572. Assassin, Rong Fei's rescue

The third prince, who heard the news, quickly rushed to the bedroom of his father, Prince Fu Cheng. The third prince carefully checked the hidden weapons that hit the guards, and his eyebrows were frowned even tighter. Not long after, Prince Fu Cheng also rushed back from outside. The third prince quickly met and said respectfully, "Father."

Prince Fu Cheng glanced at the corpses of the guards on the ground with a gloomy face, who were blackened due to poisoning, "Is there any clue?"

The third prince handed a hidden weapon wrapped in a handkerchief to Prince Fu Cheng. "These assassins are not ordinary little thieves. They have clear goals, well-trained, and strict organization, and they all take vicious actions. The guards outside your hall are all elites selected by the royal guards, but these assassins can still lurk in without them at all. It can be seen that all the assassins are top experts, but they should not be targeting you, your father, otherwise they would not have taken action when you are not in Fu Cheng Palace. According to the surviving guards, seeing the assassin leaving with a big black bag, the son-in-law dares to ask your father, what treasures are lost in your palace?"

"Treasure?" Prince Fu Cheng was obviously completely confused. "There are treasures everywhere in my palace. How can I know which of those people are interested in? Manager Wang, please go and count them quickly and see what they lost?"

At this time, a guard ran over and said something to Prince Fu Cheng in a voice. Prince Fu Cheng's face suddenly changed drastically and he walked in quickly. The third prince knew something was wrong and hurriedly followed in...

Everyone came to a human-shaped bronze ware that had been opened. The third prince had never seen such a thing before and couldn't help but ask, "Father, what is this?"

Prince Fu Cheng said slowly, "Ten Thousand Needle Pendant. This is specially created by this king for Concubine Rong."

"Concubine Rong? The mother of the Thirteenth Brother!" The third prince was shocked. Although he knew that Concubine Rong would not have a good end in his father's hands, he did not expect that the father would have such a means torture her. "Father, are you saying Concubine Rong still alive? Are those assassins coming for her?"

Prince Fu Cheng nodded, "I originally thought she was just a person fighting alone, but I didn't expect that there was a person with such power behind her. It seems that I really underestimated her."

When the third prince heard that Concubine Rong was still alive, he felt like a huge stone was pressed down. With Concubine Rong's sinister personality, she would definitely not give up this time. She would definitely make a comeback and then become more serious in the Fucheng Palace, especially Manzhu.

The third prince said, "Please don't worry, my father, I will capture that daughter back. In addition, my son will also strengthen the vigilance of Fucheng Palace."

Prince Fu Cheng seemed to have not heard the third prince at all. He stroked the Wan Needle Gun, gently as if he was stroking his own child, and said slowly in his mouth, "What a pity, I haven't tortured enough. Go and do it quickly, remember, you must capture her alive. This place cannot be empty like this."

Prince Fu Cheng's perversion made the third prince frown slightly again, "Yes, my son is leaving."

At this time, in a remote courtyard in Duke Qiao's mansion, several men in black threw the bag in their hands on the ground, then untied it. As the bag fell off, an ugly and vicissitudes of face appeared from it. Da Qiao waved his hand gently, "Go back and thank you for your master."

Several men in black nodded, and disappeared into the night as if they were Tathagata!

A blood and stench hit the face. Da Qiao couldn't help but cover her nose lightly, and looked at the old woman on the ground with disgust, with a look of contempt and sarcasm on her clothes, "I really didn't expect that you are still alive. Queen Rong, how about you?"

Concubine Rong looked up at the beauty in front of her, and a gloomy smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Who am I thinking I think it is? It was originally Miss Qiao's family. I said Miss Qiao, is it that handsome and handsome Ninth Prince who doesn't want you? You changed your taste and are interested in an old and ugly old woman like me! My old woman can't marry you."

The ugly woman mentioned the Ninth Prince, which hit Da Qiao's pain. Da Qiao's eyes twitched and said angrily, "Don't forget, I saved you. From now on, your life is mine. You have to do whatever I want you to do. You must know that without this Miss, you can't do anything," Da Qiao glanced at the wounds all over her body and said with a sneer, "I think you should have already experienced this."

Concubine Rong wanted to stand up by herself, but the injuries all over her body made her fall to the ground again. She thought in her mind that the people in Fucheng Palace must have caught her everywhere now. It is definitely not safe for her to go out. Now she can only stay here first. This is really a person who is under the roof and has to bow his head. "Miss Qiao, you are right. Our purpose is the same! As long as you can take revenge, I don't mind who you cooperate with or who you listen to!"

"Very good. From now on, you can only stay in this yard and don't leave the yard for a step. I will ask a maid to send you food and medicine regularly."

"Where is this place? Is it safe?" This is the question that Rong Fei is most concerned about now.

"This is my home. This courtyard was lived in before that bitch Manzhu lived in before. It was very remote. Now this courtyard is vacant and no one will come here. You can rest assured."

"Don't worry, don't worry. Your Miss Qiao said it was safe, what else is there to worry about when you are old!"

"You'd better recover your injuries sooner. You can't avenge you like this!"

"Don't worry about this. When it comes to revenge, I'm even more anxious than you!"

It was already past Yin hour, which was the darkest time before dawn. The dark and deep night sky enveloped this depressing land, as if it was going to devour everything in this world...

The following days were quite peaceful. Da Qiao had the token given by Concubine Tang to enter and exit the palace freely. In the past few days, she ran to the palace almost every day, talking and laughing with Concubine Tang every day, which was a scene of deep sisterhood. Concubine Rong, who had saved her life, began to concentrate on recuperating her body, because she knew that the torture of the Wan Needle Gun had already cost her half her life. If she accidentally recuperated, she might never be able to stand up and walk. And

As for Manzhu, she hasn't gone out for several days because of the excessive "passion" of the world heritage. Chunxiang's wounds have been healed, but because the wound is too deep, the scar has finally fallen. Although the scar is now very shallow and light, it can still be seen at a glance. Because of this scar, she is even more inferior now. The wound on her face can heal, but the wound in her heart can never heal. The ruthless refusal of the third prince shattered her heart a few days ago.
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