C45 Part3

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The morning glow resembled a brocade of clouds, decorating the Imperial Palace, Qingyuan Hall with its radiant glow and splendor.

Princess Zhaohua walked into the Qingyuan Hall with her Palace servants, but only two close court-ladies followed her into the Sleeping Hall of the Emperor.

Emperor Murong Cheng had just got up, and his close court-lady Yuan Shun was waiting to help His Majesty wash.

"This Daughter pays her homages to her Emperor Father."

Murong Chang smiled and bowed, then sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled his sleeves and smiled:

"The Emperor Father looks good today."

He stroked his daughter's head lovingly and smiled:

"Really? Somehow, I feel that today is more refreshing than before."

"Emperor Father, it must be a lucky sign from the heavens, and with God's blessing all the the monsters and evil spirits must have retreated."

"As long as you stay in the Palace obediently and don't make me worry about you, I will be healed naturally."

"Yes, this Daughter is worried about the Emperor Father.

From now on I will be a dignified Princess that shows as an example for women in the country."

She smiled beautifully.

"Ha ha ha..."

Murong Cheng laughed loudly, with his face rejoiced.

"Emperor Father, this Daughter made this almond butter soup personally for you, so please try and have a taste of it."

Murong Chang took the cup from Yuan Shun, the Emperor close court-lady.

"Oh, it must have taken you effort to cook for this Emperor, washing your hands and making soup."

He laughed and said, quite surprised,

"You're such a blessing."

"Of course I tried my best, you know?

Emperor Father, please hurry up and try it.

This is the first time that I have done this.

Emperor Father let me know how it tastes."

She smiled softly.

Murong Cheng took one sip after another, frowning slightly.

At this time, a servant came in quietly, holding a vermilion lacquered wooden case in both hands, with His Majesty's breakfast on it.

Murong Chang frowned in disappointment,

"Emperor Father,...is it awful?"

Murong Cheng smiled and encouraged,

"It's okay, it was the first time you made it.

It's a difficult skill."

Yuan Shun reminded:

"Your Majesty, it's time for breakfast."

She stood up and took the remaining soup cup,

"Emperor Father, you'd better have breakfast.

Your Daughter will leave first."

Murong Cheng smiled and nodded.

The servant lowered his head slightly, and stepped forward, carrying the breakfast case.

Yuan Shun realized that something was wrong and whispered to him:

"Don't you know the Palace rules?

Just give me His Majesty's breakfast, and leave, okay?"

The attendant didn't show signs of wanting to hand over the breakfast case.

Yuan Shun felt even more strange.

She was about to stop him from getting closer to the dragon bed, and....

At this moment-

A silver light flashed like a shock.

A dagger was stabbed, quickly, like a sharp wind, towards Murong Cheng who was sitting on the dragon couch.

Murong Cheng was stunned in shock, and stepped back subconsciously.

Meanwhile, the assassin servant came closer again.

Like a lightning and flint, the servant showed a ferocious look, and pierced the dagger into his flesh and blood.

"--!!!"

However, it was not Murong Cheng's chest that was pierced, but Yuan Shun's shoulders!

Yuan Shun was taken aback, and it was already too late to stop the servant, so all she could do was using her own body to save His Majesty.

The blood spurted out, and blood drops splashed onto the servant's face, like a warm touch.

"There's an assassin!

Someone come now! There's an assassin!"

Murong Cheng yelled in horror and fled to the side of the dragon bed in a panic.

The servant didn't succeed in his assassination, and his hostile aura turned into a violent murderous aura.

He stepped on the dragon couch to pursue Murong Cheng.

Regardless of the serious injury to her left shoulder, Yuan Shun grabbed the assassin tightly to prevent him from hurting His Majesty,

"Someone come here... !

There's an assassin...!"

Yuan Shun was still dragging him tightly when the assassin slapped Yuan Shun's chest with a palm, and bright blood gushed out of her mouth and falling all over.

Murong Cheng shrank in the corner of the dragon couch, trembling with horror with his face as pale as death.

"You incapable ruler, die!"

The assassin sneered at Murong Cheng who was cornered and shivering, and then slapped his palm sharply, with a white stern strike towards him.

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END of CHAPTER 45 PART 3

.....................to be continued