The Emperor's Favorite: The Useless and Crazy Concubine Who Conquers the World

Lan Yunyan listened quietly, as if she saw Ling Xiuhan as a child, that mischievous and adorable little boy. "So how did you become the outstanding person you are today?" she asked curiously.

Ling Xiu Han smiled, "Later, my family encountered some misfortunes, and I had to grow up quickly. I worked hard to learn martial arts and strategies, just to be able to protect my family."

Lan Yunyan held his hand and said, "You must have suffered a lot."

Ling Xiu Han shook his head, "All those hardships are nothing, because now I have you."

Unconsciously, the sky gradually brightened. The sunlight shone through the window onto them, bringing a touch of warmth.

"Xiu Han, go and do your thing." Lan Yunyan said gently.

Ling Xiuhan was slightly startled, a hint of reluctance flashing in his eyes. "Yan'er, I don't want to leave you."

Lan Yunyan gently held his hand and said with a smile: "I know you have your own responsibilities. Don't worry, I will wait for you here."

Ling Xiuhan stared into her eyes for a long moment before slowly nodding. "Okay, Yan'er, wait for me to come back."

He stood up, straightened his clothes, looked at Lan Yunyan deeply, then turned and left.

Ling Xiuhan turned and left, Lan Yunyan's eyes following his back.

The tall and straight figure outlined in the sunlight seemed to carry a kind of resolute strength, but it also made her heart ache.

She stood on tiptoe slightly, as if wanting to follow her sight further.

The breeze blew gently, blowing her hair, and a few strands of hair fluttered around her cheeks, but it could not disturb her focused and reluctant eyes.

It took a long time for Lan Yunyan to calm down. She still had her own things to do.

Lan Yunyan was wearing an elegant dress and walking briskly on the way to Qisha Pavilion.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps between the leaves, creating patches of light, and a gentle breeze brought a touch of coolness. However, she was unaware that a crisis was quietly approaching.

Suddenly, the atmosphere around became extremely depressing.

Lan Yunyan keenly sensed that something was wrong. She stopped and looked around vigilantly.

At this moment, a cold arrow whistled from the darkness, carrying with it the sound of sharp wind. Lan Yunyan dodged the fatal blow with a flash of her body.

Immediately afterwards, a group of men in black emerged from all directions. They all had stern faces and their eyes revealed fierce murderous intent.

Lan Yunyan's heart tightened, and she quickly drew the sword from her waist, staring at these uninvited guests with a firm gaze.

"Who are you? Why are you attacking me?" Lan Yunyan asked sternly.

The man in black did not answer, but just waved the weapon in his hand and rushed towards her like a tide.

Lan Yunyan brandished her sword and engaged in a fierce battle with the man in black. The shadows of the sword flashed, and the sound of metal clashing echoed in the air.

The men in black attacked fiercely, each move deadly. Although Lan Yunyan was a skilled martial artist, facing the siege of so many enemies, she gradually felt the strain.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and her breathing became rapid.

A man in black took the opportunity to attack her from behind. Lan Yunyan keenly sensed the danger, turned around suddenly, and blocked the attacker's attack with her sword.

However, another man in black took the opportunity to attack. Lan Yunyan was unable to dodge and her arm was cut, and blood immediately gushed out.

The pain made Lan Yunyan frown slightly, but she did not retreat. She gritted her teeth and continued to fight with the man in black.

Blood flowed down her arm and dripped onto the ground, but it did not weaken her fighting spirit at all.

Lan Yunyan's eyes were sharp, and she swung her sword even more swiftly. Her figure was as fast as lightning, weaving through the black-clad men, each swing of her sword carrying a resolute momentum.

Despite the severe pain from the wound, she had only one belief in her heart, that is, she must not fall down and must not let these men in black succeed.

Seeing Lan Yunyan being so tenacious, the man in black couldn't help but feel a little afraid.

But the order they received was to get rid of Lan Yunyan, so they had no choice but to continue the attack.

A man in black swung his sword at Lan Yunyan, but she dodged sideways and stabbed him with her sword. The man in black dodged quickly, but was still scratched on the arm by Lan Yunyan's sword.

Seeing this, the other men in black gathered around.

Lan Yunyan's eyes flashed, and she gripped the sword tightly in her hand. Although there was a hint of nervousness in her heart, she felt more determined and fearless.

She quickly scanned her surroundings, searching for an opportunity to break through. The men in black pressed closer and closer, swords and sabers flashing around her.

Lan Yunyan dodged the attacks nimbly, sometimes moving sideways, sometimes jumping, like a nimble butterfly flying through the storm.

A man in black took the opportunity to attack from behind. Lan Yunyan seemed to have eyes on her back. She turned around suddenly and blocked the fatal blow with her sword.

The sound of metal clashing echoed in the air, causing her arms to go numb slightly.

However, she did not retreat at all. Instead, she used this force to stab forward, and another man in black fell down.

But with so many enemies, Lan Yunyan gradually began to feel exhausted. Sweat streamed down her forehead, soaking her hair. Her breathing became rapid, and the pain in her wounds grew more intense.

Every time Lan Yunyan swung the sword, it seemed extremely difficult, but the sword edge was still sharp, and every attack was accurate.

She silently calculated in her mind that the number of enemies was decreasing, but her own physical strength was also rapidly depleting. She had to end this battle as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Suddenly, she noticed a dark shadow flash across a nearby rooftop. Lan Yunyan's heart tightened. It could be enemy reinforcements. She had to resolve the battle before they arrived.

She took a deep breath, mobilized the last bit of strength in her body, and her sword suddenly became wild.

Her swordsmanship no longer pursued precision, but instead launched a final attack on the men in black around her with an almost crazy speed and strength.

Swords flashed like rain, blood splattered everywhere, and the men in black fell one after another.