After rebirth, the prince fell into the hands of the princess again

"Don't drink it, there's something in this water."

Those people were just about to drink the water containing the poisonous insect. Tang Mumu raised his fist regretfully, wishing he could go down and pour the water into their mouths.

Tang Mumu looked intently at the person who had just spoken. He was a short man who looked shrewd and calculating. Tang Mumu remembered this man's appearance. She didn't expect that he could tell that there was something wrong with the stream water. Maybe he saw that the stream water was poisoned. If that was true, maybe she could find her master through this man.

"Since you haven't left, come down." It was the same person again. Tang Mumu felt that the other party must be a master, as he could actually find them in the tree.

Tang Mumu looked at Rong Yan, and when he nodded, he looked at Song Jinyu and Ji Chu on the opposite tree, and the four of them flew down at the same time.

"Your Highness Prince Rong, Princess Rong, Young Master Song, Miss Ji, I'm sorry."

That person was their leader. None of these people wore masks. It seemed that they were not afraid of being seen by their true appearance, or they were sure that they could send them to see the King of Hell today.

"Since you know his identity, who is the person behind the scenes?" Rong Yan drew out a soft sword from his waist and held it across his body. Only then did Tang Mumu realize that there was actually a soft sword hidden in the jade belt around his waist. This weapon was so cool. In the future, she would also find a soft sword for herself that she could hide around her waist.

"A dying person doesn't need to know so much. Come on."

The other party didn't even give them time to react and swarmed over at the same time. Tang Mumu subconsciously wanted to protect Rong Yan, but the next moment Rong Yan had already flown out to meet them. He was so fast that Tang Mumu could only see his afterimage.

The strands of hair by her ears were blown up by the breeze when Rong Yan flew out. Tang Mumu was stunned for a moment, and quickly dodged the flying long knife. He turned back and chopped one of the assassins on the wrist. The opponent immediately lost strength, and before the knife fell to the ground, Tang Mumu held the handle tightly, and flashed to the side of Rong Yan. The two stood back to back, and their defense was unbreakable.

"Can you handle your injuries? If not, don't try to be brave. It's not difficult to escape from these people."

Tang Mumu's face was serious. These people were good at martial arts. If Rong Yan had no injuries, they might not be enough for him to fight alone. But she knew how badly he was injured that night, and she was afraid that if the stalemate continued, Rong Yan's wound would split again.

"No problem. We need to capture the leader first. I will protect you and leave the leader to you."

He had just seen Tang Mumu's movements clearly. Her martial arts skills were not weak. If he protected her and eliminated the trouble caused by the other killers, the leader would not be her opponent.

Tang Mumu looked at the leader just now, and a hint of hesitation flashed through her heart. Maybe this man was her only way to find her master, but if she let him go, it would definitely bring more trouble in the future.

After weighing the pros and cons, Tang Mumu said loudly: "Okay, you cover me and I will go kill him."

Perhaps the attack of the two was too fierce. The leader looked at the battle situation on the other side. He didn't expect that Young Master Song, who was known as a playboy, would have such quick skills. Even Miss Ji beside him was not an easy person to deal with.

Seeing that the situation was about to go wrong, the leader dodged to the back, hoping to rely on the remaining people to cover his escape. Rong Yan was like a nimble poisonous snake, slithering among the killers. Tang Mumu was agile and almost went straight to the dragon's lair. Before the leader could react, he had already died.

Swords rose and knives fell, and all the killers fell to the ground. Song Jinyu threw the knife he had snatched onto the ground casually, clapped his hands, and glanced at Ji Chu beside him. Seeing that she was not injured, he walked towards Rong Yan and the others.

"Of course, little princess. I didn't expect you to have such great skills. It seems that I underestimated you before. I apologize to you here."

After this battle, Song Jinyu truly recognized Tang Mumu's identity as Princess Rong. She had good looks and skills, and most importantly, she would stand by A Yan without hesitation in moments of crisis. This alone made her qualified enough to be Princess Rong.

Tang Mumu stuck the knife into the ground and wiped the blood off his face. "Mr. Song is not bad. He knows how to advance and retreat when killing the enemy. I was wrong before, and I should apologize to you."

The two smiled at each other and put aside all the grudges in their hearts.

"What happened to you? Did the wound break open?"

Rong Yan's body swayed, and Tang Mumu, who was closest to him, quickly supported him with a look of concern.

Song Jinyu and Ji Chu also ran over. Song Jinyu wanted to check his wound, but Rong Yan stopped him with his hand. He stood up again and said, "They probably won't be back for the time being. Let's go to Baisha Town first and talk about it when we get there."

"But your injury..."

"No problem."

Tang Mumu was interrupted before she could finish her words. Rong Yan had already walked over and led the horse over. Tang Mumu didn't say anything more. Rong Yan was right. There was nothing that could be done even if the wound had split open. It was more important to go to the town as soon as possible to find a doctor.

Baisha Town is located in Qiuzhou, adjacent to Shangjing City, the capital of the Le Dynasty, in the north. Therefore, the people have no worries about their livelihood and the people’s lives are prosperous. Although it is just a small town, it is very lively.

After checking into the inn, Rong Yan began to have a fever and fall into a coma. His wounds had not yet healed fully, and because of Prince Shun's incident, he was exiled to Lingnan. He had a bumpy ride on horseback and was assassinated on the way. It was not easy for him to survive this whole time. Right after settling several people, Song Jinyu rushed to the clinic to find a doctor.

Tang Mumu asked the waiter to fetch some water to clean the area around Rong Yan's wound, and then took out a set of clean clothes from her bag. She originally wanted to ask the waiter to change his clothes, but then she thought that he was injured, and if someone with bad intentions sneaked into the inn, there would be trouble. In the end, she could only wait for Song Jinyu to come back and change his clothes.

"You have a really good relationship with the prince." Ji Chu couldn't help but sigh as he watched Tang Mumu busying around for Rong Yan.

"You think too much. I'm just afraid that I'll be in trouble if he dies." He said this, but his hands never stopped moving.

After doing what she could, Tang Mumu sat down opposite Ji Chu and poured her another cup of tea. "Ah Chu, Song Jinyu is actually quite good. Although his reputation is not very good, life is not based on reputation. You should get along well with him in the future."

Ji Chu lowered her head and nodded after a moment. Tang Mumu knew that she must be thinking about sad things again. She wanted to say something to comfort her, but she felt that no matter what she said at this time, it would be pale and powerless.

There are some things that only the people who are experiencing them can understand; outsiders will never be able to understand the hardships and bitterness involved.

"If you don't mind, I will be your friend in the future. As long as I am here, I will not let others bully you."

Tang Mumu took Ji Chu's hand and held it in her palm. She just wanted to give her a little strength at this time, at least to let her know that she would not be alone. No matter what, there was someone supporting her behind her, and she could still go on.

She herself is a lonely person. When two lonely people are together, they can warm each other and no longer feel lonely.