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Zhao Jing suddenly felt that the feeling of a sword piercing through his chest didn't feel so uncomfortable, it was even so fast that you didn't even have time to feel the pain coming from it. The sword stabbed in and out, blood spurting everywhere. The screams of the citizens resounded in his ears, as they fled in all directions while screaming, "He's killed! He had killed someone! "He's killed …"

Killed someone?

Zhao Jing lay paralyzed on the street corner, blood flowing past his clothes and continuously flowing out. Only when he laid down did Zhao Jing feel pain, and even breathing became difficult. Amidst the chaos, someone supported her up, causing Zhao Jing to stand up while clenching his teeth. He saw clearly that it was Caiwei looking at her in fear.

"Young Master?" Previously, at the Yuncui House, Caiwei and Zhao Jing had met before, and they had vaguely guessed Zhao Jing's identity. Now that Zhao Jing was being attacked, Caiwei was even more certain of his thoughts, that this young master was a dragon among men. Now that he saw Zhao Jing being severely injured, Caiwei naturally could not just watch as he died. He immediately supported Zhao Jing and quickly left the place.

In this situation, no matter what happened, he would avoid it first.

"With my current appearance, I will definitely not be able to return your Yuncui House." "Help me to a quiet place. If you help me find Nangong Zui, he will know what to do!"

With things having progressed to this point, Caiwei naturally had no other choice. Caiwei looked around, they were forced to walk along with the crowd, and were a bit anxious, but he never thought that they would actually arrive at the City God's Temple. Fortunately, Caiwei often came to burn incense, so they were considered familiar with each other. Therefore, when they saw Caiwei bringing a young man whose body was covered in blood over, they immediately went to help out and helped Zhao Jing in entering the door.

"What's going on?" Miao Zhu hurriedly went to retrieve the medicine box. "I only have some Gold Sore Medicine here. I wonder if it will work?"

"Don't worry about that for now, I will deal with the wound myself. Quickly go and find Nangong Zui." Zhao Jing's forehead was already overflowing with cold sweat, "Be careful on the way back, don't be followed! Also, tell Nangong Zui that if he finds it difficult, he will go to the Regent's Mansion or to one of them. "

Hearing about Regent's Mansion, Caiwei frowned, his suspicions were indeed correct.

"You …" Caiwei was worried, if this Young Noble had anything good to do, the entire capital would probably shake, and Caiwei would not be able to take it on!

"Go quickly!" Zhao Jing shouted coldly, "This is an order!"

"Alright!" Caiwei quickly left.

Ming Zhu had also been chased out. As Zhao Jing was a woman, she naturally could not allow others to apply medicine for her. Strangely, her wounds seemed to heal somewhat quickly. However, she had lost too much blood, so she was somewhat dizzy and her mind was not clear.

After clenching his teeth and bandaging himself, Zhao Jing leaned against the bed pillar powerlessly. In his mind, he couldn't help but recall the situation when he was attacked. Flames, blades, blood. Who sent these assassins? Dongfang Weiming could not possibly deliberately mystify things and kill people. If he wanted her to die, he had to take out the parasite within her body first. Otherwise, wouldn't all these years of using his blood essence to nourish the parasite go to waste?

Ke Bozhao was anxious to get rid of the restraints on his Taifu Mansion, so it was impossible for him to make a move against him. Otherwise, he would not even have his last chance. Zhao Jing's death would not benefit Ke Bozhao in any way!

After all, Taifu Mansion was probably the most beneficial thing. But it was impossible for Qi Yunshan to not think of something so obvious. Would Qi Yunshan be so stupid as to tear his own ugliness apart in front of everyone? No, he wasn't that stupid! And the sword in his chest, although it seemed to be extremely serious, in truth, Zhao Jing had sensed it himself. Although there was a lot of blood flow, it did not harm his organs or tendons.

If it really was Qi Yunshan, there would be no need to show mercy. The eyes of the man in black from just now were sharp and filled with killing intent. Since he was able to find her in the crowd, he would naturally be able to strike back with a sword. But she clearly remembered, that after that person stabbed her once, he was pushed away by the crowd, but he did not turn back, as though he only needed that one strike, it did not matter if Zhao Jing died or not.

This was indeed an unbelievable matter, and Zhao Jing couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried.

Luckily he had Caiwei's help in time, otherwise, who knew what the consequences would be? Right now, she only needed to wait here for Nangong Zui to come over. This matter, she had to ask Four-direction Sect to investigate, otherwise, once Regent's Mansion or Prime Minister's Estate interfered, this matter would become uncontrollable. Zhao Jing did not want this matter to become someone else's disciple. What she needed to do was to investigate in secret, and ensure that the imperial court was secure!

Suddenly, an urgent voice came from outside, "Young Master? Young Master? "

Zhao Jing quickly tidied up his clothes and opened the door, "What's going on?"

"Quick, quickly leave through the back door. A group of people ferociously came over and asked if they have seen the injured young master. I guess you're the one looking for me! " The expression on Temple Head Zhu's face changed, "They are still holding knives in their hands! It's very possible that they did not come with good intentions! "

Zhao Jing clenched his teeth, covered his wound and followed behind Temple Head Zhu, with big steps he walked towards the back door, "If Miss Caiwei returns, please leave a message!"

Miao Zhu nodded. "Don't worry, Young Master."

After taking in a deep breath, Zhao Jing's face darkened, and he quickly disappeared into the darkness. At first, he suspected that they were letting her go, but now, Zhao Jing didn't understand. If they really wanted to let her live, why did they chase after her relentlessly?

"This is not the way!" Zhao Jing leaned on the wall of the alleyway and carefully peeked his head out. But she did not dare go out, because going out would be dangerous. At the moment, she was alone, and if she did not have Wei Shuge by her side, she would definitely not be able to appear.

Suddenly, Zhao Jing found a lightly opened door.

Zhao Jing did not hesitate, and carefully opened the door. It wasn't long before she came out. The blood-red clothes on his body had already been replaced by a set of light green and yellow clothes. Unfortunately, she had just entered the backyard of a brothel and didn't dare to wear those big red and big purple colors. She took off the crown of her hair and lightly pushed her black hair behind her head.

She let out a breath and slowly walked outside. She didn't dare to make too much movement and could only slowly walk forward. Although the wound was drugged, it was still a new injury. However, Zhao Jing acted as if nothing had happened. But Zhao Jing was too weak, walking was like stepping on cotton, his body was extremely light.

Some of the soldiers rushed over, but Zhao Jing did not dare make a sound. The martial arts of these officials were simply not enough to protect Zhao Jing's safety. She could not guarantee that there would be no assassins lurking on the roof or around her. Zhao Jing staggered, and quickly supported himself against the pillars by the side of the street, covering the wound as he heavily gasped for air.

"Gongzi, look, this lady doesn't look right!" He frowned.

"There's a disturbance in the street in front, let's go take a look first!" Wen Yuye waved his sleeves.

Zhao Jing's heart was thumping hard, she could tell that it was Wen Yuye's voice. But if Wen Yuye were to see his current state, he would probably think differently. Zhao Jing did not want to take the risk, so she did not dare ask for Wen Yuye's help. Even if Wen Yuye was clever, she would be able to help her! Speaking of which, it was really funny, it was her first time being the emperor!

But his body was not listening to him, Zhao Jing slowly slid down to the ground, the wound had already reopened, and fresh blood stained his chest area. She clutched her wound and let out a low groan.

Wen Yuye's voice sounded beside his ears, "Are you alright?"

"Young master, she's injured!" Along the way, he screamed.

Zhao Jing raised his head in shock, and fiercely gouged out his way out, "Shut up!"

In that instant, Wen Yuye suddenly stood up, his eyes suddenly wide, as he looked at Zhao Jing who was in front of him with disbelief. An emperor dressed like a daughter? A wounded emperor? What was going on? It was a good thing that Wen Yuye had a fast reaction speed, he immediately regained his senses and said, "Road, watch out!"

"Yes sir!" He stood at the foot of the stairs, looking around cautiously.

"Huang …" Young Master? " Wen Yuye stared at Zhao Jing's wound, her hand clutching her chest, blood already flowing out between her fingers, staining the back of her hand red.

"Don't talk, send me to the Regent's Mansion's back door!" Zhao Jing instructed in a low voice as he held onto Wen Yuye's wrist, and slowly stood up.

Wen Yuye could feel that it was because the emperor was trembling, her entire body was practically leaning on him, it was obvious that the emperor was about to collapse. With the current situation, it was absolutely impossible for anyone to see the emperor disguised as a woman, so Wen Yuye was very clear that he had to immediately, immediately, send Zhao Jing to the Regent's Mansion.

The blood from Zhao Jing's body continued to seep out, and dripped through his fingers onto Wen Yuye's body. Cold sweat flowed down Wen Yuye's forehead. He was truly worried, worried that Zhao Jing wouldn't be able to last long enough for his Regent's Mansion.

"Your majesty?" Wen Yuye lowered his voice, standing guard behind him, "Is it alright?"

"Sure!" Zhao Jing said hoarsely, "Continue!" As long as the assassin didn't discover her, she would be safe. When they reached the range of the Regent's Mansion, the surrounding soldiers continued to run and patrol, shouting that they wanted to catch the assassin.

Zhao Jing pushed Wen Yuye away, "Right now, you must leave and return home. Remember, you are not allowed to talk about tonight's events, if not, we will not be able to protect you." She thoughtfully looked at the Regent's Mansion that was not far away, and then stared at Wen Yuye, "Do you understand now?"

Wen Yuye nodded and released Zhao Jing, "Your majesty?"

"I will be fine, but if you still don't leave, you will be in trouble!" Zhao Jing walked forward with trembling hands and a half bow, which was quite a strenuous walk. However, she did not turn back, as if there was no one behind her.

Wen Yuye understood, Zhao Jing was giving him a way out, if not, according to Dongfang Weiming's personality, anyone who had anything to do with this matter would definitely die! It was Dongfang Weiming's way of handling affairs, rather than being innocent. Moreover, Wen Yuye had seen something that he shouldn't have seen, Zhao Jing was the emperor. If people knew that the emperor would damage his reputation by disguising himself as a man, for the sake of the imperial family's face, Wen Yuye had to die!

"Young master, are we leaving like this? If anything happens to the emperor, we can't afford to wait! " He hurriedly said.

Wen Yuye turned and left, "Don't look back, just pretend you didn't see the emperor tonight, or else both of us will die!"

He didn't dare to say more and followed closely behind Wen Yuye.

Zhao Jing powerlessly pushed open the back door of the Regent's Mansion. The back door of the Duke Palaces had been left for her to begin with, and inside the door was an elite Dark Guard who were guarding it. However, although he was dressed in plain clothes, he was still dressed like the Young Man.

But this time, Zhao Jing was dressed in her daughter's attire.

The moment they entered, a cold light suddenly flashed past Zhao Jing's eyes, as someone raised a hand and raised a blade …