Fallen Imperial Consort from Heaven - C982 982 Triple Assassination

Shen Qin was greatly shocked by Yan Xiao’s furious roar and stared blankly for a long time before reacting. Only when a sharp pain came from his arm did she finally regain his senses.

This was the first time she had seen Yan Xiao this angry, especially when he was facing her, and she immediately felt wronged. While enduring the pain in her arm, she lowered her head and said: “This subordinate is fine, protecting the pavilion master is this subordinate’s responsibility, it’s good that the pavilion master is fine.”

Shen Qin’s voice was soft, and because he felt wronged, he lowered her voice even more. Yan Xiao had calmed down at this moment, and upon hearing her voice, realized that he was being too aggressive, and immediately regretted it.

The tight lines on his face softened a little. He softened his tone and said to Shen Qin: “Next time, I won’t be so reckless. These assassins won’t be able to do anything to me.”

“Yes, this subordinate will pay attention next time.”

Yan Xiao could clearly feel that Shen Qin had distanced herself from him again. The center of her brows suddenly furrowed, and then she said: “Your arm’s injured. Go back to your room, I’ll check your wound.”

“Yes.”

Shen Qin did not feel aggrieved, she knew clearly that her identity in front of Yan Xiao did not allow her to feel aggrieved, hence she obediently followed Yan Xiao back to her room.

Previously, when she saw that person rushing out from the corner to kill Yan Xiao, she did not have time to think too much. After kicking that person away, her arm was stabbed deeply into the ground.

Yan Xiao took the Golden Sore Medicine he brought with him and walked back to where she was sitting on a chair while he half-squatted beside her. He raised his head and said, “Release your hands.”

“Yes.”

Shen Qin released her hand. A large amount of blood flowed out from the wound that she had originally covered, but because she instantly lost control, she was unable to suppress it. Yan Xiao furrowed her brows, and then carefully poured the medicinal powder on top of her wound without batting an eyelid.

Shen Qin was in so much pain that she held her breath, subconsciously making a “hiss” sound, her body also trembling.

A hint of nervousness flashed past Yan Xiao’s eyes. He looked at her and asked, “Does it hurt?”

This subconscious nervousness made Shen Qin stare blankly for a moment, but she didn’t dare think too much about it. She immediately shook her head and said: “It’s okay, I can still endure.”

Yan Xiao laughed uncontrollably when she replied him. He was obviously in so much pain that he was about to bite his lips to the point that it seemed as if his heart wasn’t speaking out of his mouth.

Although he thought this in his heart, the movements of his hands became lighter and lighter.

After bandaging her wounds, Shen Qin heaved a sigh of relief. She looked up at Yan Xiao and said: “Many thanks, Pavilion Master.”

Hearing Shen Qin’s respectful and distant thanks, Yan Xiao was both unhappy and helpless. He turned around and gave her another set of clothes, and said: “Put your clothes on.”

Shen Qin looked at the wide set of clothes in front of him, and wanted to say “no need”, but she realised that on her injured arm just now, all of her sleeves had been ripped off by Yan Xiao, revealing a slim snow-white arm. There was even some blood on it, and it was exposed just like that.

He had been too preoccupied with the pain to realize it, but now, he noticed it. His face suddenly turned completely red.

“Many… “Thank you, Pavilion Master.”

She took the clothes from Yan Xiao’s hands and put it on in a flurry.

The more nervous she was, the harder it was for her to wear clothes. Yan Xiao shook his head helplessly, as he stepped forward and helped her to carefully put on the sleeves of her clothes.

As she watched Yan Xiao carefully roll up his sleeves and tie his belt, Shen Qin felt that his entire head was swollen, as if it was bloodshot and could spurt out blood at any time.

In fact, she didn’t even have the courage to speak to Yan Xiao again as she turned around and walked out.

Shen Qin was slender and tall, her height superior to ordinary women, but in front of a tall and slender man like Yan Xiao, it was not even worth looking at.

Seeing her pulling on her clothes and her flustered hands and feet, the corner of Yan Xiao’s lips hooked up indiscernibly. When Shen Qin opened the door, the person from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets appeared.

Seeing that Shen Qin was dressed in Yan Xiao’s clothes, and his face was so red that it seemed as if it had been steamed, their eyes that looked at Shen Qin all carried a sense of understanding and ambiguity.

These people were all very familiar with Shen Qin, and seeing them looking at him like that, Shen Qin felt even more ashamed, and quickly explained: “My clothes were torn by the pavilion master, so I borrowed his clothes to wear.”

Just as she finished explaining, Shen Qin wanted to bite off her tongue.

What do you mean her clothes were torn by the pavilion master?

It was better that she did not explain. Instead, this explanation made her feel as if she was depicting something darker and darker.

Sure enough, she looked at the “comrades” in front of her who had looks of “You don’t need to explain, I understand” on their faces. Shen Qin was anxious and angry at the same time, wanting to explain but was afraid that if she said something that would make others think twice, she might as well not say anymore.

Just at this time, Yan Xiao’s voice came from behind her, “Qin Er is injured, go back to your room and rest. All of you come in.”

Yan Xiao opened his mouth, and without question he helped Shen Qin. Shen Qin did not have the face to stay any longer, and stepped out of the door: “Many thanks Pavilion Master, this subordinate will take his leave.”

After Shen Qin left, the few of them put away the teasing expression on their faces and walked into the house with a serious face, “Pavilion Master.”

“Did you catch the killer?”

The smile on Yan Xiao’s face had disappeared long ago, it was no longer as gentle as before, and there were still a few traces of killing intent lingering on his face.

The few people in front of him all revealed looks of guilt, “Reporting to Pavilion Master, we did capture them, but before we could ask, they committed suicide.”

Yan Xiao’s reaction was not big, only that his pupils slightly shrank, as if he had guessed that it would be like this.

One could tell that these people were well-trained Death Soldiers with just their movements and abilities. If the ones surrounding him were not top tier experts, then he might not be able to escape tonight. But Qin Er, she …

The fingertip that Yan Xiao placed on his thigh trembled unnoticeably, and he inhaled a breath of cold air in fear.

Sure enough, the opponent’s target was not only number eight, but himself as well. If number nine was not in the capital, he would not have been spared either.

Wait! Old Nine?

Yan Xiao’s eyes flashed, as if he had suddenly thought of something.

Who said that Ol’nine was spared?

The year before last, when he led his troops to destroy bandits in the East China Sea, wasn’t he also ambushed?

Until now, the mastermind had yet to find out if these three assassinations were done by the same group of people.

First it was Ol ‘Nine, then Ol’ Eight and him, yet none of the three assassination attempts left any clues behind. The other party’s actions were clean and nimble, and he had no choice but to get someone to link these three assassinations together.

Seeing Yan Xiao remaining silent and not saying a word, the expressions of the rest of the people looked extremely secretive. They looked at each other, and one of them asked in a low voice: “Has the pavilion master thought of something?”