The Emperor's uncle loves me! My paranoid wife, don't run away

It was a female voice with a cold tone, and she looked to be in her forties or fifties.

Yang Longtan and Tong Jia Ruyan looked at each other and became alert. They held their breath, poked a hole in the window, and secretly looked out.

There is a dark alley behind the teahouse, which is usually deserted. However, at this moment, there are two figures in a stalemate in the alley.

The woman was holding a long sword, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at a masked man opposite her. Although her figure was thin, her every move revealed a fierce aura.

The masked man seemed unwilling to confront the enemy and turned around to run away.

However, the woman was obviously more skilled. She somersaulted in the air and easily blocked his way.

"Want to run?" the woman said coldly.

Seeing this, the masked man stopped struggling and simply spread his hands, with a hint of teasing in his tone: "Lady, you got the wrong person, didn't you?"

The woman was unmoved. She took a step forward, bringing the tip of her sword closer to him. "Don't try to quibble. I heard your conversation with those beggars with my own ears. Tell me, who do you belong to?"

The man was slightly startled, then slowly backed away.

"Are we going to be allowed to live? Is there still freedom of speech?"

"I just listen to the beggars' gossip, what's wrong with that?" His tone became more and more playful. "Besides, which law of Tianyan stipulates that we can't discuss it?"

The woman frowned, obviously losing her patience: "In that case, then go to hell."

She raised her sword and rushed towards the man as fast as lightning.

The masked man quickly moved sideways to avoid the sword, then took out a bag of white powder from his arms and sprinkled it on the woman's face.

The woman subconsciously closed her eyes in defense, and her movements were instantly slowed down.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the man suddenly jumped and flew directly towards the window where Yang Longtan and the other man were!

"Get out of the way!" Yang Longtan shouted in a low voice, grabbed Tong Jiaruyan's hand and quickly retreated.

However, they were a little slow and the windows were shattered, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Tong Jia Ruyan hurriedly pulled up her veil, and without waiting for the man to stand up, she immediately turned and ran to the stairs, her heart in a panic.

Yang Longtan stood where he was, staring at the masked man who fell to the ground.

Hearing the woman's footsteps getting closer outside the window, the masked man's eyes narrowed slightly and he lowered his voice.

"Don't mind your own business."

The masked man got up from the ground in a panic and brushed off the dust on his body. He seemed not to have noticed Tong Jia Ruyan at the corner of the stairs.

He looked around, apparently searching for a way to escape.

Yang Longtan glanced at the stairs and saw Tong Jiaruyan huddled in the dark with a nervous expression. He then shook his head slightly at her and made a gentle gesture, indicating that she should leave first.

Tong Jia Ruyan understood, raised her hand to hold the veil tightly, and moved carefully to the stairs, trying to make her steps as light as possible for fear of attracting the attention of the masked man.

Yang Longtan watched her leave, then took a step back, pointed to a window opposite the stairs, and said calmly, "Go ahead."

The masked man frowned slightly, obviously not trusting Yang Longtan's sudden help.

He hesitated for a moment, but when he heard the cold voice of the woman downstairs getting closer and closer, he knew that time was running out, so he gritted his teeth and rushed towards the window.

He grabbed the window frame, flew out, and disappeared into the dark alley in an instant.

At this time, Tong Jia Ruyan had already run down the stairs, her skirt brushing against the wooden steps, making a series of rapid noises.

She almost stumbled all the way out of the teahouse, her chest heaving violently, but the world before her suddenly became lively.

The streets were filled with hawking sounds, with vendors carrying loads on their shoulders coming and going. The hawkers' shouts mixed with the noise of the crowd seemed particularly lively.

The smell of fireworks made Tong Jia Ruyan feel a little relieved.

Stop, hide in the crowd, and try to make yourself appear ordinary and inconspicuous.

However, the feeling of fear surged into my heart at this moment.

"The Crown Princess actually had a secret meeting with the General in a teahouse." Once this thought came to her mind, it was like a sharp sword piercing into her mind, making her face turn pale.

If this matter were to get out, the reputation of the Tongjia family would be ruined, and the family's foundation, future prospects, and even her personal destiny would collapse.

The noise on the street seemed to dispel some of her fear, but her steps were still hurried and her mind was in a mess.

"Is he in danger?"

I couldn't help but look back at the teahouse behind me, but I only saw the quaint wooden door and a lantern hanging on the door swaying slightly, as if telling of the thrilling experience that had just happened.

Time flies, night falls, and time passes quietly in the hustle and bustle of the busy city.

Deep in the palace, there is a secret courtyard.

Flowers are in full bloom in the courtyard, with red, pink and white flowers stacked up in layers, vying for beauty. Under the moonlight, it looks like a fairyland on earth.

However, the beauty here seems a little weird. The fragrance of the flowers is too strong, with a faint smell of decay.

In the center of the courtyard, a carved swing swayed gently in the breeze.

A woman in red was sitting on the swing. Her red gauze skirt was dragging on the ground and hanging on both sides of the swing, like a burning flame.

She lowered her head, swaying slightly, humming a melodious tune. Her voice was soft and gentle, with a bit of laziness and charm, and it seemed that every note was captivating.

Behind her, hunched over was a young eunuch.

He has a delicate appearance, gentle eyes and brows, and only his lowered posture makes him look particularly humble.

"My Lord, Concubine Jing and Eunuch Qian discovered that the notes had been swapped, but there was still no movement."

When the woman heard this, she chuckled. Her laughter was as clear as a silver bell, but it sent chills down one's spine.

She raised her eyes slightly, revealing a pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes. A cold light flashed in her eyes, forming a sharp contrast with her charming appearance.

"Oh, Concubine Jing is already in a state of collapse. I'm afraid she doesn't even have the strength to struggle. How can she care about other things?"

Upon hearing this, the young eunuch lowered his head even lower and complimented, "Master, you are absolutely right."

The woman in red rested her elbows on the rope of the swing, raised her chin lazily, and looked at a cluster of blooming peonies. She asked casually, "What's our next step..."

The young eunuch raised his head and cautiously probed: "Master, I think we should take advantage of Concubine Jing's weakness to come up with another plan?"

The woman did not answer. The swing swayed a little more. She seemed to be completely immersed in the rhythm of her own swaying, with a playful smile on her lips.

After a while, she suddenly narrowed her eyes, as if she remembered something, and her voice was soft but with a hint of danger: "By the way, didn't you say that Eunuch Qian has been horny recently and has been thinking about women?"

The young eunuch quickly echoed, "Yes, Master. Eunuch Qian usually has a cold face, but recently he seems to have become a different person. He even secretly set his sights on a few beautiful palace maids."

The woman nodded slightly, her smile deepening.

"In that case, let's give her to Eunuch Qian."

"Yes."