Raiders of His Royal Highness

Hearing the voice of the man behind her, she turned to look.

The man was very close to her because he was hugging her waist. She saw that this person's skin was fair and delicate, as pale as porcelain, and those cold eyes were looking at her.

"Miss Qin, your arm is bleeding." Yu Ling looked at Qin Zhirong in her arms and was stunned, she kindly reminded her.

Hearing this, Qin Zhirong regained his senses and hurriedly retreated from Yu Ling's embrace. After pulling away, Yingying bowed: "Thank you, Your Highness."

At the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet that day, she saw His Royal Highness the Prince from a distance, so she recognized her at this moment.

So the person who saved him just now is also the person of His Royal Highness?

"Nothing, Ben Gong passed by." Yu Ling said casually.

After a while, the dark guard dealt with the men in black, and after seeing Huaining's gesture, he quietly disappeared.

"His Royal Highness, they are all dead soldiers, and they all committed suicide by taking poison." After Huaining checked, he replied to Yu Ling.

Yu Ling turned to look at Qin Zhirong, saw that her wound was still bleeding, and said, "Put the person behind the investigation for a while, Miss Qin, your injury needs to be dealt with first."

Qin Zhirong saw the dead soldiers in that place and thought for a while, these people came for him, obviously wanting to kill him.

She turned around in her mind, not knowing who had such a big hatred of herself.

When she heard the words of His Royal Highness, she looked at the wound on her arm, and only now did she feel pain when she regained consciousness.

Qin Zhi tolerated the pain and said, "Thank you, His Royal Highness, today, the ministers and daughters will retire first."

"It's okay, Ben Gong is also going down the mountain, so you can go with Miss Qin."

When Qin Zhirong heard the words, he hesitated.

"I think that Miss Qin also came to Donglin Temple to get incense, which is still a long way from Donglin Temple. I am afraid that those people will not give up..." Yu Ling glanced at Qin Zhirong, smiled gently, and continued: "And Miss Qin is The future crown princess of this palace, don't avoid suspicion."

Hearing Yu Ling mention this, Qin Zhirong thought about it, and then nodded unnaturally.

After the group returned to Donglin Temple, Yu Ling returned to his meditation room and exchanged with the shadow. Before she could take a breath, she ordered Huaining to go with her to Qin Zhirong's meditation room with the medicine box that she brought with her.

"His Royal Highness, why did you think Miss Qin was assassinated?" Huaining's old problem of inquiring about gossip was made again.

Yu Ling didn't stop, and warned, "Don't ask questions that shouldn't be asked in front of Miss Qin. When you go back to the palace, you can ask those under Huailu to check it out."

"Okay." Hearing this, Huaining had no choice but to nod.

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As soon as Qin Zhirong returned to the room, seeing that Nao Nao was not in the room, he was thinking of going to get some water to clean the wound when there was a knock at the door.

"Who?" she asked uneasily.

"Is Miss Qin convenient now?" Yu Ling outside the door heard the trembling in Qin Zhirong's voice and asked aloud.

It turned out to be His Royal Highness, Qin Zhirong breathed a sigh of relief, she hurriedly opened the door, and looked at Yu Ling, who was standing in the doorway, she asked in a low voice, "I wonder if there is anything else, Your Highness?"

She wondered if the prince was going to ask about what happened just now.

However, Yu Ling mentioned the medicine box in Huaining's hand and said, "Bengong has always been in a bad state, so I always bring the medicine box with me when I travel. I think that maybe Miss Qin might not bring these when she comes out for incense. Bring these medicines to treat the wound to Miss Qin."

After speaking, he handed the medicine box to Qin Zhirong.

"That's it... Thank you, Your Highness." Qin Zhirong took the heavy medicine box, and for a while, the five flavors were mixed.

When he was injured, his biological grandfather might not be so attentive, but a stranger who met for the first time could be so thoughtful.

"Where is Miss Qin's maid?" Yu Ling asked, looking at the empty meditation room behind Qin Zhirong.

Qin Zhirong didn't understand the meaning of His Royal Highness for a while, and looked at her suspiciously.

"Miss Qin's injury is on her arm. You may not be able to deal with the injury yourself." Yu Ling explained kindly.

Just now, because she was going to see the Wu family son with her sister, she sent the trouble to another place. I haven't come back yet, so I don't know what happened.

But this matter involves her sister's privacy, and she doesn't know what to say to His Royal Highness.