TRT -Chapter 30 Assassination

The Big Fox looked at me without saying a word. He tossed me a small porcelain bottle for medicine, then turned around, lifted the carriage curtain, and got in.

He… that bastard! What does that mean?!!

Back in the carriage, I took the bottle to ask Ying, the closed-door disciple of our little miracle doctor.

He opened it, sniffed it, and said, “This is top-grade bruise-dispelling powder. It can also detoxify.”

He pulled back the curtain and glanced at the Fourth Prince’s departing convoy.

“So that man is the jerk who used your sister to trap you?”

“Yes. A despicable, shameless, heartless, unreasonable jerk who used my sister to detain me.”

Ying turned around, took my bruised wrist, and stared at me strangely.

“He doesn’t seem as cold toward you as you described…”

“Huh?”

After muttering that inexplicable sentence, Ying focused on applying medicine and fell silent.

What’s wrong with everyone today?

At dinner time, our convoy reached a steep mountain road. Beside us was a cliff!

The cliff face was sheer—perfect for an ambush.

Sure enough, right on cue, one of the classic elements of time-travel novels appeared:

A group of masked men in black.

As expected, everyone from Prince Luo’s residence was extraordinary.

The guards fought in an orderly manner.
The drivers skillfully changed formation.
Even the delicate maids didn’t panic or scream.

Xiao and I pressed against the window, murmuring:

“They really showed up!”

We looked at each other and exclaimed together:

“So cool!”

Question 1: Why do they wear black clothes?
Answer: At night, for camouflage. During the day, for style.

Question 2: Why do they cover their faces?
Answer: To match public taste.

Correct! Ten points!

Thank you! Thanks MTV! Thanks Phoenix TV! Thanks my agent! Mom and Dad, I love you!

“Minmin, hahaha—”

Guard Yang: “………………”

Outside, the battle was completely one-sided.

Before Prince Luo’s guardians even stepped in, most of the twenty-plus attackers were already defeated. None got within ten meters of the main carriage.

It was only a matter of time.

We watched like spectators at a martial arts movie, commenting and applauding. Ying showed his true nature as a hooligan fan.

Just when everyone thought it was over—

The situation changed!

“Fire!” Qingqing cried.

The rear and front of the convoy burst into flames!

The fire spread with the wind.
Horses panicked.
The formation collapsed.

People screamed and ran through the flames.

More masked men swarmed in and surrounded us.

Chaos erupted everywhere.

Looking at the fire, I suddenly felt something was wrong.

Very wrong.

As the flames neared our carriage, Guo’er drew his sword and grabbed me.

“Stay close!”

“No need to go out.”

I shook him off.

“Everyone, grab something and hold tight!”

Ying had already instructed the driver.

Smiling, he asked:

Question 3: What is a carriage for?
Answer: Escaping!

We smiled at each other.

Our carriage charged out like a tank.

The attackers guarding the road were knocked flying.

One unlucky guy got trampled and crushed.

So tragic…

We fled triumphantly—

Suddenly, Guo’er kicked Ying away.

An arrow pierced where he had been sitting.

They’re shooting arrows?!

Before I could finish being angry, Guo’er picked me up and jumped off the carriage.

“Idiot! Save Qingqing!”

“I’m responsible for you,” he said coldly.

Then I saw the carriage—
It had become a giant pincushion.

My heart sank.

“Qingqing! Ying!”

No response.

I panicked and ran back.

“I’m here…” Ying’s weak voice came from behind the wreckage.

Thank heavens—he was alive.

He was pinned under a dead horse, holding Qingqing.

“I saw her in the corner… grabbed her… jumped… too slow… got crushed… hurts…”

You idiot!

You can’t even do martial arts and you still tried to play hero!

I was furious and wanted to cry.

“Lift the horse!” I shouted.

Guo’er lifted it with brute strength.

Only then did I see—

Qingqing was fine.

But Ying had arrows in his shoulder and back.

His leg was crushed.

He couldn’t move.

I tried to pull them out but only worsened his pain.

Then someone shoved me aside.

Prince Luo dragged them out.

Even in disorder, he radiated authority.

“They’re all experts. We can’t hold long.”

“Guard Yang, lead. I’ll cover.”

“Go!”

I carried Qingqing.
Guo’er carried Ying.

We fled.

My legs nearly gave out.

But I clenched my teeth and kept going.

Guo’er supported me.

At a sharp turn, arrows flew at us!

One slipped through and came at me.

I dropped Qingqing and closed my eyes.

Then—

“It’s okay.”

Guo’er had caught the arrow barehanded.

Amazing.

More guardians arrived.

Guo’er threw Ying down and rejoined the fight.

Poor Ying lay helpless, even his sachet torn off.

Then two unexpected things happened.

First, Prince Luo suddenly froze, staring at Ying.

“You… you are…”

Second—

One guardian fired a hidden arrow at Prince Luo’s back!

Question 4: Why did the fire spread with the wind?
Answer: There was a traitor!

“Watch out—!!!”

I shoved Prince Luo away.

The recoil sent me stumbling—

And I fell off the cliff.

“Minmin!!!”

Three voices cried out.

Ying grabbed my wrist—

But he was too weak.

We both fell.

At first, I wasn’t worried.

In time-travel novels, people never really die from falling.

And Guo’er had jumped after me.

So I felt safe.

But—

A badly injured man had fallen with me.

Could Guo’er save both of us?

One of us was a 1.9-meter-tall man.

I didn’t want Ying to die.

But I didn’t want to die either.

Question 5:
When you and your best friend are both in mortal danger, and only one can be saved—

Who do you hope survives?