Chapter 130: Saved (2) (1/2)

However, the pain she had expected never came. Instead, she heard… a whoosh?

Chu Lian panted as she laid sprawled on the ground. When she slowly opened her eyes, she saw that the assassin had already fallen next to her, his eyes wide with an arrow through his throat.

Chu Lian pushed herself up with difficulty before she looked around. She immediately spotted the azure-eyed man on the second floor, sporting a bow in his hands.

That arrow was his.

Chu Lian let out a sigh of relief as her body softened into mush.

Without waiting for Chu Lian to catch her breath, that whoosh sounded again. She turned to look, a little stiffened, and saw that the second pursuer had also been shot to death with a single arrow…

By then, Chu Lian had finally regained her senses and realised that someone had just died right in front of her. Her pupils shrank and her face turned extremely pale.

Still leaning on her arms, she began to shuffle backwards, as if trying to get away from the dead men.

Not much later, a number of troops charged down from Defeng Teahouse. The azure-eyed man led them straight to Chu Lian.

She saw that the soldiers were wearing armour and carrying swords at their waists. These must have been the reinforcements from the city guards that Wenlan had sent for.

The azure-eyed man extended a hand to help Chu Lian up. “Sixth Miss Chu, are you hurt anywhere?”

Chu Lian felt like jelly all over, but she persisted in standing up. She took a small glance up at him before quickly lowering her gaze. Chu Lian pressed her lips together and shook her head. “Your Highness Prince Jin, I’m fine. I just suffered a shock, but I’m uninjured.”

Once he heard Chu Lian addressing him as Prince Jin, his extraordinary azure eyes narrowed slightly. Prince Jin waved two people forward, and two maidservants immediately came forth from behind him. They gently supported Chu Lian at either side.

By this time, Wenlan had also come charging out of the crowd. Seeing that Chu Lian was safe, tears spilled out from her eyes. “Third Young Madam, it’s good that you’re alright!”

Chu Lian tried her best to pull out a weak smile for Wenlan. Without waiting for her to speak, Wenlan knew what she wanted to ask. “Third Young Madam, please don’t worry. Xiyan is fine! She had a small injury, but the doctors are tending to her in the forecourt of the teahouse.”

Without waiting for the two to finish their conversation, another person rushed forward from the crowd.

Chu Lian turned to look and realised that it was Royal Princess Duanjia’s handmaid, Jinxiu.

The moment Jinxiu came over, she grabbed onto Chu Lian’s thigh. She cried out in anxiety, “Third Young Madam, what about our princess! Where has our princess gone?!”