They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 233 Isn't Chen good enough?

Wu Ziyan felt as if he had been struck by lightning; he was now completely stunned. Yue'er always speaks so bluntly.

This time, Fang Yuerong didn't scold Yue'er; perhaps he also wanted to hear this answer.

But Wu Ziyan was in a dilemma; did he really need an answer right now?

"That depends on when Yue Rong wants to get married." She's good at passing the buck.

At this moment, three men approached the simple tent, two of whom had excellent hearing.

Having already heard what Yue'er said earlier, Changsun Boyou didn't care much, but Chu Qiu's face darkened.

Han Yuxiu still looked completely bewildered.

"Chu Qiu, what's wrong? Can't stand the smoke and fire? You don't look well."

He shook his head, took a few steps forward, and lifted the tent flap. Wu Ziyan's face suddenly fell.

Oh dear, they must have overheard some of what we were saying just now, right?

Han Yuxiu and Changsun Boyou went in one after the other, but Han Yuxiu didn't know what had happened.

He simply put the medicine box aside, washed his hands with the water next to him, and then sat down next to Wu Ziyan.

He placed his hand naturally on her shoulder and pressed around the wound: "Does it hurt?"

She shook her head, and then he instructed her like a doctor to a patient: "Remember these next two days, don't let the wound reopen."

"I'll come back tomorrow to change your dressing. Don't get it wet. If you need to eat, have them prepare something light."

"it is good."

He looked extremely tired, probably because he had helped too many wounded people today.

He wasn't in the mood to throw tantrums at Wu Ziyan.

Looking out at the sky, I saw that the daylight was about to disappear.

"Where have the people from Jiu'an Prefecture been arranged to stay tonight? And where are you going to stay? Is Yue Rong Pavilion the closest one to here?"

Upon confirming this, Changsun Boyou and Chu Qiu spoke at the same time: "No!"

Wu Ziyan said, "Those servants, maids, and old women will be temporarily assigned to Baixiang Pavilion."

"Lingchuan and I can go to Yue Rong Pavilion or to my eldest sister's residence."

"However, I have to attend the morning court session tomorrow, and I never know what danger I might encounter."

"So Chu Qiu, if you're going to stay tonight, come with me to my eldest sister's house."

Changsun Boyu had no reason to stay by her side, but he gave her a meaningful look.

Han Yuxiu went back to the mansion with his mother, while the others went back to their own homes.

Fang Yuerong was also picked up by the Fang family's carriage and taken back.

Sima Lingchuan was also sent to Wu Chengji's residence.

Only Chu Qiu and she remained, standing before the ruins.

They weren't too far from Wu Chengji's residence.

If you convert that to walking distance, it would probably take about thirty minutes to walk there.

Why doesn't Your Highness ride in a carriage?

"Chu Qiu, come with me for a walk to get some fresh air, and while we're at it, let's see if anyone wants to kill me."

So she kept him around, intending to use herself as bait.

If they hadn't burned her to death, she might have gone all out and sent another assassin to kill her!

"Why don't you speak?"

"Your Majesty, I will certainly protect you."

"There's something just off about the way you're talking."

Looking at Chu Qiu's expression, it was clear that he had something to say, hidden in his eyes.

It's possible that he overheard what Yue'er said and is sulking?

Wu Ziyan reached out and took Chu Qiu's hand.

Chu Qiu did not refuse; instead, he held her even tighter and glanced down at her sideways.

There was no concealment in his eyes, as if everything he did was open, honest, and justified.

She opened her mouth, but finally blurted out the question that was on her mind: "So you're planning to marry him?"

He actually asked such a question, with a hint of jealousy in his voice, and his hand was clenched tightly, showing no intention of letting go.

He took two steps and suddenly stopped, turned around, took her hand and placed it on his chest.

His heart pounded strongly, and there was a hint of melancholy and grievance in his eyes: "Your Highness, answer me."

"Yes, if he wants to get married."

It was as if his heartbeat skipped a beat and then suddenly stopped; his hand loosened.

His brow furrowed. Was this the answer he wanted? What did he want to hear from her?

He didn't know, even though he knew perfectly well that her identity meant this was inevitable.

It felt like a stone was pressing on her chest. Wu Ziyan broke free from his grasp and reached out to touch his resolute cheek.

He rubbed his thumb repeatedly, his mouth slightly open, but he didn't know what to say.

If this is destined to happen, then someone will always get hurt.

"Am I not good enough?" His voice was hoarse, filled with utter grievance.

"it is good."

"Then why can't we choose ministers first?"

So he does care about the order of things; she thought he was the kind of person who couldn't be coaxed.

It turned out he knew all along, just as Wu Ziyan was relaxing and thinking about how to coax him next.

Suddenly, she felt a chill run down her spine. It seemed someone was indeed trying to kill her.

Chu Qiu reacted quickly, grabbing her and spinning her to the side, causing the arrow to miss its target.

But the assassin didn't give up and shot another arrow, which angered Chu Qiu.

He was waiting for the answer at this crucial moment, and then this disappointing thing happened!

She reached out and grabbed the arrow. Wu Ziyan felt that the arrow was only a few centimeters away from her pupils, and she didn't dare to move at all.

When she looked up at Chu Qiu again, her gaze was one she had never seen before; perhaps he had regained the ruthless aura he possessed on the battlefield.

He used the strength of his arm to throw the arrow back, and with a cry of "Ah!", the assassin fell to the ground with a thud.

Wu Ziyan was deeply shocked, as he had always felt that Mo Baiyun was probably the strongest fighter by his side.

Now it seems that Chu Qiu is evenly matched with him, capable of shooting someone to death with his bare hands. This man...

He turned to look at her then, afraid to see her sharp eyes.

But to my surprise, he switched quite quickly, revealing a pair of tender eyes, albeit with a hint of coldness.

"Your Highness, answer me."

"I'll choose you, but I'll still choose them."

"Then at least it should be me first."

It wasn't a good time to spoil his fun, she thought to herself, "There's still Han Yuxiu ahead of me."

Moreover, she hadn't expected Chu Qiu to be this kind of person, and she secretly became jealous, not wanting to lose to anyone.

They stood there for a while, and it seemed that no other assassins came to kill them.

Wu Ziyan was a little curious. Why was there only one? This was really underestimating her!

But it's alright if it's not there; I walked along the road in peace and quiet for a while.

Chu Qiu held her hand tightly, afraid that something unexpected might happen along the way.

But apart from late-night pedestrians, there seemed to be no one else along the way.

After walking for a while, Wu Ziyan suddenly sneezed twice. Sure enough, it got terribly cold at night in late autumn.

Chu Qiu asked, "Is Your Highness cold?"

Wu Ziyan shook her head. She wasn't cold; she really wasn't cold at all.

Chu Qiu suddenly pulled him into her arms, hugged her from behind, and rested her head on her face.

There was a smell of firewood smoke, but it was very warm.

She listened to his heartbeat and touched his face; it was icy cold.