Lin Zichan used Qinggong, swiftly darting across the rooftops.

Inner Palace Experts came from all directions.

Quickly surrounding Lin Zichan in the middle, leaving him no way to escape.

Lin Zichan was unarmed, just watching as the Inner Palace Experts, wielding sharp Treasure Swords, approached him cautiously step by step.

Lin Zichan’s eyes narrowed.

He never thought Fu Xingyi would go this far.

If Fu Xingyi wanted to kill him, he could have done so when they first met, there’s no need to wait until today.

Or perhaps Fu Xingyi was overly confident.

Confident that Lin Zichan’s existence couldn’t change anything, couldn’t affect his relationship with An Ning.

An Ning...

Lin Zichan pressed his lips tightly together.

Coming to find her suddenly today, what was he going to say?!

The reward she gave that day couldn’t have been clearer!

Lin Zichan had no time to think deeply.

At this moment, an expert had already raised his sword, charging at him.

Lin Zichan sidestepped, dodging the sharp sword tip, and the next moment, spun around to avoid another expert while striking back anyone approaching from behind.

He fought ten.

Engaging fiercely with the Inner Palace Experts.

Roof tiles fell one after another.

The quiet night was filled with the sound of clashing swords.

"Ah!"

Lin Zichan’s arm was slashed. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

He leaped, instantly avoiding the Treasure Sword that stabbed at him.

Yet in that instant, his footing slipped, and he rolled off the rooftop.

The expert quickly used Qinggong to fly towards Lin Zichan.

Lin Zichan’s body had already fallen to the eaves, suddenly facing a bright Treasure Sword aiming directly at his chest.

He gritted his teeth.

Using the last bit of strength he had, he turned his body.

The sword grazed his skin, leaving a shallow cut, and blood beads continuously seeped from his clothes.

Because he exerted too much force.

Lin Zichan couldn’t use Qinggong again to fly up; his body fell from the eaves.

And below, on the street, another Inner Palace Expert waited, tightly gripping that sharp sword, aimed at his falling body.

Lin Zichan closed his eyes.

Though filled with dissatisfaction.

This stolen life span of recent days was also not regrettable.

All he wanted was for her to live well.

For someone to be there with her was enough.

Lin Zichan closed his eyes...

In the nick of time.

A flying dart suddenly penetrated the throat of the Inner Palace Expert.

The Inner Palace Expert’s body paused, and the Treasure Sword in his hand fell.

His body swiftly collapsed to the ground.

With a "clang".

Lin Zichan’s body landed directly on the corpse of the Inner Palace Expert.

Thanks to the cushion, Lin Zichan wasn’t hurt from the fall.

The next moment, his body sprang from the ground, dodging the assassins coming from above.

Right then.

A figure in black appeared swiftly in front of Lin Zichan, protecting him behind, whispering, "Sent by the Empress to rescue you."

Lin Zichan felt a slight stir in his heart.

So An Ning had truly witnessed him being assassinated just now.

Was it because Fu Xingyi was also worried An Ning had seen it that he issued a death order to kill him?

Lin Zichan couldn’t think of much else.

He quickly glanced at the surrounding black-clad people, and there appeared to be at least twenty.

All skilled.

Not thinking of engaging the Inner Palace Experts head-on, after saving him, they guarded and shielded them, ensuring their retreat.

Lin Zichan followed the black-clad figures, quickly mounting the horses and leaving swiftly under the night sky.

Seeing Lin Zichan leave, amidst so many surrounding enemies, the Inner Palace Experts couldn’t chase, so they sheathed their swords, quickly departing to report back!

...

Imperial Palace.

An Ning returned to Fengqi Palace.

At this moment, Fengqi Palace was brightly lit, perhaps they hadn’t left yet.

An Ning took a deep breath, adjusting her emotions throughout the journey.

No matter what.

Facing Fu Xingyi, she couldn’t show the slightest flaw.

She entered the grand hall.

"Mother." An Youyou, seeing An Ning return, quickly ran out on her short legs, flinging herself into her embrace.

An Ning smiled faintly, lifting An Youyou.

"Little chubby girl is getting heavier, Mother can barely hold you anymore." She spoke while carrying Youyou inside.

At this time, Fu Xingyi also rose from the couch, walking beside An Ning.

Calm in appearance, full of gentleness.

"Youyou, come to Father." Fu Xingyi reached out.

An Ning’s fingers tightened slightly.

The next moment, she casually handed An Youyou into Fu Xingyi’s arms.