Chapter 11 — I Agree To Give Up The Marriage, But No One Knows I'm Smiling

Almost doesn't make any noise. He walked straight towards my bed. Getting closer and closer. I even smelled the faint scent of blood on his body. He stopped in front of my bed. I could feel his cold eyes intently observing me. It seemed like he was confirming whether I was truly asleep or not. At moment later. He slowly raised one hand. A ray of cold light flashed under the moonlight. It was a sharp dagger. Aim straight for my chest. Aggressively crash down! This is the moment! I suddenly opened my eyes, my body took an almost unimaginable angle and rolled to the side. The blade of the dagger grazed the hem of my shirt, penetrating deeply into the bed board. Obviously the man in black didn't expect me to suddenly wake up. His movements stopped for a moment. I took that opportunity, used all my strength, and fiercely stabbed the silver brooch in my hand towards his wrist! The silver brooch pierced the flesh. The man in black was in pain, groaned softly, and the dagger immediately left his hand. His reaction was extremely fast. The other hand immediately turned into a sword, slashing straight at the back of my neck. I couldn't avoid it in time. I could only struggle to lean back. A gust of wind passed right in front of the tip of his nose. How dangerous! I didn't have the mind to think about anything else, I immediately put all my strength into it and let out a shrill scream.

"Where are you? There are assassins!"

My scream was like a thunderclap in the clear sky, tearing through the quiet atmosphere of the Marquis Palace at night. A ferocious glint flashed in the black-clothed man's eyes, as if he wanted to risk everything to kill me. But at that moment, outside the hospital, the sound of rapid footsteps and loud shouting suddenly rang out.

"Protect the mother!"

"There are assassins! Hurry up!"

A guard in the palace! The man in black knew he had missed the best opportunity so he did not continue to bother. He yanked the silver brooch stuck on his wrist, causing a string of fresh blood to splash out. He glanced at me angrily, his eyes were like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark. Immediately after that, his body moved slightly, like a ghost he rushed straight towards the window, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye. Almost at the exact moment he disappeared. The door to our room was kicked open. Phuc Bo led a group of guards holding swords and rushed in. When they saw the chaotic scene in the room and saw me with a pale face and sitting on the edge of the bed, everyone was scared to death. Even Phuc Bo's voice trembled.

"Are... are you okay?"

I shook my head, my heart still beating fiercely. In the last moment. I really thought I was going to die.

"I'm okay."

I pointed towards the dagger still stuck in the bed board, the blade still vibrating slightly.

"The assassin ran out the window."

The guard commander immediately gave an order.

"Block down the entire Marquis Palace! Don't let anyone in or out!"

"A team immediately pursues! Live to see people, die to see bodies!"

In just a moment, the entire House of Ho Quoc Marquis was brightly lit with lights, up and down in chaos, forming a group. Thanh Hoa cried as she ran in. Just now she was sleeping in the outer room. She was put to sleep by someone checking her acupuncture points. Only now did she wake up. As soon as she saw my disheveled clothes and pale face, she was shocked immediately knelt down.

"Master! It's the slave's fault! It's the slave who didn't protect you well!"

"The slave deserves to die!"

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down.

"It has nothing to do with you, stand up."

"Help me up."

My legs are still a bit tender. Not long after, Tieu Dien rode all night back from the camp outside the city. He was still wearing the cold armor, his face covered with road dust and the flames of anger rising to the sky. As soon as he entered the room, he hugged me tightly. He hugged very tightly. So tight that it seemed like my whole body was about to blend into my own flesh and blood. I can feel it. His body is trembling slightly. He is afraid. The man once faced thousands of thousands of horses on the battlefield but his face remained unchanged. This moment. Because of me, I know fear. His voice was hoarse and terrifying.

"Sorry, I didn't protect you well."

I shook my head slightly, burying my face in his chest.

"I'm okay, Tieu Dien, I'm really okay."

I can smell a familiar scent on him. The scent makes us feel secure. In that moment. Any remaining fear and dread vanished cleanly.