After the divorce, the princess was forced to raise a sickly villain

Wen Xingyun opened the door and motioned for Chu Qinghuang to go first.

The sky was dark like a waterfall, and the lights in the yard were flickering. The light was dim. Chu Qinghuang raised his feet and stepped out of the room. He was faced with a cold wind that suddenly hit like lightning. With a sharp and sharp chilling air, he only directed towards Chu Qinghuang. The facade is closing in.

Chu Qinghuang's eyebrows suddenly turned cold. His right hand had already made a killing move, but suddenly stopped.

A figure in black flashed out like a ghost, still as vigorous as a leopard in the forest at night. With a click, he broke the assassin's neck with one move, and then raised his hand to slash. The sound of broken bones was particularly special at night. Clear and creepy.

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

The four corpses fell to the ground in just an instant, without any breath.

Wen Xingyun's face turned pale with fear: "Come...someone is coming! There is an assassin! There is an assassin!"

Only then did messy footsteps begin to sound outside. The Wen family guards rushed over. When they saw the assassin lying on the ground, their expressions changed.

"What's going on?" Wen Xingyun pointed at the assassins on the ground and asked, "Why are they here?"

Chu Qinghuang turned her head and gave him a cold look: "Don't be impatient for a moment."

Wen Xingyun suddenly fell silent.

"Fucang." Chu Qinghuang said in a calm voice, turning to look at Fucang, "These four people are dead soldiers?"

Fu Cang nodded: "Yes."

Dead soldier?

Wen Xingyun's face turned pale. A dead soldier actually sneaked into his mansion?

If the man in black named Fucang hadn't taken action in time just now...or in other words, if Chu Qinghuang hadn't been here tonight, he would have been in trouble.

On the night of his fiftieth birthday, died of an assassination?

"They should be coming for me." Chu Qinghuang silently walked to the side of the assassins, squatted down, and uncovered one of them's face.

Suddenly a burst of smoke came.

Chu Qinghuang's body suddenly moved backwards, but there was still a wisp of fragrance that was inhaled into his lungs.

Fucang's expression suddenly changed.

Bang!

He kicked the body in black and flew far away. Then Fu Cang stretched out his hand to support Chu Qinghuang's body. He quickly tapped the key points all over his body several times to seal off the major veins. His voice changed: "Master!"

dizzy.

Chu Qinghuang felt a sharp pain in her heart, and a streak of blood came out of the corner of her mouth. Wen Xingyun was so frightened that he fainted: "Your Highness! Your Highness, the eldest princess!"

"Someone! Go and call for the imperial doctor! Call for the imperial doctor right away!"

The guard was about to take the order and leave, but heard Chu Qinghuang say coldly: "Shut up, everyone."

"Your Highness, the eldest princess?" Wen Xingyun stepped forward and looked at her uneasily, "The princess is in critical condition now and needs to be treated by an imperial physician immediately—"

"Don't say anything." Chu Qinghuang closed her eyes and suppressed the cramping pain in her lungs, "I won't die yet."

After saying this, she took out a porcelain bottle from her sleeve, uncorked it, poured a pill and threw it into her mouth.

Wen Xingyun looked at her in shock.

Is there really no need to call in a doctor?

He couldn't even imagine what consequences the Wen family would face if something happened to the eldest princess in the Wen family.

Even if he did not instigate the assassination and Emperor Long Yan was furious and punished him, the Wen family would not be able to escape responsibility.

"Don't alarm anyone, so as not to cause everyone uneasiness." Chu Qinghuang broke away from Fucang's support, "I am fine."

Seeing that she seemed to be fine, Wen Xingyun suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, his face still a bit pale: "Your Highness, don't worry, the guests are all in Shuiyun Pavilion, which is some distance away from the study. As long as we don't send someone to inform, the guests will not Will know what's going on here."

Chu Qinghuang turned his head thoughtfully and looked at Fucang standing aside.

The light was dim at night, and Fu Cang, who was dressed in black, had his eyes slightly lowered. His face was abnormally pale, and he completely lost the composure that a shadow guard should have.

Chu Qinghuang's heart was moved and he said calmly: "Fu Cang."

Fu Cang raised his eyes, with an emptiness and fear that could not be concealed.

Chu Qinghuang frowned, not expecting him to have such a big reaction, and said calmly: "I am negligent. It has nothing to do with you. I will not punish you for your inability to protect the Lord."

Fucang lowered his head and clenched his hands unconsciously at his sides. After a long moment, he nodded in detail: "Yes."