The familiar fragrance of gardenia rushed into He Liuzhi's mouth and nose, like a thread under a spell, rushing towards his heart, and then gradually tightened.

He Liuzhi's face suddenly turned cold and he pushed her away, but Sheng Chuhe held his hands with his backhand and continued to say in secret words: "Don't make trouble, there is a killer."

Sure enough, before she could finish her words, she saw a bright dagger inserted through the gap in the window.

The dagger moved slightly, and the closed window was quietly opened.

There was dim moonlight streaming in through the window, and it was barely possible to see clearly that the killer who came in was wearing an old-style night jacket and had long braids wrapped around his neck.

The killers filed in through the window. Sheng Chuhe counted five of them.

His body is as light as a swallow and he walks silently, which shows that he has some Qinggong skills.

These killers rushed toward the bed with daggers raised high. Soon after they said it, Sheng Chuhe had already rolled to the ground with He Liuzhi in his arms.

Sheng Chuhe said coldly: "Stay here obediently!"

As she spoke, she tied up her half-length short hair, then stood up suddenly and got into a ball with the killers.

Sheng Chuhe is small in stature, as light as a swallow, and moves swiftly without any sloppiness.

None of these killers were her opponents.

In just a quarter of an hour, there were already five more corpses in the room.

However, there were many people on the other side, and Sheng Chuhe's arm was scratched and bleeding, staining his white shirt red.

She was small, and the shirt He Liuzhi had left was worn loosely on her body. After the fight, she became even more embarrassed. The collar was skewed, exposing a small piece of porcelain-white collarbone.

He Liuzhi leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets, looking at her with dark eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

When Lao Zhang heard the commotion, he hurried to the bedroom with his men, only to see that the fighting in the room had ended. He was angry and scared: "Master, my servant is late..."

He Liuzhi interrupted him coldly: "Bring the medicine box, he is injured."

Lao Zhang responded hurriedly, retreated with the others, and quickly delivered the medicine box to the room.

He Liuzhi opened the medicine box, took out a cotton swab and iodophor, frowned and said, "Take off your clothes."

Sheng Chuhe's right rear arm was injured, and he might not be able to get medicine on his own.

She was stunned and subconsciously tightened the buttons on her chest: "No, I can handle this minor injury myself."

As she spoke, she snatched the iodophor from He Liuzhi's hand and turned around and walked out of the room.

He Liuzhi watched coldly and remained silent.

The clock on the wall already pointed to one o'clock in the morning, and the dim night light gave off a dim yellow light.

He closed his eyes, as if he was dreaming but not in a dream, and there seemed to be a faint fragrance of gardenia lingering on the tip of his nose.

Those charming eyebrows appeared in front of his eyes, but they were hazy, as if there was a faint layer of fog.

He opened his eyes suddenly and sat up, feeling restlessness rising in his chest.

That night, the light in the study was on all night. When Aunt Wang entered the study to clean up in the early morning, she saw the young master lying on the table and sleeping with his eyes closed, holding a copy of "The Book of Gentlemen" in his hand.

Aunt Wang did not dare to disturb her and left silently.

In the next few days, He Liuzhi didn't seem happy.

He locked himself in the study all day long, and no one was allowed in. Even the daily meals were left at the door, and He Liuzhi took them himself.

The prince was unhappy, and the whole villa had a solemn atmosphere.

Lao Zhang said to Sheng Chuhe in private: "The young master must be angry because he blames us for improper protection!"

Lao Zhang is the old housekeeper of the He Mansion. He has been serving the old prince since he was a child. He has grown up with He Xuhong since he was a child. He has also taken care of the food, clothing and daily life of Xiao Liu Ye since he was a child.

Now someone assassinated the young master, but he failed to protect him in time, so he blamed himself very much.

However, Sheng Chuhe felt that this could not be Lao Zhang's fault. The servants were on standby in times of crisis, and all of them were doing their best. It was clear that Master He Liuzhi was too angry, and she didn't know what he was angry about.

Since the eldest young master was unwilling to leave the study, Sheng Chuhe stood waiting outside the study door, very conscientious and responsible.

So every time He Liuzhi opened the door to pick up food, he would always see Sheng Chuhe standing upright at the door, resembling a living fossil.

But after seeing her, He Liuzhi's expression became even worse. He even stopped eating and slammed the door loudly.

She deeply understood that there was a barrier between her and the young master of a wealthy family, and she could not sympathize with the prince who was being supported and coaxed by everyone. What was he angry about?

Fortunately, the one million ocean prize can cure her.

That evening, He Liuzhi finally walked out of the study.

The eldest young master passed by Sheng Chuhe with a cold eye. Sheng Chuhe didn't care and followed him respectfully.

After only a few steps, He Liuzhi suddenly stopped and said coldly: "Don't follow me."

Sheng Chuhe paused slightly.

An hour later, He Liuzhi led many attendants out of the house.

The car sped away, leaving Sheng Chuhe alone at the door of the villa.
Chapter completed!