Chapter 112 - 111: He Blocked Someone’s Path

Chapter 112: Chapter 111: He Blocked Someone’s Path

Feng Qing turned over and got up. Si Hua, who was on night watch outside, heard the movement, threw on her clothes, and walked into the room. However, before she could speak, the sound of clashing swords echoed from outside the Prince Mansion.

Si Hua’s face turned pale, looking at Feng Qing with a frightened expression: "Princess Consort, what’s happening?"

Feng Qing frowned and looked outside: "I’m afraid it’s the people who poisoned your Prince earlier. They’re worried he won’t die and have sent assassins to kill him. They are determined to get rid of him."

Si Hua’s face immediately turned dark, looking very unpleasant, and she furiously cursed: "How can they be so vicious? What exactly did the Prince do wrong?"

Feng Qing replied irritably: "He blocked someone else’s path."

As she finished speaking, she started to dress, and Si Hua quickly assisted her. Outside the Purple Bamboo Pavilion was in chaos, with sounds of panic echoing from all directions.

Feng Qing, once dressed, walked out and saw that in the courtyard, the maids and women were all in a panic, like headless flies.

As soon as Feng Qing appeared, they flocked to her: "Princess Consort, what’s happening? What’s the situation now?"

Feng Qing glanced coldly at everyone and said in a deep voice: "What’s there to panic about? The assassins have a clear target; they want to kill your Prince and have no intention of harming others, so stay in the courtyard and don’t go anywhere."

With those words, Feng Qing looked towards the direction of the front courtyard. Although it was quite a distance from the backyard, the sounds of killing seemed right beside her ears. The vast sky over the Prince Mansion was filled with the intense smell of blood, indicating that many were injured.

Feng Qing suddenly thought of Rong Ling. Earlier, he was poisoned with Furong Drunk and couldn’t use his Inner Strength, yet now he’s under assassin attack. If he uses his Inner Strength, something might happen.

If something happens to Rong Ling, the Dog Emperor might not spare her. Feng Qing, with this thought in mind, turned to Si Hua beside her and said: "Get me a pack of embroidery needles."

"Princess Consort?"

Si Hua exclaimed in surprise but dared not say more. She turned to find a pack of embroidery needles from a second-class maid who made shoes and socks.

"Princess Consort."

Holding the embroidery needles, Feng Qing headed towards the outside of the Purple Bamboo Pavilion. The faces of Si Hua, Si Qi, and others changed. "Princess Consort, where are you going?"

Pointing ahead, Feng Qing said: "Stay here, don’t move. I’m going to check up front."

Primarily, she was afraid Rong Ling might die. If Rong Ling dies, the Empress Dowager and Little Emperor would certainly order her execution, so she needed to see if he was alright.

Behind her, Si Hua glanced at Si Qi and said sternly: "You stay with them, don’t let them run around. I’ll take the Princess Consort to the front courtyard."

After speaking, Si Hua ran out to catch up with Feng Qing: "Princess Consort, I’ll take you to Prince’s Yijing Courtyard."

The master and servant rushed towards Yijing Courtyard. Not a soul was in sight along the way, though the chaotic noises from various courtyards could be vaguely heard.

Feng Qing and Si Hua ignored these people and hurried toward Yijing Courtyard.

In the dark night, Yijing Courtyard had become a slaughterhouse. Blood covered the ground, severed limbs were scattered everywhere, and the killing was ongoing.

The casualties were obviously significant on both sides, but Feng Qing observed that the Prince Mansion’s side was suffering more.

Although the guards of the Prince Mansion were skilled, the assassins tonight seemed to be experts, and they seemed to be Death Warriors.

Death Warriors kill with killing moves; they are like lifeless machines, whereas the guards of the Prince Mansion are living people who experience fear, putting them at a disadvantage.