However, reality didn't allow her the luxury of any neglect. She barely had time to rest when suddenly, a 'whoosh'—a cold arrow shot straight through the hall, hitting right above the bed canopy, frightening Tangyuan into an immediate scream. Fortunately, even though Qingfeng Mingyue were not present, the Hidden Guards were. As the sound of sword clashing against sword echoed from outside, countless cold arrows had already been shot into the room, and the most terrifying thing was that some of the arrows were coated with flammable oil.
She felt darkness creeping into her vision, cursing under her breath as she looked at the still unconscious Rong Heng, "You really are a curse in my life!"
"Miss Tang, hurry, carry our master on your back. We'll protect and escort you two out first."
"What? Me carry him?"
