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Chapter 639 Yan Qing Shot by an Arrow

When the dozen or so guards of Prince Jing's mansion saw Yan Qing and his companions thrusting their swords at them, they quickly drew their own swords to block the attack, forcefully deflecting the blows and preventing Yan Qing and his group from getting close.

Based on the power of this move alone, Yan Qing could tell that this group of people were definitely not weak, but she needed to investigate further to find out the exact extent of their skill.

The men drew their swords again and engaged the guards in combat.

Yan Qing and the head of the guards fought.

He thrust his sword forward, but the guard leader dodged it, trying to deflect the sword and attack his lower body.

However, the guard stumbled and almost knelt down.

Yan Qing smiled.

This person's internal strength is inferior to his.

Yan Qing seized the opportunity to kick him, sending him flying.

The other five were almost one against two, which was a bit of a struggle. Although they couldn't hurt the guards, the guards couldn't hurt them either.

When masters clash, the difference in skill can be determined in just a few breaths.

Having ascertained the truth, Yan Qing had a deeper plan in mind.

Now that we're here, if we don't give King Jing, that untrustworthy peacock, a good scare, he'll probably still be dreaming of peace and quiet.

We must get back the prince's antidote no matter what.

After Yan Qing drew his sword to help them out of the predicament, he made an attack gesture. The others immediately understood Yan Qing's intention and also drew their swords to attack.

After killing the last guard, Yan Qing made another attack gesture. Just as he took a step forward, "whoosh!" an arrow pierced through the air. Before Yan Qing could react, the arrow pierced his arm.

"Bang!"

The sword fell to the ground.

"Boss!"

The group was shocked. They glanced at Yan Qing's wound, and after confirming that he was not going to die, they immediately looked in the direction from which the arrow had come.

On the rooftop ahead stood a man dressed in black, wearing a black mask.

But his aura was different from everyone else's.

He stood with one hand holding a crossbow behind his back, looking down at everyone below him. A powerful sense of oppression emanated from him, as if he would immediately take their lives if Yan Qing and the others dared to take another step.

Yan Qing stared intently at the person on the roof, her breathing becoming heavy involuntarily.

He sensed the man's murderous intent. The man had intended to spare his life; if he had wanted to kill him, he would already be a corpse.

Having followed Xiao Yu for many years, this was the first time Yan Qing felt afraid.

Suppressing his fear, Yan Qing stared at the man's throat and asked, "May I ask your honorable name? Your martial arts are so good, yet you are willing to risk your life for Prince Jing!"

In the dim light, Yan Qing looked into the man's dark eyes and saw him raise his arm holding the crossbow. He dared not delay any longer, and with a light touch of his toes, the sword returned to his hand.

"withdraw!"

At his command, five men helped him escape from the Prince Jing's mansion by climbing down a rope.

Several people helped Yan Qing to a dark alley next to the main street, where they leaned against the blue brick wall, panting heavily.

On just one side, their backs were already soaked with cold sweat.

"Boss, how's your injury?"

Yan Qing said breathlessly, "My meridians weren't damaged, but I can't use my sword for a while."

When the others looked over, they discovered that the arrow had pierced Yan Qing's arm and was dripping blood.

These arrows had barbs, and the skin had to be cut open to pull them out. The group dared not treat Yan Qing casually and could only return to the mansion to have Doctor Lu treat him.

Yan Qing's heart pounded wildly.

His attention wasn't on his wounds at all; he was just grateful to have survived.

Because of their recklessness, these people almost all perished in Prince Jing's mansion.

Fortunately, that person showed mercy; otherwise, he would have been tormented by his conscience day and night.

As their breathing gradually calmed down, Yan Qing asked, "Are you injured?"

"No."

"No."

"I wasn't paying attention when I was slashed. It was on my arm, a flesh wound."

Hearing that they were all alright, Yan Qing finally felt relieved.

He said in a deep voice, "Let's go back to the Prince's Mansion first."

*

Just as Dr. Lu was about to turn off the lights and go to sleep, there was a loud knocking on the courtyard gate.

"coming!"

He put on his shirt and tied the belt as he walked. When he came out, he saw that Lingling had already come out and opened the door.

The courtyard gate opened, and two people, both dressed in black, helped Yan Qing in.

Dr. Lu guessed that they had probably gone on another mission.

It was dark outside the courtyard, and Doctor Lu couldn't see the whole picture. His heart jumped into his throat: "Oh dear, Yan Qing, what happened to you?"

"My arm hurts," Yan Qing said, feeling wronged.

"Brother Yan, come in quickly." Ling Ling stepped aside to let them in, then closed the courtyard gate.

Upon entering the small hall, Ling Ling lit two lamps, and only then could they clearly see Yan Qing's injuries.

The arrow struck precisely in the middle of the upper arm, and it even had barbs, so to remove it, one had to cut through the flesh.

Yan Qing looked at Doctor Lu, then at Ling Ling, and said pitifully, "Uncle Lu, little sister Ling'er, give me some anesthetic, otherwise I can't take it."

"Okay, Brother Yan, please bear with me for now. I'll go prepare the things right away."

Dr. Lu complained with heartache, "You child, how did you get hurt like this?"

Yan Qing chuckled and said, "I went to Prince Jing's mansion to investigate, and guess what? There was a master inside, whose skills were superior to both Yun Ting's and mine. He almost killed me, but luckily he showed mercy today and didn't intend to kill me completely. Aren't I very lucky?"

One of the men who helped him in recalled the incident with lingering fear: "That man's eyes were truly terrifying, like those of a ghost."

Another person said, "We didn't even notice where he was. To me, he's scarier than a ghost. But it's also strange that he let us go after we killed more than a dozen of his men?"

Yan Qing frowned and began to recall the situation at that time.

But why?

Doctor Lu was also filled with fear upon hearing this. "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back! I'm an old man, and I can't bear to see you young people injured and sick."

Ling Ling walked over carrying a basket and Doctor Lu's medicine box. "Everything is ready, Brother Yan, we can begin."

Yan Qing nodded fearfully, "Sister Ling'er, please use the best anesthetic for me."

Ling Ling smiled and reassured him, "Don't worry, there's plenty."

He then handed over a bowl of wine mixed with anesthetic.

The guard beside Yan Qing took it, held it to his lips, and fed it to him.

"By the way, you should report the situation to the Prince later."

After drinking a bowl of medicinal wine, Yan Qing's eyes rolled back, and she collapsed onto the guard beside her.

*

Su Lingyue lay down for a while, but didn't hear Xiao Yu say to turn the page for a long time. She looked up and saw Xiao Yu staring at the chess score with his brows furrowed.

Yan Qing has been gone for almost two hours; she should have returned long ago under normal circumstances.

Xiao Yu was worried about Yan Qing, and so was Su Lingyue.

Su Lingyue looked at Xiao Yu and said softly, "Your Highness, please send someone else to meet us."

Before Xiao Yu could answer, there was a knock at the door. "Your Highness, your subordinate Qi Lu has something to report."

Su Lingyue's heart skipped a beat, and then she heard Xiao Yu say, "Come in."

Qi Lu stopped outside the screen after entering.

Xiao Yu frowned and asked, "Where is Yan Qing?"

"Yan Qing was shot in the arm with an arrow. Doctor Lu just removed the arrow from him. He was given anesthesia and is still asleep. He asked me to report to the Prince."

Hearing that Yan Qing was alright, Xiao Yu's tense body relaxed, and he asked, "How are the others? Are they injured?"

"No, only Yan Qing was hit by an arrow."

Qi Lu then told Xiao Yu the details of the matter.

"Understood, you step back."

"Yes, I am resigning."

After Qi Lu left, Xiao Yu's tense face finally showed signs of relaxation and fatigue.

"Yan Qing is not here tonight, would Yue'er like to stay?"

Su Lingyue looked at Xiao Yu and smiled, "Of course, it's rare to have the prince all to myself."

Sensing something was amiss, she added, "Why do I feel like I'm competing with Yan Qing for his favor?"

Xiao Yu looked down at her, his expression becoming increasingly tender.

"Why argue?" After a pause, Xiao Yu said in a low voice, "Have Ren Dong come in."

Honeysuckle is a guard at the gate, and the other one is called Xiaoman.

Su Lingyue's eyes lit up, and she got up and moved closer to him, saying, "Your Highness, actually I can also serve you..."

"No." Xiao Yu said with the gentlest expression, but with the coldest rejection.

"All right!"

Su Lingyue tidied herself up, let Ren Dong in, and helped Xiao Yu to the cubicle to relieve himself.

After Xiao Yu returned and lay down, and after Ren Dong left, Su Lingyue lowered the gauze curtain with a smile and lay down next to Xiao Yu, clinging to him like an octopus.

Xiao Yu also slightly curved the corners of his mouth, but when he thought of what Qi Lu had said, his brows furrowed involuntarily.

Who is that person?