The besties traveled through the book together, and the prince and general became abandoned husbands

A rumbling sound like a mountain collapsing and the ground sinking came from the street. Zhao Qi's face changed and he immediately drew the sword from his waist and gave an order with a stern face:

"Guard the inn well. If anything goes wrong, escort the Imperial Concubine and the little prince away immediately."

"Yes, my lord!"

The uniform and harmonious response echoed throughout the long street. Under the gaze of Wei Dong and the secret guard, almost in an instant, flames swept over from the street and reached the vicinity of the inn in the blink of an eye.

"Kill me!!"

Looking at the swaying figure behind the fire, Zhao Qi's eyes became fierce, and his big knife drew a cold arc in the dark night, and he rushed forward first.

The secret guards flew up and followed, like piranhas swimming in the dark night, and in an instant they were entangled with the dark shadows behind the fire.

Upstairs, Jiang Wumei quickly woke up after hearing the noise, quickly put on her clothes, picked up the little one who was frightened by the loud noise, patted his back to comfort him, and quickly walked to the window to check the situation.

Looking down from her position, she could see clearly several huge fireballs rolling in from the street.

After the fireball, dozens of dark figures followed closely, like maggots attached to the bones, and rushed straight into the group of secret guards.

The sparks from the collision of swords and the flames rising into the sky were reflected in Jiang Wumei's eyes, causing her red lips to purse into a cold arc.

Qingzhi hurried over from next door, wearing only clothes.

Seeing the little prince crying anxiously, he hurried forward to help:

"Mother, something happened."

Qingzhi's voice was full of panic. Jiang Wumei's eyes were cold as she stared at the street below where people were moving around. She spoke calmly:

"Zhao Qi was tripped up by them, maybe someone else is going to deal with us.

Please pack up and we will go downstairs immediately."

Jiang Wumei had anticipated this scene.

Although she was nervous when the incident happened, she did not lose her composure.

Qingzhi reacted quickly, packed up the little prince's things, and immediately rushed downstairs with Jiang Wumei.

Zhao Qi was fighting with someone, but he was not a reckless person.

There were always secret guards protecting Jiang Wumei's room. As soon as she walked out of the room, she was protected by more than a dozen secret guards and hurried downstairs.

When everyone reached the entrance to the second floor, there was a sound of a door being broken, and wooden fragments were thrown into the air, hitting people and startling everyone.

Before Jiang Wumei could react, the secret guard had already rushed out and raised his knife to block the incoming arrow.

The flash of the knife clashed, and Jiang Wumei's heart trembled. She immediately hugged the child and stepped aside, walking down the corridor.

The wave of killers on the street was a diversion, and this is the second wave.

Jiang Wumei always felt that things would not end so easily, so she quickly walked downstairs with the remaining eight secret guards, holding the child.

Qingzhi followed closely behind Jiang Wumei, looking around vigilantly, ready to block the knife with his own body at any time.

As Jiang Wumei expected, before they reached the first floor, two more groups of assassins emerged and tried to capture her and the child.

The secret guard drew his sword and rushed forward, and in the burst of fire, he shouted to Jiang Wumei:

"Your Majesty, please go first. I will hold them back."

There was no need for the secret guard to warn them. Seeing that the situation was not good, Jiang Wumei continued to run with the child and Qingzhi.

At some point, a fire broke out on the third floor where Jiang Wumei lived. In the chaos, Jiang Wumei and Qingzhi protected the child and ran downstairs with a clear purpose, without even having time to look back at the situation behind them.

But without looking, Jiang Wumei knew that the secret guards were in decline. The assassins who poured into the inn one after another were extremely determined. Under the pressure of absolute numbers, even if the secret guards had excellent skills, they could not escape for a while.

In the lobby on the first floor, there were also secret guards fighting with assassins. Looking at the blood-splattered scene downstairs, Jiang Wumei turned around and pulled Qingzhi to the blind corner of the stairs.

The two of them hid in a corner in the darkness. There was a constant sound of fighting upstairs and downstairs. If any of the secret guards upstairs or downstairs were caught off guard, Jiang Wumei, the child, and even Qingzhi would not be able to escape death.

Listening to the increasingly fierce fighting sounds, Qingzhi suppressed his panic and a trace of courage flashed in his eyes:

"My lady, these people are obviously coming for you.

I am similar in shape to you, so let me lead them away."

Jiang Wumei's relationship with Qingzhi can no longer be simply described as master. After several years of being master and servant, Qingzhi has been deeply indebted to Jiang Wumei. In such a desperate situation, he is willing to die for her.

Jiang Wumei refused without hesitation:

"No, you can't go."

It's not that she is too naive, but the person behind this massive assassination tonight has obviously made thorough preparations, and these killers must all recognize her face.

If Qingzhi goes out rashly, he will only die in vain.

At some point, the crying child in her arms calmed down.

He thought that this escape was his mother playing with him. There was an innocent smile on her soft face, and she responded to Jiang Wumei's babbling in the midst of sword fighting.

Jiang Wumei placed her palm on the child's chubby little face, closed her eyes, and tears welled up in them.

She didn't know who it was, but she was determined to kill her and her child.

But since the person behind the scenes is willing to risk the death penalty for the entire clan and is determined to attack them and their child, he will definitely not let her and her child get away easily.

If she wants to break the deadlock tonight, she can only take this risk once.

"Qingzhi, please listen carefully to what I am going to say next."

Blinking away the tears, Jiang Wumei's eyes became firm and she spoke very quickly:

"I will hold the child's blanket and pretend to run away. The secret guards will definitely protect me as I leave the inn.

You must not move here. Wait until these assassins chase me away, then go and seek Zhao Qi's help."

The green branches shook violently, and the voice was choked with sobs:

"No, Madam, your body is worth a thousand gold and you cannot afford any mishaps.

Let me go, I can do whatever you say."

The sound of swords clashing was getting closer and closer, and the two men had no time to dwell on it.

Jiang Wumei stuffed the child into Qingzhi's arms, took off the small quilt wrapped around the child, and explained again:

"Since these assassins dared to kill me, they must know what I look like.

If you run away, they won't follow you and you won't be able to solve the current predicament.

Listen to me, stay here and I will come back to pick you up after we are out of danger."

Qingzhi knelt on the ground holding the child, tightly grasping the hem of Jiang Wumei's skirt, tears streaming down her face, trying to make her change her mind:

"My lady, please let me go.

Slaves and maids can cover their faces so they can’t see their faces.”

Jiang Wumei's face was filled with bitterness and moved. She supported Qingzhi and pushed her and the child into the shadows. Her voice was unyielding:

"It's too risky for you to go. The situation is urgent right now. If you still consider me your master, then listen to me.

Remember, protecting the child is protecting me.

Don't worry, I'll be fine with the secret guards here."

The loud noise of a human body smashing the stairs sounded above her head, silently urging Jiang Wumei to act immediately.

Finally, she touched the child's warm little face, and a hint of determination flashed in Jiang Wumei's eyes. She hugged the small quilt in her hands, as if she was hugging a child, and rushed out without looking back.

"Secret guards, obey your orders!

Do your best to escort me and the little prince away!

Anyone who dares to chase me will be killed without mercy!"

A cold and arrogant female voice resounded throughout the inn. Under the watchful eyes of all the assassins in the inn, Imperial Concubine Jiang Wumei rushed out of the inn quickly, holding the only prince of the Great Sage Emperor.

With a sharp whistle, all the assassins rushed towards the direction Jiang Wumei left.

The secret guards in the inn also surrounded Jiang Wumei with swords in hand, determined to carve a bloody path for her.