Hearing Rong Sui's muffled groan, he saw that half of the Emei thorn had passed through his clothes and pierced his heart. A stream of blood flowed from his chest and gradually soaked the moon-white skirt of his clothes. That touch of bright red, with a scorching temperature, was like a red lotus slowly blooming in the snow. It was gorgeous and enchanting, and seemed out of place compared with his elegant and pure appearance.
Seeing that the Emei thorn was about to be completely engulfed, Rong Sui's expression became stern, and his usually gentle and jade-like eyebrows were covered with ice.
He reacted very quickly, and in an instant he tightly grasped the Emei thorn in her hand, and clasped her arm firmly with his other hand, so that she could no longer pierce the Emei thorn with any force.
The dancing girl tried to break free from his grasp, but found that even if she tried her best, it was all in vain. Her face changed slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes. At this moment, she suddenly felt an inner force surge out of his slender and white hands, instantly penetrating through the meridians throughout her body. She was shocked and involuntarily let go of the Emei thorn in her hand.
Immediately afterwards, he saw the Emei thorn being knocked out of the body by his internal force. After drawing a cold light in the air, it fell to the ground with a "dang" sound.
"You..." There was a hint of surprise and panic on her face, but she quickly regained her composure. She paused her feet, leaped into the air nimbly, and the silver bells on her ankles jingled. Almost instantly, she summoned her inner strength and struck him across the face, with murderous intent evident in her eyes.
As soon as Rong Sui's robe moved, a faint scent of falling hedge brushed past, he rose into the air and blocked the blow easily.
All this happened so fast and suddenly that everyone present was caught off guard. They didn't even know how to react and could only stay in place. It wasn't until the Emei thorn fell to the ground that they suddenly woke up from a dream.
Then, the scene descended into chaos, with gasps, exclamations, and screams coming one after another.
Rong Ming came back from the shock and looked at the two people who were fighting in disbelief. His face became as pale as paper, and there was still a look of fear in his eyes. He seemed to be affected by this sudden change. Very frightened.
He didn't understand what happened. Why did a good dancer suddenly turn into a killer? If there was something wrong with Rong Sui at his banquet... Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be distracted, and immediately shouted outside the palace: "Here, there is an assassin, catch the assassin!"
Not long after, a burst of chaotic footsteps and the sound of sharp weapons being unsheathed came from outside the palace, and then dozens of guards with weapons swarmed in from outside the palace, surrounding the dancing girl who was fighting with Rong Sui.
Seeing the appearance of the escort team, Rong Ming quickly calmed down and shouted in a cold voice: "Get the assassin down quickly and don't hurt His Highness Prince Huai!"
With an order, the guards rushed forward one after another.
The dancing girl was already using her bare hands and did not gain the upper hand when fighting Rong Sui. Now she encountered more than a dozen guards with sharp moves and immense strength. She was even more outnumbered and soon fell at a disadvantage.
Seeing that a white blade was about to pierce her chest, she was frightened and quickly dodged to avoid it. However, when she looked back, she smelled a vague scent of fallen leaves. The next moment, she felt a pain in her shoulders, and her whole body Like a broken paper kite, it flew upside down and hit the red pillar on one side of the hall heavily.
Rong Sui's unexpected palm was so fast and hard that she couldn't guard against it. She spat out a mouthful of blood. When she raised her eyes, she realized that she had been hit several feet away by him, and the dozen guards were quickly surrounding her. Come.
She quickly glanced around, then her expression darkened, and she pulled off the silver bell from her ankle.
"Be careful, there is a hidden weapon!" Rong Sui, who was watching this scene from a distance, shouted hurriedly.
Before he finished speaking, several silver needles were seen shooting out from the silver bell in the dancer's hand. The guards quickly waved their weapons to block them. When they looked at the dancer again, except for a large door behind the red pillar, Where is her figure in the open window?
The guards reacted immediately and chased him non-stop.
Rong Ming was horrified when he saw this, and shouted angrily at the attendant who was guarding him: "Why don't you lead a search? The assassin was seriously injured and will not be able to escape! No matter what, we must capture the assassin, no matter life or death!"
As soon as Rong Ming finished giving the order, he saw Rong Sui swaying, spitting out a mouthful of black blood, then staggered two steps back, and slowly fell down, clutching his heart amidst everyone's exclamations.
"Old Seven!" Rong Ming exclaimed. He had no time to care about anything else. He ran towards him anxiously and shouted: "Here, come, call the doctor, call the doctor!"
The attendant did not dare to neglect and rushed out of the hall in a few quick steps. When the guests who had been frightened out of their wits saw this scene, their faces showed panic, and they hurried forward to check Rong Sui's injury.
Rong Sui was seen lying there motionless with his eyes closed, breathless, cold sweat on his forehead.
Rong Ming and others quickly lifted Rong Sui up from the ground and carried him to the soft couch in the side hall. Only then did they realize that the shocking red flower on Rong Sui's chest had turned into dark brown at some point! Everyone couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, the Emei thorn was actually smeared with poison! The assassination and poisoning were obviously intended to kill the seventh prince!
Their hearts suddenly sank and their faces turned ashen.
They all knew in their hearts that although the seventh prince was far away from the court, Emperor Xuanwu still cared about this son very much. Otherwise, he would not have taken him out of the cold palace and taught him personally for three years, let alone sent him from Beiluo. The master summoned him back, granted him a title, built a mansion, and allowed him to stay away from worldly affairs all day long.
If there was anything wrong with the Seventh Prince, Emperor Xuanwu would definitely be furious. Since ancient times, emperors have laid down millions of corpses when they were angry. How can a few of these insignificant officials afford this? If Emperor Xuanwu pursues the case, not to mention everyone present today will not be able to escape bad luck, even the prince will be blamed.
Just when everyone was uneasy, they saw a man in white and a doctor coming in a hurry.
Everyone knew that man was none other than Rong Sui's personal attendant - Mo Bei. As for the doctor, everyone didn't pay much attention. At this time, they just hoped that he could revive and let Rong Sui survive this disaster smoothly. As for who he was, it didn't matter at all. On the contrary, Rong Ming felt that this person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
It was not until much later that Rong Ming recalled that this person was Yan Tingyun, the imperial physician who was dismissed from the imperial hospital that year.
"See His Highness the Crown Prince."
After Mo Bei and Yan Tingyun hurriedly saluted Rong Ming, they immediately took Rong Sui from Rong Ming's hand.
After seeing the dark brown wound on Rong Sui's chest clearly, the two of them looked at each other and frowned in unison. Yan Tingyun quickly searched for Rong Sui's pulse, and his eyes gradually darkened. After a moment, he He said to Mo Bei with a solemn expression: "The one among the princes is Han Meng Qianye."
