On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 2258 The Princess intervenes to save lives

Yan Ruyu quickly took out the blood type testing tool and drew a small amount of blood from the seriously injured constable for testing.

While waiting for the results, she applied medicine and gauze, exited the space, and quickly stopped the bleeding and bandaged the constable.

After all this was done, the blood type test results came back.

Yan Ruyu re-entered the space, retrieved the matching blood and transfusion equipment, quickly connected them, and began transfusing blood to the constable.

It was the abbot who reminded her to prepare blood. Since she often dealt with the wounded, there would definitely be many times when she needed blood, so it would be better to prepare some for emergencies.

Normally, Song Ping and Yin Ding take turns donating blood.

This time, it finally came in handy.

Yan Ruyu watched the constable's expression and the speed of the blood transfusion intently, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

The atmosphere outside the side courtyard was equally tense at that moment.

Huo Changhe also rushed over and was standing in the courtyard, his brows furrowed as he asked the constable who had fought the assassin, "What did that assassin look like? What was his martial arts style? Did he have any distinctive features?"

Despite his injuries, the constable recalled carefully: "He was wearing a black outfit, his face was covered, only his eyes were visible, and his eyes were very fierce."

His martial arts style was unpredictable, his attacks were swift and ruthless, each move potentially fatal; he didn't seem to be a local martial arts practitioner.

Huo Changhe nodded and then asked, "Which direction did he escape in? Did he leave any clues?"

"They fled westward. We chased them for a while, but couldn't catch up."

"He moved too quickly and left no obvious clues, only a few drops of blood on the ground, which must have been from a cut on his arm by our men during the fight," another constable added.

Just as Huo Changhe was about to ask another question, he saw Governor Cao rush over with a group of yamen runners, his face full of guilt and anger.

"Your Highness, it was my negligence that allowed the assassin to take advantage of the situation and even injure my brothers!"

I've already ordered the governor's mansion and the surrounding streets to be cordoned off. Even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, we must find that assassin!

Huo Changhe glanced at him and said in a deep voice, "Prefect Cao, there is no need to blame yourself. The most urgent task is to catch the killer and prevent him from doing evil again."

He's injured; he can't have gone far. Increase the search efforts.

Governor Cao quickly replied, "Yes! I'll make the arrangements right away!"

As they were talking, Yan Ruyu came out of the house, and Huo Changhe quickly went to greet her.

Yan Ruyu nodded to Huo Changhe, then looked around at everyone and said, "He is out of danger, but don't go to see him for now. We need to arrange for someone to take care of him and change his dressings."

Cui Chong immediately replied, "Your Highness, rest assured, this humble servant will make the arrangements."

All the constables and yamen runners from the governor's mansion bowed in unison: "Thank you, Your Highness!"

“Please rise, everyone,” Yan Ruyu said. “There’s no need for that.”

In fact, the injury to the yamen runner was also related to the Prince's Mansion; they were implicated as well.

Huo Changhe and Yan Ruyu walked slowly back to the Prince's Mansion to rest.

"He had already left, why did he come back?" Yan Ruyu asked, puzzled.

Huo Changhe said in a low voice, "There must be a reason why we have no choice but to go back."

He paused in his tracks: "Could it be that you suspect the person who killed the body double?"

Yan Ruyu shook her head thoughtfully: "Probably not. If they suspected this, they could have waited outside and waited for the body to be carried out. Why would they have to come in and risk their lives?"

Huo Changhe nodded: "That makes sense."

He frowned: "Could it be that they want to create another Zhou Zhenghang, they want to..."

Yan Ruyu exclaimed in unison, "That mask!"

The two of them understood each other implicitly and guessed the answer.

The assassin staggered back to the side room in the backyard of Miaoyinfang, slammed the door shut behind him, pressed his back against the door panel, and his chest heaved violently.

He was also injured in the alley outside the governor's prison. The wound on his left arm was still throbbing. It was cut open with a knife by a fearless constable during the fight, and the wound was so deep that the bone was visible.

He dared not delay, took out the wound medicine and strips of cloth he always carried with him from his pocket, gritted his teeth and sprinkled the powder on the wound. The stinging sensation spread instantly, making him gasp.

He quickly wrapped the bandage with strips of cloth, his movements swift yet efficient. Just as he finished tying the last knot, a soft knock came from the door.

The assassin's heart tightened, and he instinctively gripped the short knife hidden at his waist, asking in a low voice, "Who?"

"It's me." A maid's soft voice came from outside the door, carrying a familiar coolness.

The assassin frowned slightly, not expecting it to be her.

He composed himself, released his grip on the knife, his face regained its composure, opened the door, and asked nonchalantly, "What is it?"

The maid stood at the door, her gaze sweeping across his face before casually glancing at his left arm, a cryptic smile playing on her lips: "Aren't you going to invite me in to talk?"

The assassin stepped aside to let her into the room and closed the door behind him.

The moment the latch was closed, a chill ran down his spine as a cold dagger pressed against his lower back.

The assassin was taken aback, his body tensing instantly, but he didn't move rashly. He said in a deep voice, "What are you doing?"

The maid didn't speak, but reached out with her other hand and swiftly tore open the sleeve of his left arm, revealing the newly bandaged strip of cloth, which was already stained with dark red blood.

"What is this?" the maid asked softly, with a hint of sarcasm.

The assassin forced himself to calm down, his tone steady: "I was accidentally scratched in prison. Not all the constables in the governor's mansion are useless."

"Oh?" The maid chuckled, pushing the dagger forward a little more. "Didn't you say when you reported that you killed the person silently?"

The assassin remained expressionless, his eyes showing no flicker: "In short, the person is dead, the mission is complete."

Who wouldn't want to present things in a more appealing way and impress the girl?

The maid took a step forward, instantly closing the distance between them. The faint fragrance emanating from her made the assassin catch his breath.

"Then tell me, have you gotten into trouble? Are the people outside looking for you?"

The assassin's heart skipped a beat, and a look of surprise crossed his face: "What, people outside?"

"The streets are swarming with constables, searching house to house." The maid's voice was low. "Someone broke into the governor's prison, attempting a breakout, and even killed three constables—two dead and one seriously injured. Do you think you could have done this?"

"Impossible!" the assassin retorted instinctively, his tone urgent. "I only seriously injured one person, the other two were only slightly injured, no one died at all..."

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, only then realizing with a start that he had let something slip in his haste.

The maid let out a cold laugh, her voice full of sarcasm: "It seems you really did make a mistake."

The assassin's hand stealthily reached for the short knife at his waist, his fingertips brushing against the cold hilt, several thoughts racing through his mind.

Kill the maid to silence her?

But she was Miaoqin's most trusted confidante, and if she died, Miaoqin would definitely investigate to the end.

If we don't kill her, she will find out about her mistake, and if she reports it to Miaoqin, the consequences will be just as dire.

"What? You want to kill me to silence me?" The maid seemed to see through his thoughts, her tone slightly mocking, but she didn't loosen her grip on the dagger pressed against his lower back.

The assassin pursed his lips and remained silent, but tightened his grip on the knife hilt, his gaze growing increasingly serious.