The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

"Then let's see how you take my life!" As soon as he finished speaking, the sword in his hand turned and stabbed at Shen Junyang's vitals. Shen Junyang showed a grim smile, and his contempt in his heart increased. Do you think there is only one way to kill a person, Feng Muyan, Feng Muyan, you have really lived a leisurely life for too long.

After the four lieutenant generals of the imperial guards caught Song Yunli, they locked her scapula tightly, tied her hands behind her back and forced her to walk further and further away.

Song Yunli frequently looked back at the figure who was fighting desperately with Shen Junyang, as if she wanted to imprint him into her soul. He would definitely be able to beat that man, and he would be fine. She wanted to shout out his name, but was afraid of distracting him, so Song Yunli swallowed the name that was on the tip of her tongue.

It was not until that figure disappeared from sight that Song Yunli took into account her own safety and asked sternly, "Where are you taking me?"

The four lieutenant generals of the imperial guards said nothing, and continued to lead her forward with stern faces, as if they were waiting for something.

Song Yunli kept twisting her bound arms, and her fair wrists were already bruised by the hemp rope.

"Feng Muyan, Ninth Prince, you have a weakness, so you lost from the beginning." A strange smile appeared on Shen Junyang's cheeks, and with a chirp, the fireworks signal in his hand shot up into the sky and finally disappeared. At the moment when Shen Junyang was distracted and released the signal, Feng Muyan saw the opportunity and kicked him hard in the chest, then jumped on his horse and chased in the direction of Song Yunli.

"Commander! Are you okay?" Several imperial guards came over and helped Shen Junyang up.

"It's okay. There's something interesting to watch. Let's catch up. Feng Muyan must die today, otherwise none of us will survive." Shen Junyang said.

On the other side, the four deputy generals of the Imperial Guards received the signal and understood the next order in their minds. They no longer walked slowly, but picked up Song Yunli and rushed towards the cliff not far away.

When Feng Muyan chased to the edge of the cliff, the four men had already tied Song Yunli to an ancient tree growing on the cliff, and the rope that controlled her life and death was in the hands of one of them. Feng Muyan's eyes flashed with an unprecedented cold light, and he said fiercely: "Did you not think about the consequences of doing this for Shen Junyang?"

Seeing that the four of them were still folding their arms and not saying anything, Feng Muyan continued, "The whole world belongs to the king. You have hurt the royal family, and all nine clans will not be able to escape the disaster. Have you considered the future of your family?"

"Ninth Prince, people like us who make a living on the edge of a knife must understand this. But if we don't do it, I'm afraid our wives and children won't even survive today. So we have no choice but to take a gamble, right?" said the imperial guard holding the rope.

The sound of high-fives rang out, and Shen Junyang, with his few remaining subordinates, chased after them, laughing and saying, "How touching! I didn't expect that the Ninth Prince could lobby in addition to fighting!"

"What will it take for you to let Li'er go?" Feng Muyan threw the soft sword in his hand to the ground.

"Then let me tell you, it's absolutely impossible for me to let her go!" The playful smile on his face gradually faded away, and the eighteen thin darts in Shen Junyang's hand flew towards Song Yunli at lightning speed.

Feng Muyan kicked the soft sword on the ground to block eight or nine of them, and then used his body as a shield to intercept the remaining darts.

Shen Junyang gave a look, and the imperial guard holding the rope actually cut the rope in half.

Feng Muyan gritted his teeth and flew away, grabbed one of Song Yunli's arms with one hand and fell to the edge of the cliff. It was not an easy injury for a twelve-year-old child, not to mention that Feng Muyan was hit by poison darts in several places. His left arm, which was as painful as a needle, had begun to become numb, but he still relied on his years of willpower to hold on and not let go.

Pah! Pah! Shen Junyang shook his head and clapped his hands. He walked towards the edge of the cliff step by step, then stepped hard on the back of Feng Muyan, where the poison dart had penetrated halfway. He said sinisterly, "Ninth Prince, aren't you the God of War of Nanyue? Aren't you invincible? Now you are being stepped on by me like a dog for a doll who is not even a woman. Hmm!"

"Hmm..." Feng Muyan's throat felt hot and a mouthful of blood rushed into his mouth, but in order not to scare Song Yunli, he swallowed it back.