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Meng Fuyao dragged the beautiful assassin towards the palace, passing by a flowerbed where the beautiful assassin had suddenly regained his conscious. He turned to look at the flowerbed and pushed Meng Fuyao away, struggling to make his way there. His legs suddenly lost energy, and he rolled straight into the flowerbed, crushing a section of flowers. He reached out his hand to pick something and kept it in his sleeve. Meng Fuyao followed behind him.
”If there's anything you want to pick just ask me, why do you have to pick it personally,” she asked.
”Japanese knotweed and Snowgrass has to be dug out from its root. You might not pluck it out properly.” The beautiful assassin collapsed into the flowerbed to catch his breath.
Meng Fuyao looked at the unfortunate flowers that were squashed by him and commented thoughtfully, ”I have a friend that loves plants. In winter, he would make cotton-padded jackets for his purple gromwell to wear. Whoever touches his flowerbed, even the slightest bit, will definitely be hunted down. If he were to see you like this, he'd definitely kill you.”
”You are talking about Zong Yue?” The beautiful assassin laughed. ”Does he even have the ability to kill me?”
Meng Fuyao looked at him and slowly replied, ”Who knows” as she went over to help him up. ”Don't stay here, let's enter the room.”
She helped the beautiful assassin into the room. Within a short while, the blisters on the beautiful assassin's palm burst open, and his skin started rotting. The bright red flesh was certainly a ghastly sight. His parts of his clothes were burnt onto his back. His injuries were pretty serious, and Meng Fuyao turned to look at his wounds, but at such a critical time, she was actually thinking about how it would be such a pity to leave scars on this beautiful body. She suddenly remembered that the arrow should have pierced through his body. 'Such wounds are lethal, but why is it that even though he looks heavily injured, he doesn't look like he is dying soon?'
She inched closer to take a closer look, but the beautiful assassin blocked her with one hand and said, ”That arrow only pierced through my clothes. I knew that he had such tricks up his sleeve so naturally, I managed to defend against them.”
That being said, the fire had been set on his back, and there was no avoiding the burns. Furthermore, he should also be injured by the internal energy projected onto the arrow that hit him. Meng Fuyao, being a busybody, tried to check out his condition, but the beautiful assassin swiftly avoided it and commented, ”I'll do it myself.”
Meng Fuyao raised her eyebrows and announced, ”I've great medicines!”
The beautiful assassin ignored her and dug out his own medication.
Meng Fuyao laughed, annoyed. ”Fine fine, you have plenty of medicine. I'm just being a busybody.”
She moved a couple of close stool in front of him. ”Here, with this blocking you, you don't have to be worried about me peeking,” she said and turned around angrily. 'Seriously, why are killers so weird, hmph, what are you even covering, I have already seen you naked.'
Lord Yuan Bao slowly climbed up and squatted on her shoulders, watching the beautiful assassin. Suddenly, it patted Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao turned back and saw that obstinate fellow fainted once more, with the bottle of medication now on the floor. Meng Fuyao sighed and grumbled, ”Can't you just surrender earlier? Damn kid, what are you being so stubborn for?”
She picked up that jade bottle containing the medication and gently put him on the floor. With no shame, she tore open his shirt. His back was filled with clusters of blisters, with his entire skin red. But thank goodness the injuries on his back was not as bad as the ones on his hands. Meng Fuyao tested the medication—it was cooling and smooth. One could tell at a glance that this was extremely good medication, and with this medication, if the beautiful assassin were to take good care of his back, he could still maintain his beautiful back.
Meng Fuyao carefully applied on the medication but frowned slightly. She clearly remembered that the fire had first burnt his back, but why were the injuries not as severe as the ones on his hands?
But now was not the time for that, Pervert Meng didn't even have the time to enjoy the beautiful view in front of her. She had heard orders and footsteps from outside the walls. Someone was heading in this direction.
Meng Fuyao looked around and saw that in a dark room, half of the room was filled with close stools. Without hesitation, she dragged the beautiful assassin into it. In between, the beautiful assassin seemed to have regained consciousness and quietly asked, ”Where are we hiding…”
Meng Fuyao replied, ”Latrine pit.”
The beautiful assassin seemed to have gotten a shock. Meng Fuyao waited for him to struggle, but there was no movement from him, and upon turning around, she realized that he had fallen asleep once more.
”How obedient…” Meng Fuyao sighed. ”Much more obedient than Zong Yue, that lad. If he were here, he would kill me before committing suicide.”
She dragged the beautiful assassin, hiding behind the carefully stacked up close stools, cautious to not anything touch the wounds on the beautiful assassin's back. Just when they managed to hide themselves, they could hear the door being knocked down as a large group of guards rushed in.
The leader of the group yelled, ”Search, search every single palace. The assassin is most likely still around!”
The guards agreed loudly and what followed was the footsteps being dispersed, with guards searching in every room. The torch moved quickly with the guards, shining on all the miscellaneous items.
Someone commented, ”Let's take a look at the East Room.” Three to four people quickly entered the room while the rest waited on the stairs. These people were very cautious, stabbing their long speak into the crevices between the close stools, making sure that there was no one inside.
Meng Fuyao frowned. 'It'll certainly be troublesome tonight.' She unsheathed her sword with one hand and held onto the beautiful assassin with another.
They hid in the corner of the room where there were the most close stools. The close stools were packed tightly and closely to the point where there was barely any space. The guards armed with spears checked the place one by one but did not find anything, so they walked further into the room.
One of the guards suddenly laughed and commented, ”How would this place fit anyone? One of you going to take a look is enough.”
Upon hearing this, the rest stopped and laughed. ”Then you can go in and smell.”
That person teasingly scolded, ”You damn monkey, why are you acting indifferent when you benefitted.” It was then followed by that person's footsteps getting louder.
The dagger in Meng Fuyao's hand was now upright.
That person individually stabbed each individual crevice. The close stool stacked right on top swayed a little. Meng Fuyao frowned as she looked up, afraid that the close stool would fall and crash onto the beautiful assassin's wounds. She quietly reached her hand over and blocked over her head.