Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 781: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

"My lady, do you want some hot water?"

Holding the chess piece, he knocked lightly on the door, and when he pushed it open he brought in a gust of cool night breeze.

As the candlelight flickered, she saw Song Yuesheng leaning against a rosewood table. The thin candlelight cast shadows of varying depths on her delicate profile, making the sadness between her slender brows even more obvious.

The Empress has been worried since she returned from Zhuoying Palace in the morning, and even more so after she came back from the Shangshensi.

Zhiqi quietly asked Zhenshu, and the girl said that she was guarding outside the palace at the time and only vaguely heard a few words like "Empress Xuan is not in Zhuoying Palace".

"No need." Song Yuesheng raised his hand and rubbed his brows, his fingertips gently circling his temples, "You all go down, I want to be alone."

After the palace servants filed out, she slowly moved to the carved window.

The night wind blew through the hair on her temples, bringing a hint of coolness.

The preliminary work has basically been prepared, but taking He Yingxue to the Imperial Observatory when she is awake is almost impossible.

Song Yuesheng pursed her lips.

It seemed that she could only use drugs to knock him out at night and then carry him to the observatory herself. Moreover, she was not sure of the exact time, so she might have to wait there for a long time...

Thinking of this, Song Yuesheng's eyes darkened.

Then I'll wait until the day I get the jade pendant back and go find Shen Qihe to ask for some sleeping pills.

Suddenly, Song Yuesheng's pupils shrank slightly.

She held her breath without leaving a trace and left the window as quietly as a cat.

"Whoosh-bang!"

A crossbow arrow broke through the window and penetrated deeply into the ground where she had just stood.

The eagle feather at the tail of the arrow trembled violently, emitting a cold light in the moonlight.

Song Yuesheng had already flashed behind the screen, reached under the pillow with her bare hand, and pulled out a dagger with a cold glow.

The second arrow followed, piercing through the thin gauze screen and just glancing at her jade-like cheek, leaving a long trail of blood.

She held her breath, concentrated, and moved her ears slightly, catching the subtle sound of roof tiles being stepped on.

"Wow--"

Suddenly, a big hole appeared in the roof and broken tiles fell like rain.

Two dark shadows swooped down like hawks, and the sword lights drew cold arcs in the moonlight.

"Someone come quickly! There's an assassin!!"

The noise startled the palace servants outside, and there was chaos outside the palace, with chaotic footsteps coming from far away.

Song Yuesheng dodged the fatal blow by leaning sideways, and the dagger in his hand flew out and hit a masked assassin in the throat. The man opened his eyes wide and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Empress Heng is very skilled." The remaining assassin said hoarsely, raising the scimitar in his hand, "It's a pity that she won't survive this night."

Song Yuesheng sneered, and a silver needle shot out from his wrist, accurately piercing the opponent's elbow acupuncture point.

The assassin groaned and his scimitar fell to the ground with a clang.

She took the opportunity to turn around, pulled out the golden hairpin from her hair and went straight for the other person's throat.

The assassin retreated quickly, knocking over the table and breaking the tea set to the ground. He jumped out of the window, and Song Yuesheng chased after him.

"Whoosh-"

At this moment, another feather arrow came through the air and hit the assassin's thigh.

The assassin cried out in pain and immediately fell to the ground.

Song Yuesheng raised his eyes and saw Yan Wujiu standing on the wall, the string of his longbow still making its sound. Behind him were the imperial guards who had rushed over after hearing the news, and the light of the torches illuminated the courtyard as bright as day.

"Leave him alive!" she shouted urgently.

But it was too late. Upon hearing these words, the assassin bit open the poison sac in his mouth.

When the guards rushed forward, they saw black blood oozing from the corners of his mouth and his eyes wide open, dead.

"Miss!"

Zhiqi and Zhenshu were frightened when they saw the bloodstains on Song Yuesheng's face.

Yan Wujiu knelt on one knee, clasped his fists and said, "Please forgive me, my Majesty, for being late in coming to your rescue."

Song Yuesheng pressed the wound on his cheek with a handkerchief, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "It's not too late, Commander Yan is here... just in time."

She lowered her eyes to look at the corpse that was gradually cooling down on the ground, and a dark look flashed in her eyes.

**

When Wen Yu arrived, Qiwu Palace was already brightly lit.

His black dragon robe was still stained with the scent of ink, and it was obvious that he had come in a hurry.

As soon as he stepped into the inner hall, Wen Yu's eyes were fixed on Song Yuesheng who was sitting on the couch. Zhiqi was carefully applying medicine to the wound on her left cheek.

Although the bloodstains were thin, they made her skin look even paler.

Wen Yu's eyes suddenly darkened. He took a few steps forward and directly took the ointment from the chess player's hand. His fingertips trembled slightly, and he didn't know how to start for a moment.

His Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was low and hoarse as if he was suppressing something: "How come you are injured so badly..."

Song Yuesheng raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were calm, but the corners of his lips slightly raised a soothing arc: "It looks scary, but it's just a superficial wound."

She paused, then continued, "And I've asked Commander Yan to check if there are any other assassins nearby. Once we find out who is behind this—" Her tone was gentle, but every word was sharp, "We'll kill them all."

Wen Yu tightened his knuckles, his eyes were as dark as ink, and he was filled with cold murderous intent: "Not enough."

How could he die so easily after hurting her so much?

"Ok?"

Wen Yu came back to his senses, dipped his fingertips in the ointment, and applied it to her wound very gently, as if he was afraid of breaking it: "What I mean is, if the wound doesn't scab over tomorrow, you must find a doctor to take a look."

"Okay." Song Yuesheng responded without exposing his cover-up.

Maybe it’s because the two personalities are merging, the current Wen Yu is as easy to understand as Wen Jibai.

There were orderly footsteps outside the palace, and Yan Wujiu led the imperial guards to come quickly.

Seeing Wen Yu, he knelt on one knee, clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty! I have led people to search thoroughly, and there are no other traces of assassins nearby."

"No?" Wen Yu raised his eyes slowly, with a chill in his eyes.

Yan Wujiu's back tensed and he didn't dare to look up.

Wen Yu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, suppressed his surging anger, and when he opened his eyes again, he had regained some calm.

He turned to Song Yuesheng, his fingertips gently brushed the ends of her hair, his voice was unspeakably gentle: "Shengsheng, I will find out about this matter, you should go to bed early and don't think too much."

Song Yuesheng nodded and watched him turn and leave.

The moment the palace door closed, the tenderness in Wen Yu's eyes disappeared, and was replaced by a bone-chilling coldness.

"Pass on my order..." His voice was low and every word was as cold as ice, "Investigate tonight's incident thoroughly. Anyone involved will be killed without mercy."

In the hall, Song Yuesheng leaned on the soft pillow, her fingertips gently stroking the scars on her cheek. Hearing these words, she couldn't help but curl her lips, and a hint of amusement flashed in her eyes.

Zhenshu came in with a bowl of calming medicine, and seeing the master's subtle expression, he asked cautiously, "Are you happy that His Majesty values ​​you?"

Song Yuesheng chuckled: "No."

She raised her eyes, the flickering light of the candle reflected in her eyes, "The mastermind is right in front of us, but there is no evidence pointing to him."

"Clang-"

Zhenshu's hand trembled, and the medicine bowl almost fell. Zhiqi hurried forward to steady it, and lowered his voice and said, "Since the queen has someone she suspects, why don't you tell His Majesty?"

Song Yuesheng lowered his eyes, gently blew away the hot steam rising from the medicinal soup, and made up an excuse.

"Because Wen Yu wants to be a wise ruler."

She took a sip, the bitter taste spreading on the tip of her tongue, but she remained calm, "I can't let the rumors about me worsen the bad impression of him as an emperor."

From Yan Wujiu's attitude, it can be inferred that he was the one who did it, but if the matter between him and He Yingxue is uncovered now, what if she has other ways to leave this world, that would be the real dark moment.