Chapter 282 Assassination
There are assassins?
Tang Xinhua's face turned pale, and he stood up reflexively and stood in front of Yun Shu, stuttering nervously:
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

"Don't be afraid."

Yun Shu was actually frightened at this moment, but she calmed down quickly:

"There isn't much noise outside, so there shouldn't be many people."

And she has four Dragon Shadow Guards, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

As if to confirm Yun Shu's guess, the sound of swords and sabers outside soon stopped.
Then there was a knock on the door, and it was A Ku's voice:
"Your Highness."

"come in."

Yun Shu breathed a sigh of relief.

Then the door of the box was opened from the outside. A Ku was holding a sword in one hand, and the other end of the sword was on Huyan Mingchuan's neck.

Yun Shu: “?”

His eyes slowly moved down to the large bloody wound from Huyan Mingchuan's chest to his waist. Yun Shu's eyes moved slightly:

"It's a rare day off. Master Huyan wanted to assassinate me, but got stabbed instead?"

"Why would I assassinate you for no reason?"

Huyan Mingchuan covered his wound with one hand, completely ignoring the long sword on his neck that could kill him at any time. He walked slowly to the seat opposite Yun Shu and sat down as if nothing had happened:

"You, the secret guard, can testify for me that my injury was not caused by him.

It was like this when I arrived.”

"So you were being hunted by someone?"

Yun Shu glanced at the man who was slumped in the chair like an old man, with blood still gushing out of his waist, and couldn't help but frowned:
"It looks like a fresh wound. Don't tell me you led the people chasing you here."

"You are such a ruthless person."

No wonder she could be a princess.
What normal girl would not panic or show concern when seeing a living person bleeding? Why would she act so disgusted?

Huyan Mingchuan was almost so angry that he laughed. He tore off a piece of cloth from the hem of his clothes and wrapped it around his waist to stop the bleeding temporarily:

“Let’s not talk about whether they can catch up with me. Even if they do, you are the Princess of Tiansheng.

As people from Beixiang, they don't have the guts to attack the Tiansheng Princess in Tiansheng Capital, unless they want to start a war between the two countries."

Beixiang is currently in the midst of a severe internal turmoil, and going to war with Tiansheng at this time would be tantamount to courting self-destruction.

Hu Yanmingchuan skillfully tied the cloth around his waist and was about to speak.
A packet of medicine powder was suddenly thrown in front of him.

"Poison?" Huyan Mingchuan raised his eyebrows.

Yun Shu stroked his belt and raised his eyelids calmly: "To stop the bleeding."

"..."

Hu Yanmingchuan took a breath and finally laughed out of anger:

"Can't you give it to me before I wrap it up?"

"Do you want love?"

Yun Shu sneered:
"Remember to give money."

Huyan Mingchuan: "..."

Mathematics is indeed the best, interesting and not annoying.

Hu Yanmingchuan gritted his teeth and was about to reach out to grab the medicine bag when a flash of sword light flashed by.
He quickly retracted his hand, but before he could curse, he heard the sound of fighting outside the window and on the roof.
At the same time, the secret guard who had just fought with him outside the door had already protected Yun Shu and the others and walked to the other side of the box.

Hu Yanmingchuan's eyes turned cold when he realized what had happened.
Yun Shu on the other side turned pale:

"Is this what you said about them not daring to come?" "Isn't this good?"

Huyan Mingchuan picked up his folding fan and suddenly stood up to meet the sword coming from the window:
"This shows that some people have lost their minds and are beginning to do whatever it takes!"

Yun Shu: “…”

What a shit.

If you have the ability, don't dance close to her, that would be really good!
You're using a fan to fight someone's sword. Haven't you heard the saying, "An inch longer, an inch stronger"?
No wonder you didn't fight her before, and now you're bringing trouble to her.

Yun Shu touched the bracelet on his wrist. For the safety of himself and Tang Xinhua, he did not let Ah Ku go up to help.

He just calmly began to secretly aim at the direction where the poison needle was shot.

However, perhaps because the box was not that big, Hu Yanmingchuan and the Beixiang assassin fought back and forth.

The poison needle in Yun Shu's hand was clearly aimed at the assassin one second ago, but the next second it was aimed directly at Hu Yanmingchuan's back.

The warrior's movements were too fast and unpredictable. Yun Shu, who had never practiced martial arts, couldn't find the right moment to attack for a long time.

Fortunately, Hu Yanmingchuan was quickly defeated due to the injury on his waist. He was kicked out by someone.
Yun Shu's eyes lit up, and just as the assassin was about to make a final move,

The poison needle in the bracelet finally and accurately pierced the back of the man's neck!

Bang!

The long sword in his hand fell to the ground first. Before he fell, the assassin looked back at Yun Shu in disbelief.

boom!
The dull thud of the assassin falling to the ground and the sound of the fighting on the roof ended almost at the same time.

There was a rustling noise coming from the tiles above my head, as if someone was cleaning up the scene.

Wukong came in through the window without even looking at the assassin lying on the ground or Huyan Mingchuan in the corner. He walked straight to Yunshu and knelt down:

"Your Highness, the nine assassins outside are all dead men, and no one is left alive, but it is certain that they are all from Beixiang."

"understood."

Yun Shu nodded and pointed at the one lying on the ground:
"Check this to see if he's dead or not, and take it with you when you go out."

"Yes."

Wukong turned around, put his finger on the assassin's neck for a moment, and soon disappeared out of the window with the man in his arms.

The box finally returned to its previous tranquility, but the original exquisite decorations and furnishings were now all shattered on the floor.

Yun Shu kicked away the broken porcelain bottle that blocked her way, and quickly calculated today's losses in her mind -

"The loss of these porcelain vases, tables and chairs is estimated to be two thousand taels. Add the cost of my actions just now and the mental damage today, and round it up. Remember to have someone send me twenty thousand taels later."

“It’s a bit expensive.”

Hu Yanmingchuan sat up with great effort, because his injury had worsened.

He couldn't help but let out a low gasp.
But soon, he smiled as if nothing had happened:
"Let's make a deal. How about I use a piece of news to pay for this money?"

"That depends on whether your information is worth twenty thousand taels."

Yun Shu paused as he was about to leave:
"If it's useless, twenty thousand will become thirty thousand."

"No wonder everyone says Her Royal Highness is rich."

Huyan Mingchuan sat in the corner and chuckled, his head against the wall behind him, tilting his head slightly to reveal his fragile neck, but his eyes still had a bit of provocation, as if he was waiting to see a show:

"Does your Highness know why Beixiang has suddenly become so chaotic?"

He asked the question, but did not wait for Yun Shu to answer, and continued to talk on his own:

"Because there was a plague in Beixiang."