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Xiao Zhongyan shook his head. "Not only that. I hope to uncover the truth and bring the real culprit to justice. Moreover..." He glanced at Nangong Shuang, a complex light flickering in his eyes. "I owe a debt of gratitude to the Nangong Family."
"Gratitude?" Nangong Shuang asked, puzzled.
Xiao Zhongyan slowly recounted, "Ten years ago, I participated in capturing members of the Nangong Family with my father, but I was injured by stray arrows. Your father disregarded his own safety to treat my wounds and escorted me out of danger. He knew I was the enemy's son yet still saved my life. This debt of gratitude has always been etched in my heart."
Nangong Shuang was taken aback; it turned out that Xiao Zhongyan had a history with her father! Her father's magnanimity had left a lasting impression on the young Xiao Zhongyan, becoming his motivation to later assist the Nangong Family.
"Now, I support the Crown Prince in reopening this case because I hope to restore justice for the Nangong Family," Xiao Zhongyan said sincerely. "Moreover, I believe that only by uncovering the truth can we truly alleviate the Cold Poison within you."
Nangong Shuang pondered: The Medical Book mentioned that the Five Qi Returning to Origin Method required specific environments and herbs. Perhaps Xiao Zhongyan could help her find these rare materials.
Just as she was about to speak, a faint rustling sound came from the plum grove, like branches snapping underfoot.
Xiao Zhongyan's expression changed instantly as he quickly stood up and gestured for silence. He crept to the edge of the pavilion, alertly scanning the surroundings.
At that moment, a cold arrow shot through the air, aimed directly at Nangong Shuang's back!
"Watch out!" Xiao Zhongyan shouted, leaping towards Nangong Shuang and pushing her to the ground.
Nangong Shuang barely registered a blur before hearing a whoosh; an arrow grazed Xiao Zhongyan's shoulder and embedded itself in a pillar of the pavilion!
"There are assassins!" Xiao Zhongyan whispered, drawing his short sword and warily looking in the direction from which the arrow had come.
Nangong Shuang quickly scrambled to her feet and retrieved several silver needles from her sleeve, preparing to confront their attackers.
The plum grove fell silent, with only the soft rustle of wind through the flowers. Just as they were on high alert, several arrows suddenly flew in from all directions!
"Ambush!" Xiao Zhongyan's face changed dramatically as he swung his sword to block while protecting Nangong Shuang.
Seeing this, Nangong Shuang took out a pouch of powder from her Medicine Pouch and threw it into the air. The powder quickly spread through the air, forming an invisible barrier. Several arrows passed through it and inexplicably changed direction, falling harmlessly to the ground!
"What an impressive powder!" Xiao Zhongyan exclaimed.
Without time for explanation, Nangong Shuang took out another pouch of Zui Hun San and hurled it toward where the arrows had come from. The powder exploded in mid-air, creating a cloud of white smoke that rapidly spread deeper into the plum grove.
Soon after, muffled groans echoed from within the grove, followed by the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground.
"They fell for it!" Nangong Shuang said solemnly. "This Zui Hun San is colorless and odorless; those who inhale it will be unconscious for two hours. We need to leave here quickly!"
Xiao Zhongyan nodded in agreement and grabbed Nangong Shuang's hand as they hurried away from the pavilion towards Mei Garden.
However, suddenly a figure clad in black appeared on the path ahead, wielding a long sword and blocking their way!
"Nowhere to run!" The black-clad figure sneered as sword light flashed, aiming directly for Nangong Shuang's throat!
In a moment of desperation, Xiao Zhongyan stepped forward, his short sword clashing against the black-clad figure as they engaged in fierce combat. The glint of the blade was like snow, and his movements were as swift as lightning. The two exchanged blows relentlessly.
Seeing that Xiao Zhongyan was struggling to gain the upper hand, Nangong Shuang realized that the black-clad man was exceptionally skilled and not to be underestimated. Quietly, she retrieved a silver needle as fine as a hair from her sleeve, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Just as Xiao Zhongyan was forced back two steps, Nangong Shuang flicked her wrist, sending the silver needle shooting out like a meteor, aimed directly at the vital point on the back of the black-clad man's neck.
The black-clad man seemed to sense the danger and hurriedly dodged, but the needle still grazed his neck, leaving a small trail of blood.
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