Marrying Wife and Concubine Together: After Rebirth, I Remarried the Scumbag's Father on the Sp

He said calmly, "Marquis Zhan Yi, if I were you, I would take my wife back to the mansion and wait for news!"

Zhan Yan interrupted without hesitation: "How dare you, Zuo Qing, do you really think Xiao Si will succeed?"

Zuo Qing is one of Xiao Si's think tanks. He usually pretends to be gentle and polite, but in fact he is extremely vicious and cruel. He has twelve blood guards under his command and is an extremely sinister villain.

He narrowed his eyes and smiled, "My Lord, as loyal servants, who wouldn't want our master to achieve great things and rise to prominence in the future?"

Zhan Yan snorted coldly: "You are courting death!"

Zuo Qing also sneered, "My Lord, you are stubborn and refuse to change your ways. Don't blame my Blood Guards for taking action. If you want to enter the palace, you must get past them first!"

He suddenly took a half step back, and the twelve blood guards behind him had completely surrounded Zhan Yan and his wife.

Zhan Yan lowered his voice and reminded Lin Yiwan, "While I'm fighting them, you must rush to the palace immediately and save the emperor first!"

A look of worry flashed across Lin Yiwan's face. At this time, Zhan Yan had already left all the secret guards around him in the palace to search for the Loyal and Brave King Xiao Si. Could he fight against the twelve Blood Guards alone?

She quickly stuffed a ball into his hand and said, "This is for you to use to escape. If you can't win, just throw it away. When this thing breaks, it will make them dizzy for a moment!"

Zhan Yan nodded heavily: "Understood!"

Lin Yiwan hesitated for a moment before speaking quickly: "Zhan Yan, you must stay alive. After this is over, we will consummate our marriage!"

He was stunned for a moment. Hadn't he soaked for the full 49 days?

Can it be advanced?

Instantly, his entire body was filled with strength, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent. He quickly drew the long sword from his waist and shouted angrily, "Come on! This duke really doesn't take these worthless Blood Guards seriously!"

The cold sword was unsheathed, and murderous aura was overflowing!

Zuo Qing waved his hand without hesitation: "Go!"

The twelve Blood Guards flew forward and attacked directly towards Zhan Yan and his wife.

Zhan Yan was worthy of being a general of the Sheng Dynasty. His sword energy was sharp and he injured several blood guards in succession while dodging and moving around.

But they did not retreat, as if the wounds were not on their bodies. Even if they were bleeding, it did not affect their attack speed at all.

Lin Yiwan was stunned. My goodness, aren't they made of flesh and blood? How could they not feel pain?

Just as her thoughts were in turmoil, a crescent-shaped knife fell on her head.

In a flash, a nimble figure suddenly rushed out.

Seeing her sharp swordsmanship, who else could it be but Zi'er?

She joined the battle and quickly relieved the pressure on Zhan Yan.

She turned to look at Lin Yiwan: "Let's go!"

Lin Yiwan nodded and ran away.

How could Zuo Qing let her go? He quickly rushed to her and raised his hand to grab her: "Madam Hou, I'm sorry!"

Lin Yiwan subconsciously held her ears and yelled, "No, don't catch me!"

Zuo Qing was stunned for a moment, and in that instant, a sharp silver needle suddenly pierced his wrist.

The sharp pain made him subconsciously reach out to pinch Lin Yiwan's neck.

She dodged nimbly and ran away again.

Zuo Qing only felt a wave of darkness in front of his eyes, and he immediately understood that the needle that Lin Yiwan had just stabbed must be poisonous.

He quickly said, "Come here, catch her, don't let her enter the palace!"

Several more men in black came down and blocked Lin Yiwan's way.

She frowned and said, "Aren't there twelve Blood Guards? Where did you come from?"

Zuo Qing snorted coldly: "The twelve blood guards are specially assigned to deal with Zhan Yan. As for you, you are just an ordinary guard!"

Lin Yiwan raised the corners of her lips in a mocking tone: "Then you really underestimated me. Although my boxing skills are not very strong, I have drugs in my hand!"

She quickly pulled out a small bottle from her sleeve and poured it on all the people.

While they were still talking, she ran away quickly.

Zuo Qing was furious: "Idiot, go after him!"

Several people were chasing her relentlessly, which made her a little anxious.

How could she escape from the pursuers behind her on her two legs?

Just at this moment, the sound of a carriage came from not far away.

Then Lin Ran's voice suddenly rang out: "Wanwan? Come up quickly!"

Lin Yiwan's face was immediately filled with joy: "Uncle?"

She ran over and held his wrist.

He pulled her into the carriage with all his strength, and the men in black were left behind.

Zuo Qing's expression suddenly changed, and he urged without hesitation: "Go after them on horseback, and make sure to stop them, quickly!"

The carriage sped along, and Lin Yiwan was very worried about Emperor Sheng An's injury.

Lin Ran said solemnly, "Xiao Si is desperate now. I'm afraid all his men have already mobilized. It won't be easy for us to enter the palace!"

Lin Yiwan nodded: "Yes, those blood guards entangled Zhan Yan and made him unable to do anything!"

As he spoke, sharp feather arrows shot towards the carriage.

The groom outside was anxiously shouting, "Master Ran, there are too many archers on the other side, it's hard for my subordinates to dodge!"

Lin Ran reached out and opened the carriage curtain, and saw that an arrow had hit his arm.

Blood was dripping down, but he still didn't let go of the reins.

Lin Ran ordered without hesitation: "Abandon the carriage!"

The three of them immediately rolled off the carriage, and many arrows flew over their heads.

Lin Yiwan tightly grasped the wheelchair handle and quickly helped Lin Ran up again.

He blew the bronze flute hanging on his chest, and then several Dali Temple guards came running over.

Among them, the one rushing in the front was Wanmian. She was wearing a purple training suit and looked very dashing.

Lin Ran instructed her, "Wanmian, take Wanwan with you and continue to enter the palace. The rest of us will continue to intercept the pursuers!"

Lin Yiwan felt a slight warmth in her heart, and she said in a muffled voice: "Uncle, be careful!"

Lin Ran nodded: "The Dali Temple guards are not made of paper. They can easily deal with a few scoundrels. Don't worry, let's go!"

Lin Yiwan also understood that the situation was critical and it was not the time to be pretentious.

She turned around and ran quickly towards the palace. At this time, she could vaguely see the towering palace gate.

Wanmian protected her and ran directly to Chengming Hall in the palace with the gold medal.

However, the surroundings were quiet and there was no one in sight.

Lin Yiwan subconsciously frowned, "Sister Wan? What's going on? Why is there no one here? Didn't the palace guard just say that the emperor was in Chengming Palace?"

Wanmian looked around and said, "I'm afraid that person provided false information and deliberately delayed us!"

Lin Yiwan felt a little regretful. When she left, she should have asked Zhan Yan about the specific palace where the emperor was placed.

Now, even if she entered the palace, she would not be able to see the emperor in time.

Just as she was about to turn to the imperial study, a young eunuch suddenly ran over anxiously from a distance. He shouted sharply, "Madam Hou, I'm so glad to find you. The Emperor has been sent to the Empress's palace. I will take you there!"