Pei Zhan extended his long arm, pulling her to his chest: "This room is filled with Prince Rong’s ancestors, he wouldn’t dare set it on fire. Besides, there’s also me."
Lost in thought, Fu Zhen didn’t guard herself, and leaned against his chest. This broad embrace gave a momentary daze.
Fu Zhen was determined not to be swayed by charm, and quickly pressed against his leg, glaring up: "What are you doing? The enemy is at the gate, what are you thinking about!"
"Thinking about my wife." Pei Zhan rested his chin on her shoulder, looking through the gap between the ranks, his eyes on the arrogant Princess Rong and Xu Yin on the other side, speaking with a voice as lazy as watching a play from the audience, "No matter how fiercely they fight, it doesn’t stop me from thinking about my wife."
Fu Zhen turned her head, looking at him as if he were an idiot: "Who is your wife?!"
Pei Zhan’s gaze fixed on her face, then slowly shifted downward, stopping at the hand she had braced against his thigh: "If you don’t admit to being, why are you touching me?"
Fu Zhen’s hand instantly sprang back.
Damn it, she only braced herself to steady her body, a real scammer!
Pei Zhan’s face was full of satisfaction as he continued to rest his chin on her shoulder: "Shh. Watch the show."
The Prince Mansion Guards had begun to batter the door.
But the heavy and sturdy nanmu doors, coupled with the ancestral tablets inside the hall, caused Prince Rong to hesitate, unable to break through quickly.
However, Xu Yin’s face was becoming increasingly grim.
The guard had already reminded him more than once that they couldn’t hold out much longer at this rate. They had to leave immediately!
If the guards they brought could fight tooth and nail to cover him, there was still a slim chance he could force his way through, but even if he escaped the Prince Manor, how long could he last outside?
He was already exposed.
Once out of this door, he had to remain in the capital city, remain at the court, and even though Prince Rong wouldn’t overtly target him, he would surely pursue him in secret, never allowing him a way out!
His only hope was that fan!
Seeing the panic-stricken Princess Rong, he stepped forward quickly, clamping down on her arm with one hand and swiftly drawing a Soft Sword from his waist with the other: "If you still don’t hand it over, I’ll kill you immediately!"
Princess Rong’s eyes widened, only able to gasp for breath, unable to speak.
"Sir, the door is about to be broken down!"
The guard’s tone grew increasingly urgent.
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"Don’t let anyone escape!"
This was Prince Rong’s voice!
Now, even if Princess Rong wanted to speak, there was no time!
Leaving now, at least they could buy some time to figure out how to deal with what comes next. If they didn’t leave, they would only die here!
Prince Rong’s many years of hidden secrets would never be allowed to be ruined in his hands! In other words, as long as they saw him here, Prince Rong would definitely kill him on the spot!
Xu Yin released his grip, glanced around quickly, and then suddenly grabbed Princess Rong, hurling her forcefully at the Prince Mansion Guards who were just about to break through the door!
With a piercing scream, the raised long sword was obstructed by the flying body! And the only light in the room extinguished in response!
"Quick, light the lamps!"
The front of the door descended into chaos!
And the windows on all sides also broke into a melee!
In the instant the lights went out, darkness enveloped them, making it impossible to see. By the time the lanterns and torches surged in, at the front of the massed guards, was the ornately adorned Princess Rong, pierced with several swords, rolling to the ground covered in countless bloody holes!
Someone exclaimed in shock, and immediately the guards held their breath, as if petrified, retreating defensively to the side!
Prince Rong strode in, first taking a look at the empty hall, then lowering his head to see Princess Rong spewing blood, her wide eyes staring at him.
"Foolish woman, you deserve to die!"
After the angry rebuke, he gritted his teeth and squatted down, rummaging through her, finding the copper key, glaring one last time at her on the ground, and then swiftly turned to the door, brushing aside the outer layer of brocade!
But as his hand stretched out, his expression immediately froze. After a brief pause, he suddenly squatted down, pulling at the lace wall ornaments beneath the brocade!
What should have been neatly pieced together carved wood panels were now hung askew, while the three drawers beneath the wall ornaments, especially the bottom drawer — the one for placing the fan — was gaping open, already empty!
The two upper layers, which should have contained letters and silk cloth, had also been forcibly opened, and not only were the contents gone, but both layers of drawers were already broken!...