Ye Qingying stood by the bedside, her long sword in hand, staring at the unconscious Fu Ning on the bed.
Her face was purple, deeply poisoned, and she looked like she was on the verge of death.
With one sword strike, she could be finished.
Fu Ning, in her current state, was utterly incapable of fighting back.
He raised his sword.
Just one strike.
But at the moment he was about to strike, a pair of eyes suddenly flashed in his mind.
Xiao Yao's eyes.
Those eyes, often filled with a smile, were bright and sparkling, incredibly endearing.
Tonight, she had smiled at him, saying that once Fu Ning recovered, she would leave with him.
She trusted him so much; she had never hidden anything from him, even when she saved Fu Ning.
Yet, at this moment, while she was away, he was about to kill the person she had tried so hard to save.
He could even imagine how desperate his little girl would be when she returned and saw the lifeless Fu Ning.
She would be sad, she would cry, she would be lost!
She would even blame herself, wondering why she had left, why she hadn't guarded the patient properly.
She would surely be heartbroken and despairing!
The mere thought of her sadness made Ye Qingying's heart feel unspeakably heavy.
He wasn't sure what his feelings for Xiao Yao were. Yu Linglong had said he had fallen for Xiao Yao, but in fact, he didn't think so.
He had never considered Xiao Yao as his wife. In his eyes, Xiao Yao was still just a little girl.
A little girl who hadn't fully grown.
How could such a young girl be a bride?
He had been accustomed to being alone for so many years, and suddenly a small creature appeared by his side, trusting him wholeheartedly, willing to be close to him.
It was because of this closeness and trust that his heart completely accepted her and finally recognized her.
He just wanted to be with her, to find a place no one knew, anywhere in the world, and live a good life.
They didn't need to be husband and wife; just being together, supporting each other, would be wonderful.
The long sword, unknowingly, lowered.
Ye Qingying stared at Fu Ning on the bed, his hand gripping the sword hilt trembling slightly.
He wanted to act, yet he was unwilling to. At this moment, he didn't know what he should do.
After being an assassin for so many years, this was the first time he had hesitated so much while about to kill someone.
Suddenly, faint footsteps could be heard from outside.
They were still far away, but Ye Qingying could hear them clearly.
Feng Jinrui was returning. It turned out he was personally guarding Fu Ning!
Now was the last chance!
Ye Qingying's long sword was raised sharply again.
Feng Jinrui, walking along the corridor outside, sensed something. A hint of killing intent seemed to emanate from the chamber.
But the killing intent was not strong.
Startled, he immediately flew towards it at his fastest speed.
With a bang, Feng Jinrui pushed open the door and burst in.
Inside the room, apart from Fu Ning still lying on the bed, there was no one else.
However, the room was filled with a chilling aura.
The window was open, and there was no sign of anyone outside. The person had left.
Their Qinggong was still superior to his!
Feng Jinrui quickly walked to the bedside. Seeing that Fu Ning was fine, he checked her breathing. Her breath was still there, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
However, looking out the window, he remained very confused.
There was clearly killing intent, but it didn't seem strong enough.
Wanting to kill, yet not wanting to kill, what was this person's mindset?
Moreover, few people in the imperial city possessed such formidable Qinggong.
Could it be Jian Wuying?
He had only gone back to bathe and change. Jian Wuying arrived so coincidentally just after he left!
Why would the number one assassin of Beiming come to assassinate Fu Ning, who was already critically ill and on the verge of death?
Chu Qianli wanted to kill Fu Ning, and Jian Wuying also wanted to kill Fu Ning... Did Chu Qianli and Jian Wuying now have some unspeakable relationship?
What about Xiao Yao? Where had she gone?