The assassin's princess is actually my aunt

In a private residence somewhere in Fengyao, a man in black was kneeling in the middle of the hall.

He lowered his head, not daring to make a sound, his nerves were tense.

After a while, a female voice that was seductive yet extremely cold was heard from behind the curtain.

"How did things go?"

The man in black shuddered slightly: "I failed... Please punish me, Master!"

"waste!"

Following the woman's fierce rebuke, a gust of strong wind blew towards the man in black kneeling below.

A gloomy and cold middle-aged man walked out from the darkness and looked at the man in black with hostility.

"puff…"

The man in black spat out a large mouthful of blood, but he did not dare to regulate his breathing. Even after falling down, he insisted on getting up and kneeling in the hall again.

"Where are the people sent out?"

The woman asked the man in black again.

The kneeling man tried hard to suppress the murderous aura coming from around him.

"My Lord... that man is dead..."

"Oh? Who killed him?" the woman asked softly.

"It was Prince Sheng... Everyone in Yingsong Tower saw it at the time." The man in black replied tremblingly.

The woman chuckled, but it made the man in black shudder: "Haha... Qian Wushang killed him well! Good kill! You go down first."

"Yes... Master." The man in black retreated respectfully.

"Master, how about I go down..."

The gloomy man spoke.

"Deal with it secretly. Remember, don't conflict with Qian Wushang. Also, I want this woman alive."

If it was just a woman who could make Qian Wushang emotional, then death would be fine.

But now, how could she bear to let her die! She wanted her life to be worse than death!

"You have to endure the most cruel torture in the world before you can do that."

The woman looked at the portrait on the table in front of her, a morbid pleasure in her eyes.

The woman's fingers gently stroked the face of the person in the portrait. The beautiful face was distorted with a strange smile.

Yunshengyuan

"Butler Shi, why are you here?" Yue'er asked Butler Shi, blinking her big eyes.

Shi Heng looked at Leng Xinmo, who was leaning on the recliner without moving, as if he didn't see him coming, and touched his nose.

Ji Ran said: "Miss Leng, the prince asked you to get ready and go out with him."

After a long while, there was no response from Leng Xinmo.

Shi Heng shouted helplessly: "Miss Leng?"

Leng Xinmo slowly opened his eyes, a hint of impatience flashed across his face: "Got it!"

Ever since he discovered the strange inner strength in his body, Leng Xinmo has been using the methods he learned in his previous life when learning ancient martial arts to regulate his breathing and energy.

Her internal strength has obviously increased a lot these past few times. Only then did she realize that the ancient martial arts she learned in her previous life were just the basics.

Without strong internal strength, it would be impossible to activate all the ancient martial arts she had learned.

As well as close combat techniques such as Jeet Kune Do and Karate.

Even she herself could not help but marvel at the destructive power exerted by her powerful inner strength.

Thinking about how much blood she had shed and how much suffering she had endured when she learned these murderous martial arts in her previous life.

Now it seems that it is worth it in this world where the strong are respected.

At least she will be able to protect herself a little more and not be constrained by others everywhere.

When Tianyi in the dark saw the trees and wooden stakes destroyed by Leng Xinmo in the backyard, he was greatly shocked.

Leng Xinmo adjusted his clothes and said coldly: "Let's go..."

I had already gone out with Qian Wushang once last time, so today it felt more natural.

The murderous aura that had just been released had not yet dissipated, and the entire person was shrouded in a powerful evil spirit.

This made the butler Shi, who was waiting on the side, tremble with fear.

After hesitating for a while, he said, "Miss Leng, wait a minute..."

Leng Xinmo stopped and looked at Shi Heng with some displeasure.

Butler Shi did not hesitate and finished speaking in one breath: "The prince said that the girl should leave the things on her wrists and waist in the mansion."

For some reason, facing such a young and immature woman, he actually felt a vague fear.

Hearing this, Leng Xinmo paused, and a cold light in his eyes shot straight at Shi Heng.

Butler Shi's heart trembled and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

Afraid that Leng Xinmo would misunderstand, he immediately added an explanation: "Miss Leng, the prince wants to take you to the palace this time.

The palace stipulates that without special privileges, guards are not allowed to carry weapons or concealed weapons when they enter the palace with their masters."

After a pause, Shi Heng continued, “Don’t worry, young lady, the prince is going to the palace as a routine to report to His Majesty.

There won't be any danger, Tian Er and Di Er will go into the palace with the girl."

The last two sentences were added by Steward Shi himself.

Leng Xinmo naturally understood that the higher a person's position is, the more afraid they are of death.

Thinking back to my past life, I once went to meet the president of a small country, and there were also various inspections and security checks using various sophisticated instruments.

Qian Wushang would naturally worry that if he killed a noble person, he would definitely be implicated.

Leng Xinmo sneered in his heart, turned back into the house, and took off the wrist guard and the dagger on his waist.

She was not worried. If Qian Wushang wanted to take her life, it would be easy.

It doesn't need to be so troublesome.

When Leng Xinmo arrived at the gate of the palace, Qian Wushang and others were already ready.

"Miss Leng is out, let's go..."

When Di Er saw Leng Xinmo, he greeted him with a smile.

Tian Er walked up to Leng Xinmo and said with a look of disgust.

"After entering the palace, you must follow me and Di Er! Otherwise, if something goes wrong, don't cause trouble for the prince."

Leng Xinmo nodded and said seriously:

“I think you’re right, so I’d better not go, to avoid getting into trouble and implicating your prince.

How about... you help me talk to your prince?"

Tian Er heard it and it seemed to make sense.

He also didn't understand why his prince wanted to bring Leng Xinmo into the palace.

I don't know anything. If I offend that noble, His Majesty will punish me and blame the prince.

That won't do! Ugh!

Tian Er, who deeply felt that he had to share his master's worries, nodded secretly and prepared to report to his own prince.

Tian Er walked to the front of the carriage and just said one word: "King..."

"Shut up!" A deep and cold voice interrupted what Tian Er was about to say.

Di Er on the side couldn't help but hold his forehead and looked at Tian Er with sympathy, idiot.

Leng Xinmo's eyes curled up with a hint of mockery.

"Come in..." Qian Wushang's voice sounded.

Like icy rain hitting stones, without a trace of warmth, but even mixed with a hint of anger.

Leng Xinmo was used to Qian Wushang's moody temper.

Without saying anything else, he walked straight to the carriage, lifted the curtain, and was about to get into the sedan.

Tian Er saw that Leng Xinmo actually wanted to get on his master's carriage, so he reached out and prepared to pull her down.

Before his hand touched the corner of her clothes, a strong wind blew out from the carriage.

"Get in the back!"

Tian Er instinctively wanted to resist, but as soon as he heard his prince's voice, he immediately withdrew his internal energy.

Tian Er was immediately knocked to the ground.

"what…"

Di Er sighed, and immediately came over, holding Tian Er's arm with one hand and covering his mouth with the other.

Tian Er was still making “wuwuwu…” and wanted to say something, but was hit on the head by Di Er.

"Is this filled with grass? How stupid!"