After traveling through time, I became a princess in ancient times

Su Muran swung his sleeves vigorously, trying to break free from Huang Shanshan's entanglement, and his movements were powerful enough to not be underestimated.

"Stop it, I have something else to take care of."

Huang Shanshan was shocked by the sudden force and staggered back a few steps, but she did not give up. Instead, she stood firmer stubbornly, with her hands still tightly grasping Su Muran's sleeves.

"What could be more important than our marriage? Su Muran, do you know what you are running away from?"

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, so stay if you want."

Su Muran waved his hand resolutely, as if to throw all the entanglements behind him, but with his other hand he grabbed Jing Dieyi's arm, strode through the ornate wooden door, and stepped into the threshold of another VIP room.

In the private room, soft lights sprinkled on the exquisite decorations, creating a private atmosphere and isolating the noise from the outside world. Without Huang Shanshan's interruption, the world was quiet.

Su Muran sat heavily on the sofa, with a look of barely perceptible helplessness. The faint bruise at the corner of his mouth looked even more shocking under the soft light.

His fingertips touched the scar on his cheek, but his eyes never left Jing Dieyi's eyes full of concern.

Jing Dieyi stood in front of him, her eyes filled with both heartache and reproach. She slowly reached out her hand and lightly touched the wound on Su Muran's cheek with her fingertips: "Madam, you are too ignorant of the severity of the situation. Sir... why do you indulge her like this?"

"What happened between Huang Shanshan and I was a family burden and a helpless promise made when we were young. But what happened today was indeed too much. However, you shouldn't have hit her."

Su Muran stood up and walked to the window, with his back to Jing Dieyi. The night outside the window was as dark as ink, telling of endless loneliness.

"Dieyi, I know you feel sorry for me, but sometimes protecting someone is not about keeping her away from the wind and rain, but about teaching her how to stand firm in the wind and rain. As for her, I will handle it properly and give her, and myself, an explanation."

Jing Dieyi walked forward lightly and stood side by side with Su Muran in front of the window. Their sleeves fluttered in the wind, like people in a painting.

She stared at Su Muran's resolute profile: "Sir, Miss Huang has always been the white moonlight in your heart. Are you really not going to confess this feeling to her? Perhaps, being honest with each other can resolve many unnecessary misunderstandings."

Su Muran looked into the distance with deep eyes, as if he could penetrate the night, and as if he was hiding an unknown tenderness.

"Some things, if the time is not right, will only cause more trouble if you say them. We are not only emotionally entangled, but also locked in family interests. How many people are eyeing us behind the scenes? If I tell her, I'm afraid it will cause even bigger waves."

"Sir, you always consider the overall situation, but forget that people's hearts are fickle. If Miss Huang knew what you were thinking, maybe she would be able to sober up after the pain. What happened today was not your fault, but she was too obsessed. If that day really comes, I am willing to accompany you through thick and thin, and let the hatred become an opportunity for her growth, rather than a shackle that binds you."

Su Muran turned around and approached Jing Dieyi, gently brushing a strand of hair on her cheek: "Dieyi, how could I not understand your feelings? But in my heart, I have always loved Huang Shanshan, and the only woman I have chosen can only be her."

Jing Dieyi had been a powerful figure for many years, and the complex emotions in his eyes quickly subsided. He made a solemn and simple salute: "I understand your concern, and I will do my best to assist you. But please remember that no matter when and where, Dieyi is your strongest backing. If the storm comes, Dieyi is willing to use his flesh and blood to support a clear sky for you."

"Dieyi, I need a computer now."

Hearing this, Jing Dieyi quickly left the private room and soon came back with a silver laptop.

The light was focused on the unfolded computer, and the halo of the screen cast mottled light and shadow on Su Muran's stern face.

He tapped the keyboard quickly. The characters on the screen jumped rapidly and the complex codes surged like a tide.

Jing Dieyi stood aside, his eyes full of admiration, because Su Muran was the best hacker in the country, bar none. He was searching for the IP address that sent the threatening letter.

However, Huang Shanshan did not leave the Xinghui Bar. It was already 8 o'clock in the evening, and the nightlife was about to begin.

Inside the bar, neon lights interweave into a colorful sea of light, and the deafening music seems to swallow up all worries.

Huang Shanshan sat in the corner of the bar. The hustle and bustle around her was out of tune with her. The only thing in her eyes was the constantly shaking cocktail, the red liquid was just like her angry mood at the moment.

In the center of the dance floor, the scene of the crowd reveling made her loneliness even more apparent, and she became more resentful of Su Muran's attitude.

The lights in the bar cast shadows of varying light and dark on that delicate face, and there was an inextricable sorrow between her brows.

She raised her glass and drank it all in one gulp. The spicy taste of alcohol rushed straight to her throat, but it seemed unable to numb the pain in her heart.

Huang Shanshan called the bartender again, her tone filled with anger: "Give me another drink, the strongest one."

At this time, a young man with flamboyant yellow hair - Huangmao, staggered over with a malicious smirk on his face, trying to break the coldness around her.

"Hey, pretty girl, drinking alone is so boring, why don't you have your brother accompany you? My name is Huangmao, what about you, pretty girl?"

The yellow-haired boy said the most frivolous words, but his restless hand had already been placed on the shoulder that many people wanted to put their hands on.

Huang Shanshan turned around suddenly, her eyes as cold as a knife, and said in a cold voice: "Get out of here, take your dirty hands away, don't touch me."

Huangmao's laughter was particularly harsh in the noise. Ignoring the anger in Huang Shanshan's eyes, he continued to pull her arm, trying to drag her into a darker corner.

Huang Shanshan struggled hard, her high heels making sharp sounds on the smooth ground, but she was unable to break free from the iron-like hands.

This scene was seen by a waiter in uniform. He walked anxiously through the dancing crowd and rushed into the private room where Jing Dieyi was at almost a sprint speed.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and the waiter panted and pointed outside the door: "Sister Jing, it's bad, Miss Huang was forcibly dragged by some unscrupulous people, and it looks like something bad is about to happen."

When Su Muran heard the waiter's words, his hands that were typing on the keyboard trembled noticeably. He immediately put down what he was doing and rushed out of the private room, with Jing Dieyi following closely behind him.

Huang Shanshan was struggling to resist, her hair was disheveled, but she could not get rid of the increasingly ferocious entanglement of the yellow hair. What was even more hateful was that no one came forward to help, as if they were used to it.

Just when Huangmao was feeling smug and thought he could make the flowers bloom again tonight, a figure quickly ran towards him.

Su Muran's hand grasped his wrist with great force, causing the yellow-haired man's rosy face to turn pale in an instant due to the pain.

Then, Su Muran turned around, and with the force of turning, he punched the yellow-haired man in the chin with a swift and powerful punch. With a crisp sound of bone breaking, the yellow-haired man was thrown out like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily on the ground not far away, splashing a chaotic scene of screams.

Su Muran stepped forward quickly, grasped Huang Shanshan's slender and slightly trembling arms without saying anything, and asked domineeringly: "Huang Shanshan, why did you drink so much?"

Huang Shanshan suddenly looked up, and her eyes, which usually sparkled with wisdom, were now covered with a layer of mist.

She shook her hands vigorously and broke free from Su Muran's restraints, her voice full of anger and grievance: "Who do you think you are? It's not your turn to intervene in my affairs."

Her tone was filled with stubborn unwillingness, as if every word was an accusation of the unresolved knot between them.

The yellow-haired man covered his swollen chin, bloodshot at the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of anger. He staggered to his feet from the ground cursing. The noise around him seemed to freeze at this moment.

Suddenly, several young men with colorful hair jumped out from the crowd like ghosts and quickly surrounded Su Muran, forming a malicious encirclement.

The lights in the bar cast mottled shadows on them, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere.

Su Muran did not move, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle. He protected Huang Shanshan tightly behind him without hesitation. His determined back seemed to be able to withstand all the storms in the world.

Huang Mao threatened viciously: "Mind your own business."

But Su Muran just sneered, with a disdainful arc on his lips: "No one of you can touch my people today."

Huang Shanshan stared blankly at Su Muran's profile with clear lines, which at this moment revealed a firm desire to protect him. A warm feeling surged in her heart, mixed with unbelievable surprise.

Seeing this, the bodyguards not far away whispered respectfully to Jing Dieyi: "Sister Jing, do you want to help Mr. Su?"

"Don't panic, Mr. Su will handle it himself."

The yellow-haired man's face turned pale and he roared angrily, waving his fists like an enraged beast and rushing towards Su Muran first.

The other boys with dyed hair followed closely behind, and the air in the bar seemed to be ignited, filled with violence.

Su Muran was agile and easily avoided the yellow-haired man's attack. He then threw a hook with his backhand, which hit him hard in the abdomen. The punch was quite heavy and he bent over in pain.

A young man took the opportunity to attack from the flank, the wine bottle in his hand flashing with cold light, and went straight to Huang Shanshan.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the wine bottle that was about to fall. Su Muran was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He suddenly jumped up and crossed a distance of several meters in an instant. His palm caught the wine bottle accurately like a pair of pliers. There was a click, and the wine bottle shattered. The fragments flew everywhere but no one was hurt.

The back of Su Muran's hand was lightly scratched by a sharp piece of glass, leaving a long blood mark. The blood slowly seeped out, appearing particularly glaring under the dim light.

His brows were slightly furrowed, but he showed no trace of pain, and his eyes were even colder, like the biting wind in winter.

Huang Shanshan's heart suddenly clenched, and she took a step forward involuntarily, wanting to touch the wound, but afraid of hurting him, so she could only anxiously call out: "Are you...are you okay?"

At this moment, another young man rushed forward with a roar, and his fist hit Su Muran in the face with a sound of wind.

Su Muran dodged the attack easily by moving his body to the side, then kicked out with a fierce kick, accurately kicking the opponent's knee. With a scream, the young man fell to the ground, curled up in pain.

His eyes flashed, and he suddenly pulled Huang Shanshan's hand, holding her tightly against his chest. The dyed-haired boys were frightened and took a few steps back, but their arrogance was not completely extinguished.

Su Muran took a step forward and rushed into the crowd.

The wind from their fists was whistling, as if they had transformed into the gods of war in the play. Wherever the two of them went, the dyed-haired boys fell to the ground.

The yellow-haired man roared and rushed forward again, but Su Muran dodged by leaning sideways. Then he kicked him sideways, sending him flying several meters and falling onto the bar, with tables and chairs flying all over the place.

Jing Dieyi approached slowly with steady steps, accompanied by several burly bodyguards. Every step seemed to step on the heartstrings of Huangmao and others, making them tremble.

Her cold eyes looked even sharper in the dim light, as if they could see into the deepest fears in people's hearts.

Walking up to the yellow-haired man, Jing Dieyi didn't hesitate at all and raised his hand to give him a loud slap. The crisp sound was extremely clear in the noisy bar, attracting everyone's attention. The music in the bar had already stopped.

The yellow-haired man staggered after being hit by the sudden slap, his cheeks became red and swollen, and his eyes were full of shocked fear.

"Jing...Sister Jing, why...why are you here?"

The originally arrogant yellow-haired man's voice was trembling so much that his vocal cords were moving slightly. He said this sentence in a begging tone. No one in the underworld dared to provoke the queen Jing Dieyi.

Her murderous eyes showed no mercy, only cold determination: "Mr. Su is my honored guest, how dare you touch him? In the entire underworld market of Kyoto, no one dares not to give face to me, Jing Dieyi."

Her words were like ice, making people shudder.

The yellow-haired man's legs bent uncontrollably, and his knees hit the cold ground heavily, making a dull sound.

He propped himself up with his hands, pressed his forehead against the ground, and begged for mercy in a sobbing voice: "Sister Jing, I was wrong. I really didn't know Mr. Su was your honored guest. If I had known, I would never have dared to be so presumptuous. Please spare me this time."

The other boys with dyed hair were so frightened that their faces turned pale. They followed the yellow-haired boy's example and knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe, for fear that more severe punishment would fall on them.

Jing Dieyi raised his hand slightly, and his fingertips drew an invisible command in the air. The bodyguards immediately understood and quickly approached the kneeling teenagers without any delay.

Huangmao and the others only felt a black screen before their eyes, and then the bodyguards lifted one of their arms and dragged them off the ground forcibly.

Their struggle seemed so powerless, as if they were tightly bound by an invisible net. The lights flickered as they struggled, casting distorted shadows, which made them even more depressing.

Jing Dieyi's eyes never left Su Muran and Huang Shanshan. He didn't expect that after so many years, the Tyrant's strength was still as powerful as ever. If it weren't for protecting his wife, no one would have been able to hurt him at all.

As the bodyguards gradually walked away, the bar regained its tranquility for a moment, leaving only the wailing of Huangmao and others as they were dragged away, and gradually all other sounds disappeared.

Huang Shanshan's cheeks were flushed due to the alcohol and her eyes were blurry, as if the whole world was shaking with her breathing.

She unconsciously snuggled up to Su Muran's solid chest, her head resting lightly on his shoulder, her breath carrying a faint scent of wine and the unique freshness of his body.

Su Muran felt the weight of her body, his eyes gently fell on her peaceful sleeping face, and he slowly adjusted his posture so that her head could rest more comfortably. At the same time, he gently patted her back, as if comforting a frightened child.

After saying a few simple words to Jing Dieyi, Su Muran carefully picked up Huang Shanshan and walked out of the bar in everyone's sight. The night breeze outside the door was cool, gently blowing over the two of them, and even the wind gently guarded this tranquility.

Traveling through the neon-lit city, occasionally someone passes by and walks straight towards the black car parked on the side of the road.

The car door was quietly opened, and he gently placed Huang Shanshan in the back seat, adjusting her position to make her more comfortable.

Inside the car, the dim headlights shone on Huang Shanshan's sleeping face. Su Muran carefully covered her with a thin blanket, his eyes full of pity, and his heart ached slightly.

He then gently closed the door and walked around to the other side, sat in the driver's seat and started the engine. The car slowly drove away into the night, leaving behind two taillights that cut through the night and gradually faded away.