When the prince is reborn, he will only hit me if he doesn't hit the wall!

The wanton and evil laughter was cut off suddenly in his throat, the King of England's pupils contracted, and he lowered his head in disbelief.

A sharp silver blade pierced through the heart.

Branches of blood converged at the sword shaft, and long threads of sticky blood hung down, dripping onto the ground, blending into the red velvet carpet under their feet, and disappearing without a trace in an instant.

The King of England still kept his head down, his eyes wide open, and his throat felt like a ball of cotton was stuck, and he sobbed a few times.

With a blank look in his eyes, he fell forward straight.

Xu Xinyue's eyes were filled with tears and she bit her lip as she watched the King of England fall to the ground in front of her, with a long sword piercing his body from the back.

She breathed irregularly and looked forward with her long wet eyelashes raised.

The wall about ten steps away was broken and rocks were falling. It turned out that her guess was right. There was indeed a secret door here. However, the back structure of the secret door seemed to be a stone door.

Xuan San stood in front of the ruins of the broken cave, his chest heaving violently and his arm muscles still tense.

His face scarf had fallen somewhere, revealing his hideous scars. Sweat was pouring down his forehead, cheeks, and even neck. The fabric on his chest, shoulders, and back was as if it had been soaked by rain, and was thicker and deeper than other parts.

The scabbard at his waist was empty, so I guess he just swung the sword and shot it, killing the King of England.

His eyes seemed to have a trance left over from extreme rage.

His chest rarely relaxed for a moment, and his breathing became heavy, as if he had lost his mind. He walked towards Xu Xinyue step by step, slowly and heavily.

Xu Xinyue was so shocked that she didn't know what to say. She looked at the bloodstains on his hands and said tremblingly:

"Xuan San...you..."

Hearing her voice, Xuan San came back to his senses. He subconsciously raised his five fingers, but they were stiffly clenched in mid-air. He forced himself to hold back and retracted his arm.

But he never retracted his gaze from her. He looked her up and down carefully and asked hoarsely, "Is there anything wrong?"

Xu Xianyue shook her head, and suddenly thought of something. She turned her head and looked outside the iron gate. Without time to calm down, she pushed Xuan San towards the cave entrance:

"You, you go out first and go back the same way. I'll clean up after this. With such a big commotion, the Queen's people will be here soon."

Xuan San was unwilling and stopped stubbornly: "No!"

How could she be left alone in such a mess?

Xu Xinyue was anxious: "I have a way. If you are here, I can't explain it. The King of England is dead. I am still useful to the Queen now. She won't do anything to me. Believe me!"

"Hurry up, if you're here, I really can't explain it!"

Xu Xinyue turned around and pushed Xuan San, she was so anxious that she was about to cry.

"I order you to go!"

"And the sword, take it too!"

"Oh, by the way, please destroy this for me too!"

Xu Xinyue stuffed the purse into his hand.

Rather than having the medicine in the jug being found to be the same as the powder in her purse, it would be better to destroy it completely.

"I promise, I'll meet you outside the palace in a bit!"

Xuan San frowned and looked at the fallen King of England. The anger in his heart rose again and was difficult to contain.

But looking at her watery, pleading eyes, he could not bear to make things difficult for her, so he finally fulfilled her wish, drew his sword, grasped his purse, glanced back at her, and disappeared out of the cave entrance again.

There were the sounds of footsteps outside. Without thinking too much, Xu Xinyue poured all the wine in the jug onto the ground, took off her coat, crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the ground, then returned to the position where she had been standing in front of the iron fence. Suppressing the strong nausea and vomiting in her body, she lay down right in front of the King of England and closed her eyes.

She had intended to feign unconsciousness.

Maybe it was because I was really frightened. My mind was highly focused and terrified, but then I relaxed in a short moment. My heart was in a state of ups and downs. The moment I closed my eyes, a thick darkness and sleepiness invaded my mind, and I really fell into a half-faint and half-asleep...

That's good... the acting... will be more realistic...

When the queen came with her maids, what they saw was such a tragic and messy scene.

The smell of fresh blood was pungent.

The King of England was lying on the ground, his face tilted to one side, his eyes open, his face still in shock. The blood holes on his body were fresh, his robes were stained, and the red velvet blanket under him had absorbed too much blood, gradually soaking from bright red to brown red.

Xu Xinyue fell in front of him, her life or death unknown. Her brocade robe was thrown somewhere else and her hair was slightly loose.

The rubble at the secret door in front had rolled down and was in ruins.

Just as the two were chasing each other, they were suddenly stabbed.

"What's going on! Didn't you come to check it out just now!?"

The queen scolded the palace maid beside her.

The little maidservant lowered her head as low as she could and whispered in a trembling voice, "I came to see it, and there was indeed movement. It seemed that the King of England was in high spirits at the time, and he even told me to get out...I, I..."

"Open the door first and see if the person inside is dead or alive!"

"Xu Xinyue can't die yet, she is still useful!"

The maid took the key from her sleeve with shaking hands, came to the gate, half-carried Xu Xinyue and sniffed her breath, and said with relief: "My lady, she is still breathing. Princess Rong is still alive."

"It seems like he fainted. Do you want to call the imperial physician?"

The queen breathed a sigh of relief and waved her sleeves slightly. "Take her away first, send her to the side hall, and ask an imperial physician to check on her. When she wakes up, I have something to ask her. If others ask, just say that she drank a few glasses of wine here in the palace and can't handle the alcohol, so she needs to rest here for the time being."

"Your Majesty, would you like to send someone to conduct a thorough investigation?"

The Queen glared at the maidservant and said, "What are you investigating? Are you going to let everyone in the palace know that Princess Rong and the King of England were having an affair in the inner hall of this palace? The King of England is dead, and this palace is still in charge?"

"Please ask Prince Qi to come to my place! I have something to discuss with him!"

"If what happened today is leaked, you will all be punished."

The palace maid retreated in response.

The queen just stood outside the gate, looking at the broken secret door inside. The King of England's body was lying across the door. If she wanted to go in and investigate, she would have to wade over his body and step over the thick bloodstain.

She didn't want to be contaminated by filth, so she covered her mouth and nose with a soft handkerchief in disgust.

He just poked his head out to take a look and guessed, "This stone door is quite heavy. If we want to break it, it will take more than one person. There must be at least three assassins..."

Then he looked at Xu Xinyue, who was being held by several palace maids, and cursed, "Useless!"

*

Xu Xinyue slept quietly in the side hall.

Qin Lingruo and Xia Xueyao saw that she had not returned for a long time, so they went to find her here, but heard that she was drunk after drinking a few cups of fruit wine.

Xia Xueyao muttered, "Guo Niang, Yueyue's alcohol tolerance is much higher than this... How could she sleep for so long..."

"Maybe, she's been in a bad mood lately. Although she didn't show it on her face, I think she's still worried about the Third Brother... She hasn't slept much lately..."

Xia Xueyao combed her hair for her, looked at her sleeping face, frowned and said distressedly: "Yes, Yueyue must be feeling bad."

"The palace gates will soon be locked, Yaoyao, you should go back too. I'm here, so you don't have to worry. Let's go out first and let Yueyue have a good rest."

Seeing that she was not seriously injured, Xia Xueyao nodded, and quietly left the side hall with Qin Lingruo.

Only a few candles were burning in the hall.

The originally quietly burning flame core suddenly tore and swayed, flickering unsteadily.

Xu Xinyue did not sleep very soundly, as if she was in a nightmare. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and she breathed in short, thin, and uneasy breaths. She choked and whispered, "Qin Yuechuan..."

The palace door was silently pushed open, and a tall figure walked in with his back to the light, his shadow stretched out extremely long.

He heard the soft whisper of a mosquito, and walked quickly to her front, squatting and half-kneeling beside her couch. He held her soft hand with one hand, and covered her white cheek facing him with the other hand, and responded softly in a low voice:

"I'm here."