The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Chapter 172 She Agreed

Just as Jing Anle was about to speak, a hurried whisper came from beside her ear, "Be careful!"

Before Jing Anle could react, Xiao Heng grabbed her around the waist and spun her around quickly. Then came a "whoosh" sound, and a sharp arrow struck the pillar hard, its feathers still trembling.

At that moment, Jing Anle felt she was too close to death; her heart was practically in her throat.

In the deep palace, someone actually dared to assassinate the legitimate princess. Jing Anle was about to shout out, but then she remembered that Xiao Heng was right beside her and she couldn't be discovered, so she suppressed her voice.

"Anle! Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Jing Anle said, breaking free from Xiao Heng's embrace. Coincidentally, her eyes caught sight of a puncture wound on Xiao Heng's left arm.

"your hands……"

Jing Anle subconsciously reached out to touch it, but Xiao Heng gently grasped her wrist and said tenderly, "Don't worry, I'm fine, it's just a scrape."

His palm was warm, causing Jing Anle to be momentarily lost in thought.

"Let go." Jing Anle tried to break free, but she was too weak and could only be held by Xiao Heng.

In the darkness of the night, the two stood very close, and from a distance, it looked as if Jing Anle was being held in Xiao Heng's arms.

"Anle, I love you. Will you stay with me?" Xiao Heng released Jing Anle's hand, but instead wrapped his arms around her slender waist.

The man's gentle murmur reached her ears. Jing Anle looked into Xiao Heng's eyes, which were so tender they seemed to drown her.

She had said similar sweet words to Murong Peifeng in her past life, but what was the result?

Jing Anle felt a sense of irony. She reached out her right hand to touch Xiao Heng's face. This was the first time she had looked at this man's face so intently. The young man had sharp features, and his peach blossom eyes beneath his sword-like eyebrows were exceptionally captivating. His nose was high and straight, making him even more charming than a beauty.

Feeling the warmth of Jing Anle's right hand, Xiao Heng was taken aback, his eyes filled with undisguised joy. He placed his left hand over Jing Anle's hand; Xiao Heng's hand was large, easily covering Jing Anle's hand.

"You agreed?" Xiao Heng's tone was filled with excitement.

Those eyes were all too familiar; they were just like Jing Anle's in her past life, yearning for Murong Peifeng's love. But she carried too much on her shoulders—the hatred for her family and country, which she had to avenge.

"I'm sorry," Jing Anle silently repeated in her heart.

She couldn't quite describe her feelings for Xiao Heng. She had indeed felt a flutter in her heart when she was with him, but it wasn't love. Right now, she was lacking support, and Xiao Heng seemed like a good option.

But Jing Anle had no idea what kind of situation she would face in the future if she took advantage of Xiao Heng's love.

"Are you truly in love with me?" Jing Anle asked again.

“Every word is from the heart,” Xiao Heng said firmly.

Feeling somewhat guilty for using Xiao Heng, Jing Anle broke free from his touch and changed the subject, asking, "You won't change your mind?"

"The seasons change, but the world remains the same."

Xiao Heng's voice was calm and collected, and he spoke those few words with great seriousness.

Hearing Xiao Heng's answer, Jing Anle felt her heart tremble. She suddenly wanted to run away. It was too despicable to take advantage of someone's sincerity.

Xiao Heng thought there was no chance of a turnaround and was somewhat disappointed, but he still said, "You don't need to worry too much, and you don't need to answer me in a hurry. You just need to know that I like you, and that's not an empty promise."

"it is good."

"what?!"

Upon hearing Jing Anle's reply, Xiao Heng was momentarily stunned and excited. He asked incredulously, "What did you say?"

"I said okay."

Unlike Xiao Heng's excitement, Jing Anle remained calm. However, Xiao Heng, overwhelmed with excitement, was completely unaware and pulled Jing Anle into his arms. "That's great, Anle, you finally agreed to my request."

Hearing Xiao Heng's happy words, Jing Anle had mixed feelings. She felt guilty, worried, but also a little happy.

Seemingly sensing that something was wrong with Jing Anle, Xiao Heng placed Jing Anle's hands, which were hanging down, on his waist, as if this would make her love him a little more.

"Anle, I'm so happy. I haven't been this happy in a long time."

"Whatever makes you happy." Jing Anle subconsciously turned her head away, not daring to look Xiao Heng in the eye.

"No, I want you to be happy too, not just myself. Whatever you want, I'll help you."

"I……"

Just as Jing Anle was about to speak, hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

"Princess!"

It was Afang's voice outside the door. She kept knocking, her voice filled with anxiety, "Princess, are you alright!"

No matter how hard Afang tried, she couldn't push the door open, and could only call out anxiously.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of candles lit up outside the door, and the downstairs area was also ablaze with light.

The noise downstairs grew louder: "An assassin! Catch the assassin!"

Jing Anle and Xiao Heng exchanged a glance, both looking puzzled, guessing it was the person who had just shot the arrow.

"Afang, I'm fine." Jing Anle called out to the door while pushing Xiao Heng towards the window.

"Come on!"

Xiao Heng smiled, seemingly reluctant, and said indulgently, "It's rare to see you so flustered."

Jing Anle was worried that Xiao Heng would be discovered, and knew that he should leave quickly. So she didn't respond to his words, but simply said, "Hurry up and leave."

No matter how Jing Anle tried to push him, Xiao Heng remained unmoved.

"Stop fooling around, they'll be in soon," Jing Anle said in a low voice.

Xiao Heng wrapped his arms around her slender waist and whispered, "Give me a kiss."

"You?!" Jing Anle was both angry and annoyed, and continued, "Stop messing around."

"Kiss me, and I'll leave," Xiao Heng said with a smile.

The pounding on A Fang's door grew louder and louder, and the noise outside grew even louder. Jing Anle hardened her heart, stomped her foot, stood on tiptoe, and gently kissed Xiao Heng's cheek.

The girl's lips were warm and tender, and Xiao Heng was stunned for a moment. He was overjoyed, like a bee that had finally drunk honey, and the corners of his mouth stretched into a beautiful smile.

Xiao Heng stopped standing there and let Jing Anle push him toward the window.

"Hurry up." As she spoke, Jing Anle barely dared to look him in the eye, and then ran straight toward the door.