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Chapter 1167 - 1079 Assassination

Chapter 1167: Chapter 1079 Assassination

Su Pan’er once again picked up the jasmine tea and drank three cups in succession before turning the cup upside down for everyone to see, then set the cup down.

She turned to look at Little Yanyan.

"How is it? The Empress Mother has been punished, so my little Yanyan should be happy now, right?"

"Happy, of course, I’m happy! Empress Mother, Little Yanyan is sure to beat you at pitch-pot today."

Little Yanyan, brimming with pride, took hold of Su Pan’er’s hand again, wanting her help in strategizing: "Empress Mother, come watch Little Yanyan play pitch-pot! Just once, just one look, please!"

"Don’t pull, don’t pull anymore. You go play pitch-pot, and the Empress Mother will stand here and watch, how about that?"

This child really was sturdy—how had she not noticed before?

Brother Jing, who had been following Little Yanyan at her heels, now wore a face full of starry eyes, clearly admiring Little Yanyan’s skill at pitch-pot as closely as he could.

"Empress Mother look at me, this is how Little Yanyan plays pitch-pot."

Little Yanyan, full of pep, leaped around. She picked up an arrow and stood on the pitch-pot line, gesturing for quite a while, as if pondering something or worried about missing her shot, hesitating to throw.

Everyone was captivated by her movements, their attention focused entirely on Little Yanyan.

Suddenly, an inexplicable sensation came over Su Pan’er, and her ears twitched slightly as she subconsciously turned to look in the other direction.

An arrow pierced through the air, aimed directly at her position!

Su Pan’er’s eyes instantly narrowed to slits, her gaze locked on the oncoming arrow.

The arrow hurtled towards her with ferocious momentum, aimed at both her and Little Yanyan. If she were lucky enough to dodge, the arrow would surely strike Little Yanyan’s back by its trajectory. If she did not move, the arrow would undoubtedly pierce through her chest!

What a cunning move—two birds with one arrow!

A myriad of thoughts flashed through Su Pan’er’s mind; while seeming slow, it was all within the blink of an eye. Su Pan’er had already made her decision.

She slightly sidestepped, her Inner Strength suddenly mobilized, fully concentrated in her hand...

Now was the moment!

As slow to speak as it was quick to act,

she raised her hand and, following the momentum, she grabbed the arrow. The powerful inertia shook her body fiercely, causing her to stagger and bump into Little Yanyan.

And just as the arrow was flying toward them, the arrow in Little Yanyan’s hand was also thrown...

Her body also tilted forward, taking a small step.

Coincidentally, as Su Pan’er collided with her, Little Yanyan was knocked to the ground.

Cold sweat instantly rolled down Su Pan’er’s forehead!

It had been too close for comfort!

Her eyes cold and piercing as if they could freeze the air around her, and naturally, someone in the crowd realized something was wrong, scaring them into holding their breath.

Suddenly, cheers erupted from the crowd.

"Hit! It’s a hit! The First Princess scored at pitch-pot, wonderful!"

The sounds of cheering smothered the cries of alarm.

Su Pan’er managed to steady herself and gestured for silence to the crowd.

Patriach Su and others who sensed something was amiss looked grim, holding back their impulse to rush over and said nothing more.

But Mrs. Su-Hua was utterly frightened!

She rushed out from the crowd at once, supporting Su Pan’er: "Pan’er, Empress, are you alright? Empress..."

"I’m fine."

Su Pan’er gently patted Mrs. Su-Hua’s hand, signaling for her to be quiet.

Then she turned and gave a slight nod to Jiu Lan beside her.

Jiu Lan’s face was so pale it was almost gray. She had already failed to fully protect her yesterday, and today had allowed the Empress to be frightened as she was. This time, she was afraid she wouldn’t get away with just deserts!

In her heart, she cursed the outlaw who had taken action in secret to exhaustion.

In the shadows, however, she had already ordered her people to capture the culprit.

As soon as the arrow had been loosed, secret guards had already leaped out from their hidden spots. Some headed toward the Side Hall, while others chased deep into the garden. Whether they would catch anyone depended on their skills.

"Oh my! Empress Mother, you bumped into Little Yanyan. Empress Mother, you’re so naughty!"

Knocked to the ground by Su Pan’er, Little Yanyan struggled to get up. She opened her palm to reveal a slight scraping of skin and looked pitifully at Su Pan’er.

"Look, Empress Mother, look..."

"It’s Empress Mother’s fault, I accidentally bumped into you. Come, let Empress Mother blow on it, blow on it and it won’t hurt anymore. Ah!"

As she spoke, she still had a smile on her face as she bent down to blow on the injury.

Behind her, the secret guards who had emerged from the shadows surrounded Su Pan’er and the First Princess, not darring to relax for a moment.

The guts of this outlaw were truly audacious!

Unexpectedly daring to attempt an assassination within the palace, they must truly be tired of living.

"How is it, does it still hurt?"

Su Pan’er had ordered Jiu Lan to fetch the medicated cream, and while waiting, she shared the news of the shot had taken.

"Empress Mother also got excited upon seeing you hit the target, and impulsively wanted to rush over to see, causing you to fall. It’s Empress Mother’s fault."

"It’s nothing, just a little skin break. No blood was drawn, Empress Mother, you can rest assured!"

Little Yanyan comforted Su Pan’er, then turned back to brag proudly to everyone, "See? Didn’t I say I could hit the target? Look, hee hee... Is there anyone else who wants to try their hand at Pitch-Pot? Be quick about it!"

After such a serious assassination attempt, several onlookers who had seen and understood what happened politely declined to participate. Those few who hadn’t noticed any abnormalities and hadn’t seen what happened either continued playing or were pulled aside by those in the know.

By the time Jiu Lan brought over the medicated cream, the Pitch-Pot game had already ended. Unsurprisingly, the victor was Little Yanyan’s team.

Jiu Lan secretly gave a signal and presented the medicated cream with both hands, speaking in detail, "Your servant went to the Warm Pavilion and fetched the medicated cream. On the way, I ran into Zhang, the Commander, who heard that today is the First Princess’s birthday and even clamored about wanting a cup of wine."

A glint flashed in Su Pan’er’s eyes, "It’s thoughtful of Zhang, the Commander."

She casually took the medicated cream and applied it to Little Yanyan.

"This Side Hall is indeed splendid, but it’s truly a bit cold. Why don’t we move to the Warm Pavilion, where it’s warmer?"

No matter whether the outlaw could be caught or not, since this place had been marked by the outlaw, there was no guarantee that there wouldn’t be a second or third assassination attempt. She herself might manage alone, but now there were Little Yanyan and others present, and if anything happened, she would never forgive herself.

"Indeed, it is a bit cold here. My old bones are becoming more and more chilly," commented Patriach Su as he was the first to agree with her.

With his voice of approval, everyone naturally had no objections about moving to the Warm Pavilion.

The Warm Pavilion, being regularly inhabited, naturally had a more extensive arrangement of secret guards compared to the side palace hall.

But there was a certain distance between the Warm Pavilion and the side palace hall, neither short nor neglectable.

On usual days, this distance wouldn’t account for much, but now, it was a matter of life and death.

Using the excuse of taking care of Little Yanyan’s "injured" hand, Su Pan’er personally led her. Everyone slowly left the side palace hall.

Little Yanyan suddenly stopped in her tracks, looking back hesitantly, as if trying to make sense of something puzzling.

"Empress Mother, Yan Yan feels like..."

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