Inside the palace hall.
Nan Gong Mo, having not slept all night and suffering from the effects of the poison within his body, finally lay down to rest at the fifth watch of the night.
Outside the door, Bai Qi stood guard personally.
Leaning against the door, resting with his eyes closed, a guard rushed over. After explaining the situation outside the door, Bai Qi frowned and roared, "Are you all useless? Anyone can come and provoke us, and you don't know how to fight back? Why are you reporting this?"
The guard scratched his head, "But that person's skills are very good, I am not his match."
Bai Qi was enraged, "Useless, let's go!"
With that, Bai Qi walked towards the outside of the mansion.
The guard followed closely, asking softly on the way, "Brother Bai, should we report this matter to the Prince and let him decide?"
"Report what? To bother the Prince with such a trivial matter, are you tired of living?"
His master had suffered from the poison within his body all night, and had finally managed to rest. He certainly would not let anyone disturb his master.
Bai Qi led the guard out of the mansion. As soon as they emerged, they saw a man in a black robe vigorously slapping the face of a guard lying on the ground.
"Hey, wake up, if you don't wake up, I'll kill you directly."
"Bold scoundrel, daring to cause trouble on the territory of the Ninth Prince's mansion, you're simply courting death!"
Hearing the crude curses, Bai Qi drew his saber without a second thought and slashed fiercely at Duan Xifeng.
The sudden killing intent made Duan Xifeng immediately vigilant. He quickly got up and leaped into the air, "If you want to kill me, you have to see if I'm willing!"
As he turned, his back met the sheathed famous sword behind him. He took it in his hand and thrust it towards Bai Qi.
With a few gusts of wind, the fierce winds blew, and two figures, one black and one white, began to fight outside the gates of the Ninth Prince's mansion.
Nan Gong Li, with Du Chun slung around his neck, returned from the wine house after drinking all night.
The two were stunned when they saw the thrilling scene outside the Ninth Prince's mansion.
"What is this?" Nan Gong Li still held half a jar of wine in his arms.
Du Chun pushed him away and pointed at Bai Qi, who was fighting, "Are you blind? Isn't it obvious? After so many years, another woman seeking death has come. However, this woman is quite clever to bring a skilled martial artist. Judging by the momentum, Bai Qi will be fighting for a while."
Saying that, Du Chun poked Nan Gong Li, "Guess, which desperate young lady is this?"
Nan Gong Li glanced at the flower sedan chair, the clothes on it swaying in the wind.
The moment the corner of the clothes was lifted by the wind, the corner of the red veil covering the woman's head also lifted, and her delicate profile entered Nan Gong Li's sight.
Even so, Nan Gong Li still did not recognize the person in the sedan chair, only feeling that the woman in the sedan chair looked very familiar.
"Hmm... I, this Prince, think that the woman in the sedan chair might be my unruly and willful imperial sister? In this world, only my imperial sister has such courage to court death like this."
"That's nonsense! Look there."
Du Chun pointed to a woman in the distance, hiding in the crowd and looking this way.
The woman was wearing a floor-length pink narcissus dress with green leaves. Several plainclothes guards and a maid dressed in ordinary clothes followed her.
As the woman looked this way, she had a fierce look, as if she wanted to rush over. If it weren't for the maid desperately holding her back, she would have already rushed over.
Who else could this reckless person be but his imperial sister, Nan Gong Xuan Ning?
Nan Gong Li withdrew his gaze and even wiped his eyes with Du Chun's sleeve. He said, "It seems it's not her, then who could it be?"
Suddenly.
A heavy object smashed into him, spilling the wine in his arms. He caught "the object" and was greatly surprised, "Bai Qi!"
Bai Qi's face was slightly pale, his saber was broken in half, and his abdomen was pierced by a sword, his blood staining his clothes.
"Damn it! You're courting death!"
Nan Gong Li threw the injured Bai Qi to Du Chun, then drew a folding fan from his waist and leaped lightly, engaging Duan Xifeng, who was trying to disengage.
He turned the fan, pressed the button at the bottom of the handle, and several pear blossom needles shot towards Duan Xifeng.
Duan Xifeng was startled, quickly dodged with his sword, "Hey, brother, do you have to be so serious? Today is your Prince's wedding with my grand-nephew Gu Qianying. Are you sure you still want to continue fighting me?"
"Nonsense! You injured my man and you want to let it go? Watch how I take your dog's head off and send you to a place with no burial!"
Nan Gong Li gave Duan Xifeng no chance to joke or seek peace, and naturally did not hear the latter half of Duan Xifeng's words.
Although his martial arts were not as good as his Ninth Imperial Uncle's, he had many hidden weapons on him.
After a few pear blossom needles fell to the ground, Nan Gong Li directly used another hidden weapon behind him.
A dart poisoned with Crane's Crest Red!
Swish!
Nan Gong Li threw two darts.
As Duan Xifeng dodged, he also used his long sword to continue sparring with Nan Gong Li.
Originally, he felt a little guilty for accidentally injuring someone from the Ninth Prince's mansion. Today, it was his grand-nephew's wedding, and there should be no bloodshed.
However, the opponent was aggressive, and every move was vicious. Besides self-preservation, a proper counterattack was understandable. But who would have thought that the opponent was not one person fighting him, but several, one after another, and each one more ruthless than the last.
Even for him, who had decent martial arts skills, facing one opponent after another, and in a situation where each was more ruthless than the last, he felt somewhat overwhelmed.
The beads of sweat on his forehead revealed his poor state at the moment.
Nan Gong Li naturally noticed the abnormality in the opponent's moves during their fight.
A sneer curled up on his lips, and he shouted coldly, "Die!"
As the darts swarmed around him, Nan Gong Li turned the other button at the bottom of his fan handle.
A folding fan transformed into a sharp short sword.
Holding the short sword, Nan Gong Li stabbed towards Duan Xifeng's chest when Duan Xifeng was unable to pay attention to him.
Suddenly.
The top of the flower sedan chair was lifted open.
A figure in red leaped into the air.
The red veil fell with the wind the moment the woman leaped up.
"Stop!"
With a shout.
The woman stood between Nan Gong Li and Duan Xifeng.
She raised her palm, used her internal energy, and struck Nan Gong Li's shoulder, then smoothly snatched the short sword from his hand.
Nan Gong Li was sent flying half a zhang away.
"Who is so reckless..."
The words in his mouth stopped abruptly when he saw who it was.
"Gu... Gu Qianying! Why is it... you?"
Due to extreme shock, Nan Gong Li's speech became stammering.
Meanwhile, Du Chun, supporting the injured Bai Qi, and the two of them were no less shocked than Nan Gong Li when they saw that it was Gu Qianying who had emerged from the flower sedan chair.
All three were stunned.
At this moment, Duan Xifeng retracted his weapon and continued to hide behind Gu Qianying.
Gu Qianying glanced towards Du Chun, then looked at Nan Gong Li's face, "Third Prince, long time no see."
"You're the one who vowed to marry my Ninth Imperial Uncle?"
Gu Qianying's tone was faint, "Yes."
"Miss Gu, you... this is too unexpected! You... haven't you been missing for many days? You are..."
Gu Qianying ignored Nan Gong Li's questions and only turned to walk towards Du Chun and Bai Qi.
"Bai Qi, is your injury serious?"
The familiar voice and tone pulled Bai Qi and Du Chun out of their daze.
"It's nothing, he's fine."
Nan Gong Li walked over and quickly said.
If his Ninth Imperial Uncle knew that they had almost ruined his marriage with Miss Gu today, he would surely kill them.
"Here, this will heal your wounds."
Gu Qianying casually took out a small bottle of medicinal powder and threw it into Bai Qi's arms.
Bai Qi held the small bottle of medicinal powder, stunned for a moment.
"Bai Qi, where is your Prince?"
Given the commotion outside the mansion, Nan Gong Mo's absence and failure to send anyone to investigate made Gu Qianying somewhat puzzled.
"My Prince is resting in his room."
"Go and ask him to come out to welcome the bride. Also, tell him that I can make the wet nurse in the mansion, who has an incurable disease, live to be a hundred years old."
After speaking, Gu Qianying re-covered herself with the red veil, returned to the sedan chair, and instructed the sedan bearers to wait in place.