Does Prince Ning have high martial arts skills?
Naturally, he does, yet who would have thought that Prince Ning was completely unprepared and never expected Gu Jiao to pull such a trick.
Prince Ning’s counter-assassination training was all about defending against knives, swords, and hidden weapons. Who the hell plans to defend against a sack!
Plus, a normal person wouldn’t do something like throwing a sack over a prince!
Having eavesdropped near the rockery before, Gu Jiao had already experienced the unfathomable depth of Prince Ning’s martial arts. She had never fought with Prince Ning, so she couldn’t say whose martial arts were superior, but she was confident without being arrogant.
Besides, this wasn’t a competition of physical prowess; there was no need to talk about martial ethics.
Just do it!
The moment Gu Jiao got him into the sack, she swiftly pulled out the anesthetic needle hidden in her sleeve and jabbed it forcefully through the sack into his body with the speed of lightning that’s too quick for ears to react.
This type of anesthetic was specifically developed by the Research Institute for emergency surgeries. It took effect extremely fast; there was no need for intravenous infusion, a muscular injection would suffice, causing an instant loss of consciousness. The downside was its short duration.
But it was enough time for Gu Jiao to drag him away.
"Turn left, the prince said to wait in that alley for someone," Gu Jiao directed the coachman.
The coachman, unaware that his young master had been bagged, thought it was indeed his master’s command, and obediently steered the carriage into the nearby alley.
The moment the carriage stopped, Gu Jiao knocked the coachman out cold with a chop to the neck.
She then dragged the sack down from the carriage.
As the effects of the anesthetic wore off, Prince Ning began to regain consciousness and sensation, but it wouldn’t be easy for him to make a move against Gu Jiao.
Without waiting for him to react, Gu Jiao lifted the sack and slammed it onto the ground, creating a loud bang!
Prince Ning’s vision went dark as he felt the earth shake and the seas storm, with his buttocks throbbing intensely!
Prince Ning tried to strike back, but before he could gather energy in his elixir field, the sack was lifted high once more and slammed down hard again.
Gu Jiao grabbed the sack and began smashing it wildly — Duang-Duang-Duang!
Prince Ning’s brain almost turned to mush!
What’s called an unwarranted disaster? This was it!
It’s not too scary to be injured in a fair fight, but to be used as a punching bag is terrifying.
And damn it, it’s demeaning!
This was different from scaring the crown princess. After all, the two incidents were of a different nature; the former was a scare tactic, while the latter was murder.
Gu Jiao was beating him ruthlessly. Prince Ning had martial arts skills and could take a beating, so Gu Jiao got even more into it.
Just as Gu Jiao was getting carried away, an unexpected shadow descended from above. Gu Jiao looked up and saw it was the emperor’s Dragon Shadow Guard!
The Dragon Shadow Guard glanced at the sack on the ground, then at Gu Jiao, hesitated for a moment, made his decision, and charged at Gu Jiao.
Sss!
Gu Jiao’s teeth ached.
Without asking, she knew this Dragon Shadow Guard was assigned to Prince Ning by the emperor. Gu Jiao had clashed with the Dragon Shadow Guard before, but after the emperor recalled them, they no longer showed any hostility towards her.
His brief hesitation was probably about prioritizing his tasks. Gu Jiao wasn’t an enemy, but the emperor had ordered the Dragon Shadow Guard to protect Prince Ning.
Of course, the command took precedence, and the Dragon Shadow Guard launched an attack on Gu Jiao.
Gu Jiao surrendered instantly, tossing the sack at him and zipping away!
In retrospect, Gu Jiao felt she hadn’t shown her best. She should have thrown a couple of punches before tossing the sack, throwing it with more dominance, not looking so weak.
Gu Jiao had bagged Prince Ning right in front of him. It wasn’t an impulse, but since he had his sights on her husband, there was no need to keep up pretenses anymore.
Another reason was that Prince Ning was so well-liked in Capital City, how many people would want to assassinate him and have the capability to do so?
Yujin looked back at Princess Xinyang, puzzled. Does this mean... she’s not going out now?
Yujin smiled and said to Gu Jiao, "Doctor Gu, please come inside."
Gu Jiao’s right calf was cramping so badly that she entered the room with a limp, step by painful step. It was quite pitiful.
Princess Xinyang liked to sit by the window where it was well lit and ventilated, and she could smell the fragrance from the courtyard.
Yujin guided Gu Jiao to sit on a chair opposite Princess Xinyang and squatted down to knead Gu Jiao’s right calf: "Does it hurt here? Let me have a look."
"No need, it’s just a cramp, not an injury. It’ll be fine in a bit." Gu Jiao seriously suspected that she might be lacking calcium because she had grown too quickly.
In her past life, she never had cramps like this since she was in an Organization where every Special Agent had a professional Nutritionist, ensuring that none would suffer from a lack of trace elements.
"I’ll give you a massage, it won’t hurt as much." Yujin said gently.
"Then thank you very much, Mr. Yujin," she recalled the Crown Princess addressing her this way.
"If you don’t mind, call me Aunt Yujin," Yujin said with a smile.
Yujin brought over a small stool, placed Gu Jiao’s leg over her own, and started to gently knead it.
After all, having tended to the frequently ill Princess Xinyang, her skills were indeed good, almost good enough to make Gu Jiao fall asleep.
In a warm voice, Yujin said: "Doctor Gu must be only fifteen this year, right? So young yet so accomplished. It’d be hard to find a better doctor in Capital City."
Gu Jiao nodded seriously: "I think so too."
Princess Xinyang, who had become bored and decided to practice her calligraphy, thought: "..."
This girl, does she not have a bit of shame?
After Princess Xinyang enjoyed some quiet time, she continued with her calligraphy.
Gu Jiao glanced at her and said, "My husband always has me practice calligraphy, he must have learned from you."
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