fighting outside, Gu Qingning felt a surge of worry. She knew that Pei Zhirui had secretly trained a group of assassins under the guise of Bai Ling Tower. When Pei Zhiqing had stirred up trouble with Bai Ling Tower, he had informed her that he had sent people to deal with their assassins.
What she hadn’t expected was that Pei Zhirui still held a trump card. With the combined strength of Feng Ren and Feng Qing, along with the capable Jin Sha, ordinary assassins posed no problem. However, this group of assassins was clearly specially trained and aimed to kill with every strike. Gu Qingning couldn’t help but wonder if Feng Ren and the others could handle them.
As both sides reached a stalemate, Gu Qingning lifted the curtain and shouted loudly towards Jin Sha, “Jin Sha, disperse the golden light!”
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