The concubine is often difficult to mess with: Prince, please make way

Chapter 15 Containment
The canonization ceremony was well done, but it became a mess in an instant, screaming, making noise, and dodging left and right in fright.

The imperial physician was also summoned by Ye Zhaoyang, and soon came. In the chaotic hall, Jin Jiuying found that several ministers looked abnormal, and the one who was most alarmed was her father Jin Zhe.

It seemed that there was indeed a problem with this assassination. If someone hadn't deliberately arranged it, she couldn't do it anyway.

"Ying'er, are you alright?" Ye Zhaoyang turned around to care about Jin Jiuying's situation after calling a few guards to help the imperial doctor and helping Jin Jiumei out.

"I'm fine." Jin Jiuying smiled faintly. He could still think of asking her now, which was already good. She thought that he would get hurt because of Jin Jiumei, and she was so worried that she even forgot who she was.

After all, Jin Jiumei was hurt because of him, so it is understandable for him to care, and others can understand, so this is a legitimate opportunity to care about Jin Jiumei.

But Jin Jiumei was also very brave today, she was able to bump into the assassin's sword by herself.

"I thought I scared you just now." Ye Zhaoyang put his arms around her waist and said softly.

"He came to scare the prince."

Jin Jiuying doesn't like that hand a little bit, and hates sticking to other people at such a close distance, but it's not appropriate to say it clearly.

But Ye Zhaoyang was just being polite to her. With her kung fu, the man just now, with such a small gesture, could scare her, so she simply said something to scare him.

"He came to kill me, if it wasn't for Xiaomei today..."

Not only did Ye Zhaoyang not help Jin Jiuying, but he didn't think she was the one blocking the sword?
He was still grateful for Jin Jiumei blocking the sword for him, so he repeated the matter on purpose, and said the same thing.

"With the prince's kung fu, are you still afraid of such a clown?"

Jin Jiuying didn't wait for Ye Zhaoyang to finish speaking, and interrupted him with praise, but she just didn't want to hear him mention Jin Jiumei.

Today it was Jin Jiumei who bumped into the assassin's sword by herself, anyone with brighter eyes could see it, Ye Zhaoyang would not fail to see it.

The reason why he talks about it is not because he likes her, but because he can only blame her for not saving him.

But she didn't think why she wanted to save him, besides, he had all the kung fu in his own body, such a fool, so what if he did it himself.

But this is also her idea. In fact, with his identity, apart from one Jin Jiumei, he can call out a bunch of people, imitating Jin Jiumei, and bumping into the assassin's sword for him, so why should she bother with this business.

"Look at what you said, didn't I not pay attention at the time?" Ye Zhaoyang smiled slightly, and it seemed that he felt a little better when he heard Jin Jiuying praise him.

"Even if you don't pay attention, there are quite a few people around the prince who stand in the way of the prince, so the prince should not take this matter to heart."

Jin Jiuying intentionally or unintentionally clicked a sentence related to his identity, which reminded him that Jin Jiumei did it on purpose, just to put on an appearance to curry favor with him.

"What does Ying'er mean by that?" Ye Zhaoyang stopped and looked at her strangely, as if he needed an explanation.

"It's nothing, just let the prince not blame himself for the elder sister's injury, maybe she can be very honored to block arrows for you."

Jin Jiuying smiled and explained a very popular saying, that is, many people would give the answer.

"Ying'er seems to be getting better at talking." Ye Zhaoyang smiled suddenly, lowered his head, looked at Jin Jiuying and said.

Jin Jiuying was slightly taken aback by what he said. Could it be that he was too aggressive and let him see the flaw?
"Is there?" Jin Jiuying smiled slightly, and the queen took a step back and said, "Prince, it's late. If I don't need my help here, I'll go back first."

It was really late at the moment. Although the day was not right and the ministers were all invited to have a banquet, there were also several people who said that they had something to do at home and left early.

Now that the assassin incident happened, many ministers found excuses and left after such a commotion.

Now in the main hall, apart from those ministers who are inconvenient to leave, there are only those foreign envoys.

However, some of those messengers also said that they had something to leave, and now there are only a few young ones left.

But if these people leave, just leave, it doesn't matter what they say, after all, what happened here is already related to them.

But Jin Jiumei was different, not to mention that Ye Zhaoyang, who was almost injured just now, was her fiancé, even because of Jin Jiumei's injury, it was not appropriate for her to leave, let alone bring it up, but she did it now.

"Aren't you going to accompany your elder sister?" After thinking about it, Ye Zhaoyang still asked his doubts,
"Didn't daddy accompany her? I'd have to scold someone if I went to daddy."

Jin Jiuying didn't hesitate at all, but her words didn't explain much.

But it’s almost the same. Jin Zhe loves Jin Jiumei more. When Jin Jiumei rushed to block the sword just now, she didn’t make a move and ignored her at all, so if he ran to see her, Jin Zhe was there, and he would definitely wonder why he didn’t save her. Why? Sometimes she didn't rush ahead and wait.

Jin Jiuying was tired of thinking about all these questions, maybe with her personality, when she was tired of asking, she would directly ask, what does this have to do with me?
But when she wanted to quarrel, she stopped, because she believed in being unhappy when something happened, and solved it directly with her fists, and didn't like going around.

"Okay." After hesitating for a while, Ye Zhaoyang agreed to Jin Jiuying to go back early.

"Go back and have a good rest, pay attention to your body, and when I finish my work, I will see you tomorrow."

Ye Zhaoyang fondled Xia Jinmo's hair, nodded and agreed that she would leave.

Xia Jinmo was not polite, she didn't even ask about Jin Jiumei's injury, and after getting Ye Zhaoyang's permission, Jin Jiuying didn't stay too long, turned around and went out.

The imperial city at night is in stark contrast to the imperial palace, and it looks very quiet. Occasionally, there is a person on the street, who is like Jin Jiuying, hurrying on the road. As soon as the horse she is riding on the street, it immediately spreads. There was a long and loud sound of horse hooves.

After crossing a street, Jin Jiuying pulled the rein and slowed down the horse. The street was very dark. Although the horse was not afraid of the dark, she was afraid. It was too dark, and she was afraid of being robbed.

Anyway, this kind of thing happens on this street, so it's better to be careful.

Letting go of the reins eased the horse's footsteps so she could hear other sounds in the street.

"who?"

Sure enough, just a few steps away, a hidden weapon '嗖嗖' flew towards her.

This is not robbery, because it is impossible for ordinary robbers to use hidden weapons so superbly.

She was a little impressed by the accuracy. If she hadn't slowed down the horse, these hidden weapons might have been difficult to avoid.

(End of this chapter)