In the dark, he took off his clothes and lay down next to Tianci, who was sleeping peacefully. Leng Ning held the cloth handkerchief in his palms, but in his mind he carefully sorted through all the people he had come into contact with during the day.
Leng Ning didn't find it strange that there was someone watching here. With Mo Chuan's methods, she had already expected that she would send guards to guard her openly and monitor her secretly.
The person who wrote this note definitely cannot be from Mo Chuan, and he is obviously very familiar with the palace. Could it be that this person is from Shen Cangnan?!
She was thinking secretly on her side when her ears suddenly caught a sharp shout from the back hall.
"There is an assassin, come on, catch the assassin!"
The little eunuch's high-pitched voice was like a rusty knife cutting through the quiet night of Duxue Palace.
Leng Ning instinctively stood up, jumped out of bed, grabbed Tianci on the bed, put it on his shoulders, and jumped out of the back window.
There was a commotion of footsteps outside, and it was obvious that the Imperial Guards had heard the sound and were rushing over in a hurry.
"Yanluo, keep an eye on Tianci. I'll protect the prince!" He handed Tianci into the hands of Yanluo who hurriedly ran out of the room. Leng Ning's bare feet were on the ground. He had already passed the ridge of the roof and came to the backyard where Jiu'er was.
Without looking at the little eunuch lying on the pool of blood, Leng Ning kicked open the door and broke in, "Jiu'er, where are you?!"
Jiu'er's voice was not heard, and what she responded to was a sharp blade thrust towards her.
Leng Ning was already on guard. He ducked past the opponent's blade tip and hit the opponent's ribs with a backhand elbow. The opponent retreated and fell heavily. Leng Ning did not dare to neglect. He drew out the dagger with his backhand and flew over. Stabbing into the opponent's chest without mercy.
Blood gushes out, and the other party barely lets out a muffled groan, and then his head hangs down softly.
"Jiu'er?!" Without knowing his opponent, Leng Ning called out Jiu'er's name.
"I'm here!" A trembling voice came from the side of the window, and that voice was clearly Jiu'er.
Leng Ning looked over with caution and saw a white shadow slowly standing up from under the window. The moonlight filtering through the screen window reflected half of the pale and handsome face exposed between the messy hair. It was Jiu'er.
"Are you injured?!" Leng Ning reached over and held his arm. At this time, her eyes had adapted to the darkness in the room. She looked up and down to see that although his clothes and hair were messy, there seemed to be no trace of injury. Only then did my anxious heart relax.
Jiu'er's two palms tightly grasped her arms, still trembling, "He has a knife and wants to kill me..."