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The Song family had two young ladies: the eldest, Song Feiwan, and the second, Song Shuyao. It was unclear who the woman in the alley was.
Yesterday, the Emperor had announced the engagement between Song Feiwan and Prince Xiao Yu, and today, the news had spread throughout the capital. The citizens of the capital expressed a range of reactions—astonishment, sympathy, regret, and skepticism. Even outsiders like Zhuo Da and Zhuo Er found themselves caught up in the gossip.
Zhuo Er muttered, "If I remember correctly, the deceased Prince Chen Xiao Yu was a relative of Rong Jiayi, right? The Emperor of Da Zhou has arranged for the eldest Miss Song to marry Prince Chen. Doesn’t that mean she’ll have to call Rong Jiayi 'cousin' from now on?" He glanced at the woman below and noted that she didn’t seem to recognize Rong Jiayi.
Ganan looked down with a disdainful gaze, his narrow phoenix eyes glinting with amusement. This Miss Song certainly added a touch of color to this assassination drama. But was she genuinely unafraid, or was she merely putting on a brave front to attract Rong Jiayi’s attention?
He set his teacup down on the table, leaving only a thin layer of tea in the cup. His deep gaze remained fixed on Song Feiwan.
Below, the assassins aimed for a quick kill, striking fiercely. Covered in blood, Rong Jiayi roared in anger as he swung at an assassin approaching from his left, sending him crashing into the rain-soaked ground—life or death uncertain! The aura of killing intent forced back the other two assassins by several steps.
Although this place was secluded, such a commotion would soon attract reinforcements. The two assassins exchanged glances and decided to change their strategy.
Song Feiwan had been holding onto Dongzhi and was nearly out of the alley when one assassin inexplicably turned his attention away from the man in black and lunged toward them! His eyes were filled with malice; clearly, he intended to use them as leverage against Rong Jiayi!
As Minister of Justice, he couldn’t disregard the lives of innocent citizens, especially not when they were such beautiful young women! His plan seemed flawless, but he never anticipated that Song Feiwan would swiftly switch places with Dongzhi and approach him instead!
Why isn't she running?
In that brief moment, the assassin began to doubt his own actions.
What seemed like the assassin's grip tightening around Song Feiwan's neck was, in reality, a fleeting opportunity. With her fingertips, she discreetly held a silver needle. As their bodies collided, she aimed for the assassin's acupoint and struck without hesitation!
By the time Rong Jiayi dealt with the other assassin and rushed to Song Feiwan's side, he witnessed the scene of the assassin collapsing in shock as he held her captive.
The assassin's eyes were wide with disbelief and astonishment.
Rong Jiayi's expression momentarily blanked as he looked at Song Feiwan. After a fierce battle, his breath was slightly ragged, and his voice was hoarse as he asked, "How did you do that?"
Song Feiwan turned her wrist slightly and shot him a cold glance. He looked rather decent, she thought.
Feeling a surge of irritation, she chose not to answer his question and instead helped Dongzhi, who had just been pushed away, back to her feet.
Dongzhi grasped her hand, scanning her from head to toe to confirm she was unharmed before bursting into tears in fear. "Miss, that was so dangerous! If anything happened to you, I wouldn't be able to live!"
She was a servant; it was her duty to risk her life for her mistress—there was no other way around it.
"I know what I'm doing." Song Feiwan's voice was calm and soothing as she reassured Dongzhi with a steady gaze.
Though she had learned self-defense techniques, she knew she couldn't confront these assassins head-on, especially since they were armed. So initially, her plan had been to escape from this place.
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