Dress up as a sickly person to capture the villain princess!

Xia Zhiyuan was sitting in the carriage, and the soft armor he was wearing was not very suitable for him, mainly because it was a bit uncomfortable.

It's weird.

Listening to the sound of the wheels moving steadily forward and the clatter of horse hooves, it seemed that the road ahead was smooth and unobstructed.

Xia Zhiyuan knew that a violent storm was about to hit. Before she left the palace, His Highness had told her that there might be danger, or there might not be any danger.

This is really hard to define.

But His Highness is also right. After all, assassination depends on the mood of the assassin.

If the assassin sensed that something was wrong, he would definitely cancel the plan in order not to alert the enemy.

This is the safest approach.

"Since the host is so curious, why not exchange it for points?"

"Didn't you sweep out the cockroaches in the corner?"

The system started talking in a bored tone. Its voice actually had a hint of laziness, which was obviously due to it being dormant for too long.

Is the system Ai so humanized nowadays?

"Is it necessary to change something so obvious? I can feel it without you telling me, and it will happen in the next second..."

In fact, when you see a cockroach, every corner of the house is already full of cockroaches!

Before he could finish his words, he really heard the horse outside the carriage window neighing and howling in fear, and the horse's hooves were raised. The coachman sitting in the carriage was obviously a veteran.

He turned around and picked up the long sword he had placed aside. His gray robe fluttered in the air, and he saw several arrows shooting towards him.

All that was heard was a "clang" sound.

The long sword was unsheathed, and a cold light flashed.

The coachman swept his sword across, blocking two arrows that were shot at the carriage, and the shadow guard in front was obviously prepared. He jumped off the horse with his black robe flying.

The arrow changed its trajectory, the sharp blade scraped across the bluestone bricks, and the smell of sparks filled the air.

The archer lying on the attic cried out inwardly that something was wrong. Just as he was about to turn around, he saw a shadow guard wearing a black iron ghost mask leap out from nowhere, with a long sword unsheathed, and a crisp sound of bones breaking could be heard.

The sword blade broke through the skull and pierced the brain, and the brain mixed with blood flowed all over the ground.

"Your Highness has ordered that any assassin seen will be killed without mercy!"

Di Ping raised her hand and took off her blood-stained black iron mask, revealing her fair and handsome face. Following her order, the shadow guards showed no mercy and murderous intent, and ended the lives of these deadly archers with a single sword strike.

The surrounding shops all closed their doors and windows and no one dared to make a sound.

It is widely rumored in Jinzhou City that the Shadow Guards come and go without a trace, and if one sees a Shadow Guard, it is no different from the Black and White Impermanence coming to claim his life.

Therefore, the people in Jinzhou City are very afraid of the shadow guard wearing the black iron mask.

Hearing the constant sounds of fighting outside the street, everyone didn't even dare to breathe, and didn't know what was happening.

Recently, officials from other provinces have frequently entered the imperial city, and even several generals who have been fighting outside for many years have returned.

"I'm afraid the sky in Daliang is about to change..."

"What's going on every day?"

Now, all the people in the city have to mourn for His Majesty the Emperor, and every household is like a frightened bird, afraid that something might happen to them.

"Shh... you dare to say that? Hurry up and shut up, or those ghosts will come and catch you!"

Before these small vendors had a chance to go out on the street, they hid on both sides of the street, their legs trembling with fear and they held their heads tightly.

All I could hear were howling and the sound of something breaking through the air, and I could even faintly smell the stench of blood in my nose.

……

Di Ping jumped down from the attic. The wind blew up her robe. There were a lot of bloodstains on Di Ping's body. She raised her hand to wipe them off.

He opened the carriage curtain, clasped his hands together, and replied respectfully.

"The rescue is too late, is the young lady injured?"

Xia Zhiyuan looked at the arrow that shot into his chest, stretched out his fingers and clamped the arrow.

He let out a sigh.

"It's okay... I'm fine."

What do you mean nothing? I almost died, okay?!

However, the quality of this soft armor is really good. Xia Zhiyuan patted his chest and saw a hole on the chest of his clothes.

Immediately afterwards, as she took out the arrow, Xia Zhiyuan heard a clear and loud voice.

"It is my fault. I will definitely ask Your Highness for punishment when I return!"

Seeing the fish that had escaped the net, Di Ping felt her heart stop. Fortunately, Miss Xia was not in any danger, otherwise, she really didn't know how to report to His Highness.

Seeing how nervous she was, Xia Zhiyuan quickly waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

"It's okay. The soft armor your highness gave me...is very effective?"

I guess that's the adjective.

Xia Zhiyuan's clothes moved slightly and he took out a handkerchief from his arms, but before he could hand it over, Chunni handed her his handkerchief very tactfully.

"My lord, there is a wound on your face... If you don't mind, please use this to wipe it."

"I have some ointments for healing here, please take them too, my lord."

Chunni was obviously well prepared and took out more than a dozen exquisite bottles and jars from her bag.

This is simply Doraemon’s treasure pocket.

It seems that His Highness gave Chunni a lot of instructions during this trip.

Di Ping looked at the medicine handed to her and did not refuse it. The most urgent task was to stop the bleeding. Besides, she and the shadow guard were not sure whether the person behind the scenes had arranged backup.

She took it with both hands, bent down, and a smile appeared on her handsome face.

"Thank you."

Holding the medicine bottle in his palms, Di Ping continued, "According to His Highness' instructions, Miss Xia will take another road."

"It has been cleared there, there is no more obstruction."

Xia Zhiyuan lowered her eyes and wrapped the arrow with her handkerchief. She took a glance and saw that the arrow was finely crafted, not inferior to that of the royal craftsmen.

The arrow shaft had been finely polished with sandpaper and coated with a light layer of tung oil. The arrowhead was very sharp and reflected a light golden light in the carriage. At this moment, the sun had already set on the street.

The pool of blood had been cleaned up by the soldiers who arrived, leaving no trace but the bloody smell in the air.

"Miss... I was really scared to death just now."

If the young lady had not told him in advance, Chunni didn't know how to deal with it. She was afraid that she would be scared out of her wits.

"Nothing, I'm living well."

Xia Zhiyuan raised his hand, smiled at Chunni and gave her a thumbs up.

"Do not worry."

Besides, no matter how bad Xia Zhiyuan's situation is, he can still ask the system to exchange it. This is called being prepared for any eventuality. A fox has nine lives.

Xia Zhiyuan played with the exquisite arrow with his fingers, and a guess gradually formed in his mind that the casting process of this arrow was very similar to the royal craftsmanship he had seen.

Could it be that the Minister of Works is also involved in this matter?