After I traveled through the book, my sister kidnapped my mother

The bustling casino was suddenly filled with the strong smell of blood.

Those gamblers in the casino were placing bets passionately one moment, and died under the knives of killers the next.

The killer appeared out of nowhere, sneaked into the casino silently and started a feast of blood.

They had originally chosen the quieter and more elegant upper class in order to avoid gathering with those low-class gamblers, but now they have become like pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

The killers, armed with weapons, slaughtered people who looked similar to their target one by one.

The casino on the lower level was still bustling, but the upper level was covered in blood.

Qian Liuniang was sitting on the third floor, still holding the pipe in her hand, watching this blatant assassination indifferently.

The casino and lounge in the VIP area were occupied by these people.

Qian Liuniang put on a mask and then fell into the midst of the assassins: "Everyone, it is very rude to disturb someone who is open for business."

"Hand over His Highness Yuan Zhao, and you can naturally continue your business." The leading killer said with a smile.

Qian Liuniang clicked her tongue twice: "I don't know what His Highness is. Only gamblers come here."

"If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."

The casino guards arrived late, and Qian Liuniang also joined the battle.

There were so many killers that they found Wen Zhimiao very quickly.

Shi Wanyue looked at the killer who broke into the room. This scene was so familiar that she had experienced it too many times along the way.

"Your people?"

Wen Zhimiao smiled and shook her head: "Sister, whether I hired the killer myself or not, their goal is to kill me."

Shi Wanyue looked at her unexpectedly.

Wen Zhimiao stood up and said, "We have to complete the play."

Shi Wanyue wanted to say something, but Wen Zhimiao had already drawn his sword to fight.

Today she was not as decisive as she was at the post station that day and looked a little embarrassed.

Shi Wanyue was protected by her and probably knew that someone was pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger again.

"They seem to have changed their minds. They don't want to kill me anymore. They want to capture me." Wen Zhimiao looked at the killers' actions and understood instantly.

Isn't a Prince Yuan Zhao who is under their control and obeys their orders more useful than a dead person?

Shi Wanyue also noticed it.

"I understand." Shi Wanyue hugged her and spoke in her ear.

"Then I'll trouble you, sister." Wen Zhimiao and Shi Wanyue rolled to the door, and Chu An immediately covered them and left.

The two of them reached a corner, and Shi Wanyue kissed Wen Zhimiao: "You must give me information within three days. If you don't hear from me after three days, I will directly request troops to be dispatched to the Duan family."

"Okay." Wen Zhimiao also kissed the corner of Shi Wanyue's mouth: "Sister, you have to believe me."

It’s not that Shi Wanyue doesn’t believe her, but no plan is foolproof. Shi Wanyue must tell Wen Zhimiao what her next move will be if it fails.

Then Wen Zhimiao sent Shi Wanyue out through the window.

Duan Jiling and Bian Ruitong were waiting downstairs.

After Shi Wanyue left, Wen Zhimiao stumbled all the way to Qian Liuniang: "Sixth sister, there are so many assassins."

Qian Liuniang looked at her miserable appearance, and a playful smile appeared on her face under the mask.

My eyes inadvertently swept across a corner upstairs. My sister's choice was really wrong.

The person in front of you can make you believe that she is a waste even at a critical moment of life and death.

Qian Liuniang lowered her eyes. She always felt that the Qian family was exterminated and this fault could not be blamed on the current emperor.

The emperor at that time was just a queen. Did she really have control over all the affairs in the court?

Going against the emperor or even the future crown princess will not help the Qian family clear their name.

Qian Liuniang chose a path that was completely different from Qian Junya.

She wanted to know the truth behind the Qian family's massacre, and she also didn't want her sister to go down a path of no return.

Qian Liuniang stretched out her hand to help Wen Zhimiao block it, her lips moved slightly, and her eyes glanced at the secret passage.

"Let's go." Wen Zhimiao saw her lip movements and nodded slightly.

"It seems that her martial arts skills are not that good." Su Jincheng turned his head and said to the woman beside him.

The woman didn't say anything, but just felt something was strange.

Wen Zhimiao's embarrassment did not seem to be acted. The killer's knife almost cut her throat. Could a martial artist really resist fighting back when faced with such a fatal move?

Did she really guess wrong?

Is Wen Zhimiao really useless?

People in the dark were watching the hunt, and Wen Zhimiao's guards were protecting her even though she was in a miserable state.

Su Jincheng felt a sense of pleasure watching Wen Zhimiao, as if he was playing with a monkey.

He proved that Wen Zhimiao was inferior to her. Even if such a Wen Zhimiao returned to Yunjing, it would be difficult for her to get support from court officials.

There was a madness in his eyes.

But he didn't notice the slightly frowned brow of the woman beside him.

The sense of disharmony that Wen Zhimiao gave her was too strong, but she couldn't find any evidence to prove that Wen Zhimiao was acting.

Just as Su Jincheng said, there was no need for her to act. As long as she worked hard in Nanshao, the most noble emperor in the world would support her.

Wouldn't it be better to use iron-blooded means to quickly quell the chaos in the south? What's the point of pretending to be incompetent?

Although the combined forces of Duan and Wen Rongxue could indeed give the city a fighting chance, under the current circumstances, as long as the imperial court provides food and shelter to the refugees and is willing to take them in, that is what the people want.

Su Jincheng is short-sighted, Duan is blindly confident, and Wen Ke is bewitched by the Wen family and blinded by power, but as the Saint of Beirong, she sees the situation in the world much more clearly than them.

Today's Apocalypse has a strong military force and sufficient supplies. Even if it sends troops to Donglan and the south at the same time, it will not be unable to hold out. It will take at most half a year to quell a rebellion of the previous dynasty. Moreover, if Wen Zhimiao really negotiates with Wen Rongxue, Wen Rongxue may not rebel. He has refused to declare himself king for so many years, so he will not declare himself king when he is about to die.

The woman looked at Wen Zhimiao, whose body was covered with more and more wounds, and was still puzzled.

As the battle below became more and more intense, the person being hunted was out of the sight of the onlookers.

No one knew where she went.

It was still pouring rain outside. Most of the guards around Wen Zhimiao had died, leaving only Chu An and Ling Xing by her side.

Wen Zhimiao's gorgeous clothes were already stained with blood.

There was no longer any smug look on her face.

"Do you know who I am?" She said to the killer in front of her, maintaining her last bit of pride.

"If you kill me, the Queen Mother will definitely wipe out your entire family."

Wen Zhimiao shouted.

The killers obviously didn't listen to her.

If he didn't know her identity, he wouldn't have come to assassinate her.

The fight continued again, and the rain washed the blood into the soil.

The carnival on the island was still going on, and at this moment by the lake, the most noble person in the world except for the emperor was kicked by the killer, and then unexpectedly fell into the fast-flowing lake.

For a moment, the killers, the people observing secretly, and the guards led by Chu An were all in a panic.

What are the chances that a seriously injured and pampered person would survive if he fell into a fast-flowing lake on a rainy day like this?

No one dared to think about it.