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Chu Li bandaged his wounds and returned to keeping watch at Xiao Shi's courtyard.

Xue Ling followed over and brewed a kettle of tea for him. She smiled. "Young Master, you should return first to rest. There wouldn't be another assassination attempt, right?"

Chu Li smiled back. "Not necessarily."

"There has just been an assassination and the Residence is at its most intense moment with high security. Who would still come? Which assassin would be so silly?" Xue Ling shook her head and laughed.

"Little young miss's words are so interesting, I am that silly." A soft laughter was heard. The voice was soft and with melody yet had a crisp tone to it. It was unique yet charming.

Xue Ling's face instantly changed. She lifted her head to look around.

A white figure glidingly landed in the courtyard like the fall of a snow white feather. She lightly trod forward, shortening the distance and stood before Chu Li.