The funny counterattack of traveling through time and space and becoming a vicious female supporting

Chapter 158 The chess game continues to be full of dangers

Gu Yichen, like a steady mountain, slowly stood up, his fingers resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist like nimble snakes. His gaze, like the water of a deep pool, gazed intently out the door. The oppressive atmosphere in the air was like the calm before the storm, as if a devastating storm was about to sweep across.

"Mo Yan?" He called softly, his voice so low that it sounded like thunder rolling in the distance.

Mo Yan's rock-solid response came from outside the door, "Brother, I'm here."

Wen Yuan and Gu Yichen both relaxed slightly, nodding as if relieved. Mo Yan gently pushed open the door and bowed to the people inside like a breeze. His voice was low but filled with a hint of urgency, like a volcano about to erupt: "Brother, Master Wen, there's some unusual activity outside. I'm worried someone is plotting something bad."

Wen Yuan's expression instantly grew serious, like the cold moon on a chilly night. He said in a deep voice, "Send out people to check everywhere first. Make sure not to alert the enemy." His eyes narrowed slightly, and his mind raced, like a precision instrument, as the possible enemy movements gradually became clear in his mind. Could it be that the Third Prince's forces, whom we had just discussed, were already making moves like hungry wolves? Mo Yan took his orders and left. The atmosphere in the room once again grew tense, like a taut bowstring.

Xinying frowned and turned to look at Lu Ling'er and Gu Yichen. The worry in her eyes was like the cold stars twinkling in the night sky. "Could they be so fast? We were just discussing countermeasures, and now we have to face them?"

Gu Yichen slowly stood up, his expression as calm as a cedar in the snow. "No matter who they are, since they dare to attack, we can't back down easily."

He turned to look at Wen Yuan, his eyes firm. "I think if this is the Third Prince's men, it's probably not just a small fight. What are your plans?"

A cold glint flashed in Wen Yuan's eyes, and his tone was cold: "If they dare to attack, then I will naturally show no mercy. We came to Nanyang Prefecture not only to find out the truth, but also to suppress any illegal forces. Since they are eager to fall into our trap, let them have nowhere to escape."

After saying this, he slowly walked from the table to the window and opened it. A cold wind whistled in, bringing with it the faint sounds of commotion from outside. There seemed to be faint footsteps on the street, chaotic and rapid, as if a group of people were dispersing.

Everyone in the room exchanged silent glances, the atmosphere growing increasingly tense. Lu Ling'er tightened her grip on the red whip, a sense of alarm rising within her. Although pregnant, she didn't want to be a burden. She pursed her lips, trying to remain calm, her mind racing with possible responses.

Xinying gently grasped the jade flute in her hands, her eyes determined and her lips slightly raised, clearly ready. She said to Wen Yuan, "Ah Yuan, don't worry about us. If anything were to happen, Ling'er and I wouldn't just sit there and wait for death."

Wen Yuan turned his head and glanced at them. Seeing their determined expressions, he felt a little relieved, but he was still worried. He said in a deep voice, "If this matter is really dangerous, don't force yourself. Safety is the most important thing."

Lu Linger chuckled and glanced at him, a hint of cunning in her eyes, "Don't worry, we know the seriousness of the matter." Although she spoke lightly, there was still a trace of worry between her brows.

At this time, Mo Yan hurried in again and reported in a low voice: "Brother, the situation outside is not good. The Third Prince's troops are everywhere. It seems that they are well prepared and have set an ambush."