Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 145 The Injured Beauty

"Master Hou?" The imperial guards couldn't help it, they were also performing official duties, but they knew the identity of the girl in front of them, the only niece of the emperor, and they couldn't afford to mess with this.

With a sullen face, Qin Xiangshi couldn't see the emotion in his eyes, and said coldly, "It's gone."

The room was brightly lit, only five people went in, and they came out soon after searching.

A man with a rough face handed a small dagger to Qin Xiangshi: "Master, there is no assassin, I found this."

Feng Nuanyang looked at the delicate object, wasn't it a token of love from Ming Qianjue?When I was playing on the bed just now, I forgot to put it away.

She felt cold in her heart, she didn't expect these specially trained imperial guards to be so undisciplined, dare to take her things casually: "Give it back to me!"

Qin Xiangshi looked at the simple dagger in his hand, he could clearly see the patterns on it, and the cat's-eye ruby ​​was also top-notch, if he saw it right, it should belong to the Nanhui royal family.

His gaze became sharp, Qin Xiangshi looked at the nervous daughter gloomyly: "Where did you come from?"

Feng Nuanyang didn't know the meaning of the dagger, and felt that Qin Xiangshi, an old man, was deliberately embarrassing her, so he immediately stretched out his hand angrily: "What's mine is mine, where else can it come from, give it back to me!"

"Miss, this thing is the same as today's assassins. It all came from Nanhui. If the lady can't give a satisfactory explanation, we can only act according to the holy will." The imperial guard next to Qin Xiangshi walked forward with a big knife , with a serious face: "This is the crime of collaborating with the enemy and treason. Even if you are the emperor's own niece, but this involves the country, I believe the emperor will not cover it up."

Feng Nuanyang was suffocated in his heart, looked at Qin Xiangshi's gloomy eyes, and then looked at the dagger in his hand, Ming Qianjue is from Nanhui?Thinking of this possibility, she felt nervous. No matter how stupid she was, she knew that the interests of the country were above all else. The emperor would not allow his niece to have anything to do with the Nanhui people, unless it was a marriage that was beneficial to him.

However, she quickly came back to her senses, "Uncle Huang gave me this, and the third prince can prove it."

Qin Xiangshi looked at her coldly, his gloomy eyes seemed to be able to see into the guilt in her heart, her heart trembled, she stretched out her hand again, and looked at him: "Give it back to me!"

Although Feng Nuanyang does not have the status of a princess now, she is the emperor's only niece. This blood relationship cannot be changed, especially the emperor's only sister, the daughter of Princess Changping. Back then, the princess raised her face and was arrogant. Domineering, committing all kinds of evil, the emperor always turns a blind eye, and even if there are good things in the palace, it is this princess who picks out first, and then it is the turn of the real Princess Annan.

"Miss, just now I was the one who waited for the crime of being rude, please forgive me," the man who found the dagger just now showed a nervous expression on his face, and quickly apologized.

"It's nothing, you are also performing official duties," she responded lightly, and then the corners of her mouth curled up, "Master Hou, how long will you be holding Nuanyang's dagger?"

Qin Xiangshi rubbed the pattern on the dagger, his eyes were cold and stern, and then the tumbling black air immediately covered his emotions, but he still had a bad face and returned the things to her.

Finally, they left, Qin Xiangshi walked to the door, turned around, and looked gloomyly at the courtyard that was lit up again, Feng Yunshang's gentle and peaceful face flashed across his mind.

After the accident in the middle of the night, Feng Nuanyang yawned, and suddenly her gaze caught sight of the red marks on the ground. It was bright red blood, not yet dry, and one stretched to the front of the bed.

She lost her sleep in an instant, clenched the hand holding the dagger, stepped forward cautiously, lifted the quilt violently, and on the originally empty bed, a beautiful man with injuries and closed eyes suddenly appeared.

(End of this chapter)