Qian Meiling suddenly felt something fly through the air, and it wasn't the object she was feeling, but the air itself. Her instincts kicked in and she moved her body.
With a burst of cold air, an arrow pierced through the window, shooting towards Qian Renran, but also straight at Qian Meiling.
"Sister!" Qian Renran shouted as he stood up.
He grabbed Qian Meiling's arm and pulled her towards him.
The arrow whizzed past Qian Meiling's shoulder, causing the sleeve of her dress to be torn.
Qian Meiling groaned in pain as she fell back.
"Who dares?!" Qian Renran roared.
At that moment, many of Qian Renran's personal guards rushed into the room, while some of them chased after the assassin.
"Your Highness!"
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Qian Renran replied.
He turned around to look at his sister. "Sister, are you hurt?"
Qian Meiling shook her head and looked at the torn sleeve of her dress. A drop of blood slowly trickled down her arm, staining the white fabric.
"I'm fine, it's just a scratch." She said.
Qian Renran frowned slightly and walked towards her.
He picked up the arrow from the floor and examined it. The arrow was made of metal, and its tip was coated with poison.
"Call the imperial doctor!" Qian Renran ordered his servants.
"Yes, your Highness." They replied.
The servants ran out of the room while Qian Renran held Qian Meiling's arm.
"Does it hurt?" He asked softly.
Qian Meiling shook her head. "No, it doesn't hurt. I'm fine."
Qian Renran sighed in relief.
"The arrow is poisonous, so it is best if you stay still for now." He said as he helped her sit down.
"Don't worry, the poison won't kill you. It will only paralyze your body for a while."
Qian Meiling nodded her head.
She felt the poison spread throughout her body, causing her muscles to stiffen and her heart to beat faster. Her personal maid Lulu came running in, and knelt by her side, holding her hand.
"Your Highness, you're hurt."
Qian Meiling smiled faintly. "I'm fine. Don't worry."
Lulu didn't take her words to heart and started to clean up the blood trickling down her arm and even wiped the blood off of her dress.
Qian Renran looked at her and then at the window. He frowned slightly and said, "Sister, let us move you somewhere safer."
Qian Meiling nodded her head.
"Carry her to her bedroom." Qian Renran commanded.
Lulu helped Qian Meiling stand up and supported her as she walked towards her bedroom.
The three people walked past the servants who were cleaning the floor and walked out of the room.
While walking, Qian Meiling took a deep breath and clenched her fists, her veins bulging as she felt a wave of energy surge through her body. The energy flowed through her veins to her chest and into her heart. She was following Qian Renran's instructions and trying to cultivate her internal strength.
But before she could completely feel her internal strength, she arrived at her bedroom and laid down on the bed.
Qian Renran sat next to her while Lulu stood guard by the door.
"Crown brother, you can burn this." Qian Meiling gestured to the paper in her hands.
Qian Renran looked at the paper and then at her.
"You already learned the method?" He asked doubtfully and grabbed her wrist, checking her pulse.
Qian Meiling smiled faintly and nodded her head.
Qian Renran stared at her for a while before letting go.
"Fine, I'll burn it later." He said after a moment of silence.
Qian Meiling nodded her head and closed her eyes.
A few minutes later, the imperial doctor entered the room. He examined Qian Meiling and gave her some medicine to ease the pain and relieve the poison.
"Your Highness, the poison will wear off after an hour or so. Don't worry too much, and rest well." The Imperial doctor said with a smile.
Qian Meiling nodded her head and thanked him.
The doctor left after giving her some medicine.
Qian Renran sat next to Qian Meiling and watched her for a while, but the coin in his hand didn't move.
"Sister, I'll leave you to rest." He said and stood up.
Qian Meiling opened her eyes and looked at him. "Thank you for teaching me, Crown Brother."
Qian Renran smiled. "It's nothing, just rest."
Qian Meiling nodded her head and closed her eyes again.
"Crown Brother, you should- get out of here quickly." She murmured.
Qian Renran smiled wryly and patted her on the head.
"I know. I will come to visit you later, alright?" He said softly.
Qian Meiling nodded her head, her lips curling into a small smile.
"Alright, thank you."
After speaking, she closed her eyes again.
Qian Renran walked to the door and opened it. He looked back at his sister and left.
Not long after he left, Qian Meiling opened her eyes and sat up from the bed. She then walked up to the mirror in her room, using the surrounding tables and chairs as support.
She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her pale face was now even paler, and she looked like she was about to die.
She raised her left hand and put it on the wound on her right arm. With a thought, it seems as if nature itself was moving towards Qian Meiling. The leaves of the trees rustled and the grass bent as they made their way towards her.
Qian Meiling felt a cool touch and rich smell of soil flood her nose as the poison in her body slowly started to disappear
"Cough!"
As she was trying to dissipate the poison in her body, she suddenly ran out of Inner Strength causing a backlash inside her body.
Blood came out of her mouth as she coughed up the rest of the poison.
"Inner Strength, huh?"
She whispered as she examined her wound. It was healing at an amazing rate, but due to the lack of strength, the scare still stayed.
"It seems like I really can do it." She muttered to herself, smiling slightly.
If Qian Renran was here, he would drop all of his gold coins on the spot! Although Internal strength boosted physical capabilities, it didn't give them any supernatural powers!
How could she heal herself?
But she didn't have time to think about it, as she could hear footsteps approaching.
"Your Highness, the Emperor has come!" Lulu's voice sounded out from the outside.
Meiling shook her head and quickly covered her wound with the sleeve of her dress and her eyes narrowed slightly.
"It seems that lord father gathers his news quite quickly." She whispered under her breath.