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Suddenly, a spear made its way in!
Directly towards the beautiful assassin's heart.
The tip of the spear glistened, reflecting the yellow flame from far away. It was surprisingly bright.
Meng Fuyao readied her Destiny Rebellion!
The beautiful assassin suddenly opened his eyes.
His gaze was brighter than the spear, gleaming in the dark like a leopard waiting for its prey. He gripped Meng Fuyao's hand tightly, preventing her from attacking.
Then, he lifted up his head and suddenly lifted his thumb up.
In the dark, in between the crevices of the close stools, the severely injured beautiful assassin woke up and had his thumb up towards the long spear that was about to pierce through him.
In that instant, the spear stopped.
The sharp spear, glistening in the dark, only stopped short at a millimeter away. The guard slowly kept his spear.
As he kept his spear, he laughed to his waiting companions. ”Damn! There's nothing here!”
Everyone heaved a sigh, and the guards waiting outside said, ”The Regent King is still not asleep, waiting for our report. At least we tried our best. Since there isn't anything here, let's go to Han Yin Xuan then.”
That guard dragged his spear as he traced back his footsteps, scolding, ”The stench here is terrible. What a waste of my effort.” Suddenly, it was as though he tripped over something, he lost his balance. ”F*cking rats!” he cursed.
At this time, everyone had already made their way out of the room. He rubbed his feet on the floor and rushed out. The light from the torch moved towards the walls and gradually disappeared beyond the doors. With a ”kacha', the doors shut closed, and darkness fell, once again.
In the darkness, Meng Fuyao heaved a huge sigh.
She wasn't afraid of charging her way out of the palace. Even though the Spirit Shocking Arrow certainly was terrifying, she should still be able to escape. But now that the beautiful assassin was heavily injured, the probability of escaping under the Regent King's watch was close to zero. 'Ah, this troublesome fellow certainly implicated me.'
She heartlessly pushed away the blame, but the truth was that the person that was being implicated wasn't her…
The sounds gradually disappeared afar. Given the size of the palace, there should be no one coming back for now. After calming down, Meng Fuyao kept her dagger. She then noticed the palm that the beautiful assassin had used to grab her were all sweaty and gently pried his fingers away. ”Relax, it's over,” she tried to soothe him.
And then she asked, ”You have inside help?”
The beautiful assassin took a glance at her, in that gaze was probably 'you dumbass how could I trespass the palace without inside help'.
Meng Fuyao mumbled, ”Didn't I enter without inside help?” But all that got her was another gaze retort from the beautiful assassin—'that's because you got lucky.'
Meng Fuyao was too lazy to fight with an injured person. Furthermore, the two were in the middle of stacks of close stools which probably wasn't the best place for a conversation to take place and the the beautiful assassin beside her wasn't even fully clothed—the clothes were torn apart at the back, and the front of his shirt was barely covering the stuff it should be. His graceful shoulder lines were revealed, that smooth skin glistening in the darkness. His perfect skin and lines were like a piece of art and to be squeezed in such an enclosed space with this half-naked beauty…
Meng Fuyao, this timid pervert was absolutely uncomfortable with the current situation as she pushed the close stools away and stood up, commenting, ”Let's see what your inside help has left for you.”
When Meng Fuyao stood up, she suddenly felt that something was wrong and instinctively turned towards the beautiful assassin. But he hid behind the close stools, and Meng Fuyao could not see anything wrong with it. She tried to recall that flash of intuition that hit here, but somehow she just could not seem to remember anything. After struggling to remember, she could not help but give up and tiptoe her way towards the corner. Fumbling around, she found a tiny pouch shoved in a crevice between two close stools and took it back to the beautiful assassin.
Opening it, there was a token, a map of the palace, a list of timing where the guards changed their shifts and the different orders. There was also a small piece of paper filled with stuff she couldn't understand—it was probably a secret code for communication.
Meng Fuyao sighed. ”Ah… why didn't he leave something to eat, only these useless stuff.”
Lord Yuan Bao rubbed his tummy, agreeing with all its might.
The beautiful assassin kept the pouch and closed his eyes. After a moment, he asked, ”Now, can we move these close stools away?”
Meng Fuyao kicked Lord Yuan Bao with the front of her feet. ”Hey, Rat, I remember that you rolled a stool for your owner to seat on, you rolled quickly and accurately. Actually, a stool and a close stool is quite similar, so could I trouble you to do so?”
Lord Yuan Bao kicked the beautiful assassin. ”Chi, chi, chi…”
The beautiful assassin watched this pair of unscrupulous pet and owner and kept silent. He leaned against a close stool, half lying down.
”Good, a casual person! Compared to a certain someone, you are so much better!” Meng Fuyao complimented him as she inched closer, asking, ”You know Zong Yue, are you also here to save him?”