lcionline Chapter 493 Something is wrong
Chapter 493 Something is wrong
Prince Jing had a little more redness on his left cheekbone.
That was blood seeping from the wound, but the blood had congealed as soon as it seeped out.
The wound was barely visible, far from disfiguring, but it was enough to enrage Prince Jing.
For a prince aspiring to the throne, his face and body must never be damaged. The pain on his face caused a surge of emotions mixed with fear, anger, and extreme humiliation to well up in Prince Jing's heart!
Prince Jing's shoulders trembled violently, his face looked as if it were filled with thunder, and his eyes looked at the assassin who had injured him as if he wanted to skin him alive.
"Kill him for me!"
The Prince of Jing's voice was sharp and distorted with extreme anger, directed at the assassin who had wounded him.
When the assassin realized that he had actually injured Prince Jing, and on the Prince's face no less, he panicked and his movements faltered slightly.
In that split second, another assassin seized the opening left by Prince Jing's rage and thrust his longsword at him.
"My lord, be careful!"
Dan Qing, who had been paying close attention to Prince Jing's situation, stared wide-eyed in horror and anxiety. He wanted to save Prince Jing, but he was held back by the enemy in front of him.
At the critical moment, a figure suddenly crashed into us from the side.
It was Cheng Wan.
Cheng Wan always kept her "bodyguard" duties in mind.
Tonight, as long as she is alive, we absolutely cannot let anything happen to Prince Jing here.
Ignoring her own exhaustion, Cheng Wan lunged forward almost instinctively, desperately blocking with her sword!
"Clang!" A piercing clang rang out.
Cheng Wan felt a sharp pain in her hand, and her entire left arm felt numb from the shock.
But at least Prince Jing's life was saved.
Cheng Wan staggered back several steps, dragging Prince Jing with her, just as Shan Qing, who had just killed the assassin, rushed over to protect her.
Prince Jing was still in shock, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.
He subconsciously looked at Cheng Wan, who had saved his life. He saw that Cheng Wan was pale and breathing rapidly, and the blush that had dried on her clothes was now soaked with fresh blood.
Prince Jing's gaze towards Cheng Wan became complicated once again.
He was surprised that Cheng Wan had actually saved his life after initially being astonished that she had chosen to protect him.
No.
If we include the time Cheng Wan was thrown out to take the hit, he was saved by Cheng Wan twice.
Guilty?
They sent so many people to kill Cheng Wan before.
No.
Prince Jing felt neither guilt nor regret.
The complex emotions that Prince Jing felt at this moment were nothing more than surprise, or even surprise mixed with a sense of entitlement.
This is the absolute pride that his status brings him.
Cheng Wan had no idea what thoughts were flashing through Prince Jing's mind at that moment, nor did she want to know.
A question suddenly popped into her mind, and the more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.
"Jin Jin, are you sure that if I hadn't been thrown out to take the blow, the assassin would have actually stabbed Prince Jing?"
Jin Jin did not answer Cheng Wan immediately. After thinking it over, Jin Jin hesitated and said, "It seems a bit wrong. If you press the direction of the knife, the knife should have grazed Prince Jing's arm."
Cheng Wan frowned slightly as she thought back to the events surrounding her rescue of Prince Jing.
Did that assassin really want to kill Prince Jing?
She felt that even if she hadn't saved Prince Jing, he wouldn't have actually been hurt.
In other words, even if Prince Jing is injured, his life will not be in danger.
A flurry of thoughts flashed through Cheng Wan's mind in an instant, and just then, a sudden change occurred!
A sharp whistle rang out from somewhere.
Upon hearing the sound, the assassins who were still attacking stopped in their tracks and then retreated rapidly like a tide.
They were well-trained, providing cover for each other and not lingering in battle. In just a few breaths, the remaining assassins disappeared into the darkness outside the camp, leaving behind only a mess and a heavy stench of blood.
The sounds of fighting abruptly ceased, and an eerie silence fell over the scene.
Cheng Wan stared at the direction where the assassins had disappeared, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.
Not right.
Something is wrong.
“Master, something’s not right. Several seriously wounded assassins weren’t taken away by their comrades, but they didn’t commit suicide. It’s like they’re… waiting to be captured.”