The wind howled, the assassin met his end.
Song Ci was somewhat bewildered, looking at the surrounding chaos. Was it over just like that?
Attack and be done, that's it?
Come on, were these assassins just here to throw their lives away as a formality?
And that self-sacrificing assassin shouted something with a hint of conspiracy before dying?
Oh dear, it seems her old friend's son might take the blame for this.
"Grandmother, are you alright?" Song Lingjie asked, concerned for Song Ci's health now that the assassin was gone.
Song Ci shook her head, then looked at Nanny: "Give me the Heart-saving Pill."
After witnessing the bloody scene, her heart was racing.
Nanny retrieved a small pouch from a hidden pocket in her belt, took out a delicate little jade bottle, and handed a small pill to Song Ci.
Song Ci took it and swallowed it dry.
Cough, cough, damn it, it got stuck.
Luckily, someone handed her a water pouch, and after taking a sip, she managed to swallow the pill.
