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Unexpectedly, the assassin intended to coerce her. The opportunity was fleeting, yet she seized it.
With a silver needle, she sealed his acupoint, rendering him immobile. The gray-clad attendant stumbled to his feet, ignoring the blood flowing from his wounds, and checked the breathing of two assassins in succession. It was only with the third one—the assassin whose acupoint had been sealed by Song Feiwan—that his expression brightened: "My lord, this one is still alive!"
"Very well." Rong Jiayi coldly commanded, "Bind him up and remove his jaw; leave him alive."
"Understood!" The attendant complied, but then asked with confusion, "How can we wake him up?"
Rong Jiayi turned to Song Feiwan, his gaze somewhat complicated.
Song Feiwan replied indifferently, "If my lord promises that this matter will not implicate me, I have my ways to awaken him."
The attendant was displeased. "Impudent! Do you know who our lord is?"
Song Feiwan shot back coldly, "Whoever he is, these assassins came for you. Being implicated by you is already an unwarranted disaster. Is my lord not even willing to allow me to protect myself?"
She was not made of clay; facing life and death had naturally stirred her anger.
Dong Zhi also came to her side, standing tall as he said, "Exactly! You may not apologize, but if you further implicate my lady, how will she live on afterward?"
The attendant was about to retort when Rong Jiayi raised his hand, commanding silence.
"Fine, I agree to your terms."
Only then did Song Feiwan straighten her face and step forward to extract the deeply embedded silver needle. The assassin let out a muffled groan and was just beginning to stir when she struck the back of his neck again, knocking him out cold.
This decisive action not only caught Rong Jiayi's attention but also deepened Jian Nan's gaze from above.
Zhuo asked in confusion, "What did she take from the assassin? I couldn't see clearly from afar."
Zhuo Da noticed Jian Nan putting down the cup lid and had a sudden realization: "A hidden weapon?"
He had clearly seen when that assassin attempted to coerce Miss Song; the assassin had raised his hand as if to throw the cup lid. The assassin's skills were unmatched across the entire grassland.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have taken less than three years for him to establish himself as the renowned King of Jianan. However, unexpectedly, before he could step in to help, Miss Song had already resolved the crisis herself.
Jianan looked at Song Feiwan with great interest, his phoenix eyes shining brighter than before. He lightly parted his thin lips and said, "Silver needle."
Zhuo was about to ask why she carried such an item with her when he suddenly recalled that day at the medical clinic when she had mentioned her slight understanding of medicine. With just a single silver needle, she had accurately and decisively taken down the assassin. Was she really just slightly knowledgeable?
If her medical skills were indeed impressive, could he perhaps ask her to examine him?
While he pondered this, Song Feiwan had already risen and turned her gaze toward Rong Jiayi. The latter's features were cold and stern, as if he was hesitating about something.
In the end, he still bowed slightly and clasped his hands together. "It is indeed my fault that Miss Song has been dragged into this matter. I hope for your understanding. I also thank you for your assistance in capturing the assassin. I promise you that this incident will not involve you again."
Song Feiwan was taken aback. "You know me?"
She searched through her memories but did not recall having met this strikingly handsome man before. However, looking at his brows and eyes, there was a sense of familiarity—he bore a resemblance to both Rong Xiang and Consort Rong!
Her expression shifted so naturally that it did not seem like an act at all. Even Jianan upstairs raised an eyebrow slightly, his smile fading.
Song Feiwan thought: Could it be that you are...
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