Reborn, the daughter of the Marquisate went crazy

The setting sun slowly sank, the last ray of afterglow in the sky quietly faded away, and the earth was shrouded in a layer of mysterious gray gauze.

The Song Mansion, a merchant family in the south of Jiazhou Prefecture, was robbed by gangsters. The owner, Mr. Song, was beaten severely and nearly burned to death.

How dare someone dare such a heinous act in such a clear and bright world? Jiazhou Prefect Huang Dai was furious and vowed to bring the thief to justice and bring justice to Master Song. The thief's portrait was plastered all over the streets of Jiazhou Prefecture. Martial law was imposed at the city gates. Guards in armor, holding torches, patrolled the streets in a solemn manner. The people, in a state of panic, closed their doors and windows early.

Under the cover of night, Chu Yuncang, dressed in night clothes, transformed into a nimble cheetah, leaping and whirling silently among the rooftops of the capital city. Behind him, seven or eight shadow guards followed closely.

Watching the guards patrolling the streets, Chu Yuncang sneered inwardly. The Song Mansion, a small merchant family, had caused such a stir in the city. Who would believe it? Today, the shadow guards brought back several portraits of notorious gangsters, and his face was among them. Huang Dai had the audacity to openly search the streets to apprehend him. He must have someone powerful behind him. Could it really be Empress Meng?

Looking at the Yunlai Inn in the distance, Chu Yuncang's eyes darkened. Tomorrow is the Cold Food Festival, the day when Xiao Yan died in his dream.

During the day, he dispatched most of his shadow guards, but they only found a group of tourists who had checked into the Yunlai Inn a few days ago. They were suspected to be Xiao Yan and his guards, but they had hurriedly left the inn last night and had not been seen since. The shadow guards searched for a day but found no trace of them.

If the killer in the dense forest last night was from Nanjing, and Xiao Yan received a signal from the killer, changed his original plan and left in a hurry, then it would make sense. But then, when and where the group of black-clad killers who appeared at the inn in the dream would appear became unknown.

When they reached an empty courtyard, a group of people suddenly appeared from the air and engaged in a fight with Chu Yuncang and the others. The night was dark, and neither side knew who the other was, and the fight was fierce and fierce.

The dark clouds suddenly dispersed, and a faint moonlight shone down.

Chu Yuncang saw one of them, wearing a dark brocade robe, a jade hairpin, and a pair of eyes as gentle as jade. It was Xiao Yan. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, pretending to meet him for the first time, and asked in surprise, "Is that Brother Wang Yan across from me?"

Xiao Yan paused slightly, made a ceasefire gesture, looked at Chu Yuncang, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "But Brother Yuncang?"

Chu Yuncang pulled down his veil and smiled, "Brother Yan, long time no see. I hope you are well."

Xiao Yan was delighted. It was indeed Brother Yuncang. It had been six or seven years since they last met. Just as he was about to approach him to express his farewell, a guard behind him suddenly threw a handful of medicinal powder across the street, drew his sword, and shouted, "Your Highness, this is Chu Yuncang, the Crown Prince of Dongling. Kill him now!"

Chu Yuncang was caught off guard and was suddenly attacked by the powder. He quickly held his breath, but still inhaled some. The shadow guards drew their swords and engaged in a fight with Xiao Yan's guards.

Xiao Yan was stunned. Shengjing Yuncang, the Crown Prince of Dongling, Chu Yuncang? In a flash, he figured it all out and shouted, "Stop!" Between friends and the mission, he chose friends.

Just at this moment, another group of men in black rushed over. Chu Yuncang was slightly shocked. Looking at their movement, he found that they were exactly the group of black-clad killers in the inn in his dream.

Chu Yuncang raised his sword to fight, only to find that his whole body was limp. The powder turned out to be muscle softening powder.

Seeing the men in black joining the battle, the scene became even more chaotic. Xiao Yan shouted at them, "Stop! The mission is aborted."

The leading man in black laughed arrogantly: "Your Highness, this is not up to you. You all must die today, especially you, Your Highness!" After saying that, he rushed towards Chu Yuncang, Xiao Yan and others, and every move was deadly.

Xiao Yan was shocked. His mother ordered him to sneak into Dongling and assassinate the prince of Dongling. Why did this group of killers arranged by his mother want to kill him? Did they rebel, or did his mother want to kill him?

Xiao Yan felt his heart tighten, but he didn't have time to think too much. Since Chu Yuncang was his friend, he couldn't let him die here. So he calmed his mind and fought hard.

Seeing that his side was gradually losing the upper hand, Chu Yuncang shouted, "Brother Yan, you and I should evacuate separately. Take care!" Chu Yuncang thought to himself that if they broke out separately, Xiao Yan would not die because of him again, and the tragedy in his dream would not happen again.

Shadow Guard Liuguang threw a smoke bomb at the men in black, and the smoke instantly filled the air. The men in black were like ants that had lost their antennae, unable to discern their direction. Chu Yuncang and Xiao Yan's groups quickly retreated in different directions.

……

Yunlai Inn.

The room was pitch black, and the bright moonlight flowed through the half-open window like a piece of white silk.

Xie Qingli sat on the ground, immersed himself in the shadow by the window, narrowed his eyes slightly, and frowned in thought.

Today, the entire city of Jiazhou is under martial law, and the city guards are searching everywhere. The inn is no longer safe. Chunya doesn't know martial arts, and Han Jue's face is too eye-catching, so Xie Qingli sent them to her adoptive mother's small house in the city. Tomorrow is Cold Food Festival, and she still wants to stay at the inn and try her luck.

Xie Qingli hadn't expected her mere robbery of the Song Mansion to cause such a stir in Jiazhou Prefecture. Song Zhaoxing didn't seem like someone with such immense power. Uncle Ping had gone out that afternoon to gather information, and since he hadn't returned, Xie Qingli was a little worried.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound from the roof. Xie Qingli opened his eyes suddenly, listened attentively, and held a dagger tightly in his hand.

With a "click", a man in black brocade clothes fell into the room through the half-open window. The thin moonlight seemed to be disturbed and trembled.

Without waiting for the man to move, Xie Qingli leaped forward and held the dagger against the man's neck. The man paused, having not expected someone to be in this dark room. The person was hidden in the darkness, and his appearance could not be seen clearly.

With the help of the bright moonlight, Xie Qingli could clearly see the man's appearance. He was extremely handsome, with cold eyes. The silver moonlight shone on his face, making him look somewhat holy, as if an immortal from heaven had accidentally fallen to the earth.

Xie Qingli's breath hitched. In her previous life, she had often heard the maids in the Marquis's mansion privately discussing how the Third Prince, Chu Yunyuan, was unparalleled in appearance, and how the eldest daughter, Xie Qingyao, was blessed with great fortune. But compared to this person, how could the Third Prince even remotely compare?

The man sensed Xie Qingli's daze and took the opportunity to knock down Xie Qingli's dagger. He grabbed Xie Qingli's shoulders with a swift movement, pulled her out of the darkness and pressed her to the floor, his rough hands wrapping around her slender neck.

Xie Qingli was furious that she was dazzled by the handsomeness of a man. How hateful!

Xie Qingli's face, illuminated by the moonlight, revealed that of a boy of twelve or thirteen. His features were ordinary, but his eyes, like black gemstones, sparkled and shone with exceptional brightness. There was wariness in those eyes, perhaps even a hint of annoyance, but not fear.

"Who are you?" The man's voice was cold and deep. His rough hands tightened. The skin in his hands felt delicate, like fine mutton-fat jade.

At this moment, the man's eyes lost their coldness, revealing the dignity and pressure that only a superior can have. Xie Qingli was surprised. Could this person appearing here at this moment be Chu Yuncang, the Crown Prince of Dongling?