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Chen Bo shook his head. "That's not the case. The Nangong family has had a marriage alliance with the former imperial family, and although generations have passed, that unique constitution has manifested in you. The Heavenly Fragrance Life-Extending Technique not only records methods to treat Cold Poison but, more importantly, it conceals a secret that could shake the very foundation of the current imperial family."
"What secret?" Nangong Shuang pressed.
Chen Bo glanced around, lowering his voice even further. "The current emperor's grandfather, the late emperor, is not truly the Dragon Son of Heaven; he is..."
Suddenly, a bone-chilling wind swept in through the door, interrupting Chen Bo's words. The two turned alertly, and Nangong Shuang immediately stood up, positioning herself protectively in front of Chen Bo.
"Someone's coming," she whispered, her silver needles already prepared.
"This is bad!" Chen Bo exclaimed in terror. "They've found us! Miss, we must leave!"
"Who are they?" Nangong Shuang refused to budge. "We can leave together!"
"There's no time," Chen Bo urgently pulled out a bundle from his bosom and thrust it into Nangong Shuang's hands. "Miss, this is the only item I managed to preserve from the Nangong family over the years; it was entrusted to me by your father before he passed. Keep it safe; it can help you unlock the secret chamber of the Nangong Ancestral Home. The Heavenly Fragrance Life-Extending Technique is hidden there!"
Nangong Shuang took the bundle, feeling a hard object inside. "Chen Bo, who is chasing after the Nangong family?"
"The Shadow Pavilion!" Chen Bo gritted his teeth. "They are an assassin organization specifically tasked with eliminating dissenters for the imperial family. The entire Nangong family fell at their hands! And the mastermind behind it has close ties to the Xiao family!"
"The Xiao family?!" Nangong Shuang felt a jolt in her heart, recalling Xiao Zhongyan's words about how "the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold," and she couldn't help but feel suspicious. "Is it the head of the Xiao family or..."
Before she could finish her sentence, a flash of cold light suddenly shot in through the window, aimed directly at Chen Bo's back!
"Chen Bo, watch out!" Nangong Shuang shouted instinctively as she lunged toward the old man.
But she was too late; a dark arrow had already embedded itself deep into Chen Bo's back. He let out a muffled groan and staggered forward.
"Chen Bo!" Nangong Shuang caught him, her eyes wide with horror as she looked at the dark arrow tipped with black feathers.
"Miss... run..." Chen Bo struggled to utter a few words. "They... are after the Heavenly Fragrance Life-Extending Technique... you must... survive..."
Before he could finish speaking, his head drooped down as he breathed his last.
Nangong Shuang was heartbroken but knew this was not the time for grief. She gently laid Chen Bo's body down and quickly tucked the bundle into her bosom while keeping a vigilant eye on the window.
Several shadows flitted outside, and then the temple door was kicked open forcefully as several figures in black rushed in with sharp blades!
"We found her! It's Nangong Shuang!" one of them shouted fiercely. "Capture her alive!"
Nangong Shuang's eyes flashed with cold light as she gripped her silver needles tightly. "You want to catch me? You'll have to get past me first!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she flicked her wrist, sending five silver needles shooting out like meteors toward the vital points of the two foremost black-clad figures!
"Ah!" One man let out a muffled groan as he clutched his throat and fell down. The other narrowly dodged but still felt a needle pierce his shoulder, causing his arm to go numb immediately.
"Attack!" the leader of the black-clad men shouted angrily, and the remaining few lunged toward Nangong Shuang simultaneously.
Nangong Shuang moved like lightning, evading the frontal assault with agile twists and turns. With a flick of her sleeve, she scattered a cloud of white powder into the air, instantly enveloping the temple in a thick mist.
"Be careful! It's poison powder!" one of the black-clad men exclaimed in alarm.
The others quickly retreated, covering their mouths and noses. Seizing the opportunity, Nangong Shuang took out a small porcelain vial from her bosom and hurled it to the ground with force. The vial shattered, releasing a pungent smoke that intertwined with the white mist, transforming the entire temple into a chaotic haze.
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