Whoever can strike me hard will be rewarded handsomely.

The report was so concise that even Fu Lu was briefly taken aback by Bian Yushu's words. "Where did you hear this rumor from?"

Bian Yushu felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this tone. Did Fulu not believe him?

"What rumors? I heard these with my own ears in the forest! How could I joke about His Majesty's safety?"

Seeing that he was so anxious that his face had turned pale, Fulu quickly said, "It's not that this servant doesn't trust you, young master, but this matter is of great importance. This servant needs to find out the details before sending someone to report to His Majesty."

"Rest assured, His Majesty is surrounded by highly skilled guards when he goes hunting, and the defenses are extremely tight. Even if an assassin were to make a move, he would not choose to confront the Imperial Guards head-on when His Majesty is hunting."

Bian Yushu was barely calmed down by Fu Lu's words.

His Majesty is out hunting. Although Fu Lu is the chief steward of the Imperial Guard, it is indeed difficult for him to mobilize a large force to investigate assassins without any evidence. We must wait for His Majesty to return.

"Then what do you want to ask? Hurry up and ask!" Bian Yushu said eagerly.

"Since you overheard the assassination plot, what crucial information did you obtain? Who is plotting the assassination? Where? When? And how?"

Bian Yushu: "..."

How could he possibly know that...?

The assassin didn't say anything!

Bian Yushu's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, but after holding it in for a long time, he couldn't even fart out, and his face turned red.

This meant he hadn't heard any crucial information. Fu Lu understood, and asked again, "Have you mentioned this to anyone else?"

Bian Yushu answered the question quickly, "I came to see His Majesty as soon as I heard the news, and I didn't mention it to anyone else."

Fu Lu understood, lifted the curtain, and whispered a few words to the guards outside the tent in front of Bian Yushu. Then he told Bian Yushu, "I have sent someone to inform His Majesty. Please return to your tent and wait patiently. Do not make a sound, lest you alert the enemy."

Bian Yushu believed Fu Lu's words without a doubt, and holding Fu Lu's hand with teary eyes, she begged him to guarantee that His Majesty would be alright. Then, with Fu Lu's solemn oath to the heavens, she returned to her tent with a heavy heart.

He pulled out the homework assigned by His Majesty, trying to calm himself down.

Half an hour later, Bian Yushu threw his pen on the desk and began to take deep breaths.

Calm down, calm down. This matter has already been reported. His Majesty is wise and mighty, and will surely find all the assassins.

A quarter of an hour passed, and Bian Yushu suddenly stood up and walked outside. Why hasn't His Majesty returned from the hunt yet?

They turned back when they reached the tent. Fu Lu was right; they shouldn't make a sound, lest they alert the enemy.

Half an hour later, Bian Yushu could no longer bear it. He slammed his hand on the table, stood up, strode over, and lifted the curtain.

An arm blocked his way. "Young Master Bian, please go back. Eunuch Fu instructed that you are not allowed to leave."

Bian Yushu stared at the person who had stopped him, scrutinizing the familiar face for a full five minutes, his expression one of shock.

Isn't this the person Fu Lu ordered to deliver the message to His Majesty?

Why isn't he going to inform His Majesty? What is he doing guarding himself?

The tension in Bian Yushu's mind snapped instantly, her hands and feet turned ice-cold, and then with a "whoosh," she pulled down the curtain and paced back and forth in the room, her face deathly pale.

Yes, how would he know who is trustworthy and who is not?

Well, you lucky bastard! Looking at your thick eyebrows and big eyes, you're actually an accomplice of the assassin!

I trusted you so much, but it was all for nothing.

Waaaaah, what should I do, Your Majesty?

I misled His Majesty by trusting a villain; it was I who harmed him.

Bian Yushu tried to rush out, but was restrained by the guard with one hand like a chick and thrown back into the tent.

Half an hour later, Bian Yushu, carrying a candlestick, tiptoed around to the back of the tent but was caught red-handed and thrown back into the tent.

Seeing the rope in the other person's hand, Bian Yushu wisely raised her hands in surrender, her voice trembling with anxiety, "I am His Majesty's study companion, you can't tie me up!"

With red eyes, looking like a rabbit, Li Feng knew he couldn't escape. He put away the rope.

Unable to escape or fight back, Bian Yushu paced anxiously in the tent like an ant on a hot pan.

After finally forcing himself to calm down, he suddenly remembered something, his eyes lit up, and he pulled a wooden box out of the trunk.

Bian Yushu wrapped his forearm with a bandage, then took out the contents of the box, applied oil to them, and tied them to his arm.

Just as he closed the large box, he heard a flurry of footsteps and a cacophony of voices outside.

"Oh no! His Majesty has gone missing!"

"What nonsense are you spouting? With so many imperial guards following him in full view of everyone, how could His Majesty have disappeared?"

"It was said that a seven-colored deer, an auspicious omen, had appeared in the world. His Majesty rode after it, but the Imperial Guards' horses were not as fast as His Majesty's divine steed, and they lost track of it."

Hearing the commotion outside, Bian Yushu's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground, feeling as if the sky had fallen and her heart had sunk completely.

After a few breaths, he raised his head and thought fiercely, if anything were to happen to His Majesty, he would risk his life to fight Fu Lu!