The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Jiang Wantang breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, she was lucky this time, as Xie Zhiyan was not there.

The archive was filled with a strong, old smell of paper. Jiang Wantang lit a tinder and searched through the books one by one according to the classification labels on the wooden bookshelf.

Time passed bit by bit, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on Jiang Wantang's forehead.

After searching for a long time, he finally found a record book about the birth and death of the royal heirs on the shelf in the corner.

However, just as she reached out to take the file, footsteps were suddenly heard outside the house.

Jiang Wantang's heart tightened, and he quickly blew out the fire stick and hid in the shadows.

The footsteps came from far away and finally stopped at the door of the archive.

The door opened, and a tall figure walked in first, holding a lantern. He said, "Sir, it's so late, why don't you go back to rest? If you have anything important, just let me find it."

Jiang Wantang was stunned in the dark. The person who spoke was Zhang Long. So, the 'sir' he was referring to must be Xie Zhiyan?!

She immediately held her breath and remained motionless.

Sure enough, the next moment, Xie Zhiyan walked in in a crimson robe. With just one glance, he narrowed his eyes and his gaze turned cold.

Then he looked at Zhang Long and said lightly: "I suddenly remembered that it was not here, but in my study."

"Let's go and look in my study."

Zhang Long was startled, then immediately understood the deep meaning in Xie Zhiyan's eyes and said, "Yes."

Then the two of them walked out and closed the door of the archive.

Seeing the footsteps outside the door gradually fade away and disappear, Jiang Wantang in the dark breathed a sigh of relief.

Xie Zhiyan was attending the Dali Temple, so she didn't dare stay any longer. She picked up the file and climbed out the window.

Just as he came out, someone suddenly grabbed his shoulders from behind.

Xie Zhiyan grabbed her arm and snorted coldly, "Who are you? How dare you go to the Dali Temple alone at night and walk into a trap?"

Jiang Wantang curled her lips, turned around and struck out with a palm, and at the moment when he dodged the defense, she flew two meters away.

A rough voice uttered from her throat: "Your Dali Temple's defense is nothing more than this."

The blatant provocative words undoubtedly angered the man in front of him.

Xie Zhiyan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his originally deep eyes were now cold and full of murderous intent: "You are looking for death!"

As the words fell, the sharp sword was unsheathed, and the sword light cut through the night sky like a cold star, heading straight for Jiang Wantang's neck.

Jiang Wantang was not in a hurry. She drew out the soft sword from her waist and moved lightly among the sword shadows. The soft sword in her hand was like a flexible snake, swinging in the air with her movements, drawing silver tracks.

Xie Zhiyan's eyes flashed, and he appeared in front of Jiang Wantang in an instant. His swordsmanship became more and more fierce, and his sword force was as fierce as a storm, and every sword strike hit the vital point.

Jiang Wantang's soft sword is unpredictable, using softness to overcome hardness. She is light and graceful, turning in the air like a flying swallow, waving her soft sword with continuous momentum like a rainbow.

The two men fought from the yard to the roof. The two entangled figures fought fiercely and it was difficult to distinguish them under the moonlight. The sword light and sword shadow intertwined, flashing cold light under the moonlight.

Xie Zhiyan's long sword pierced Jiang Wantang's vitals like a flash of lightning. Jiang Wantang's eyes were like frost, and the soft sword in his hand was raised instantly, wrapping around the long sword like a spirit snake. The two swords intersected, making a crisp sound under the night sky, and sparks flew everywhere.

In a flash, Xie Zhiyan saw Jiang Wantang's eyes clearly and was stunned for a moment. In that moment, his arm was scratched by her soft sword.

The next moment, he changed the momentum of his sword. He no longer pressed forward step by step, using every sword move to kill. Instead, he retreated to advance, and while advancing and retreating, he reached out his hand to attack the black scarf covering her face.

Want to remove her veil? No way!

Jiang Wantang curled up the corners of her mouth in a sneer, and with a light tap of her toes, her slender figure instantly moved back two steps.

The strong wind lifted a strand of her black hair, brushing it lightly across Xie Zhiyan's fingertips, barely avoiding his attack.

Xie Zhiyan looked at his empty palms. The feeling of the black hair brushing against his face was still lingering in his mind. He could even smell the unique fragrance of a woman.

At this time, Zhang Long had led his men to surround the courtyard, and the entire Dali Temple was filled with guards on three layers outside.

"Sir, do you want to leave him alive?" Zhang Long's loud voice came from behind him.

Xie Zhiyan's stunned eyes suddenly cleared up, his handsome face was tinged with frost, and he looked at the masked man in black in front of him with dark and deep eyes.

At this moment, his eyes were gleaming with a light that others could not understand, like a hunter who had finally waited for the prey that interested him.

Xie Zhiyan looked at the man in black in front of him and said with a half-smile, "Run?"

"Why don't you run away?"

The Dali Temple was surrounded and she couldn't escape.

Seeing this, Jiang Wantang glared at him unhappily, snorted coldly, and ignored him.

Xie Zhiyan said coldly, "How dare you break into the Dali Temple at night?"

"I've seen stupid people, but I've never seen anyone who offered himself up to me."

"Your kung fu is quite good, but my men have already surrounded the Dali Temple. Do you think you can escape this time?"

Xie Zhiyan asked in a low voice, step by step approaching the black-clad and masked Jiang Wantang, and said word by word, "Be smart and surrender."

Jiang Wantang curled her lips into a smile and challenged him fearlessly, "What if I refuse?"

Xie Zhiyan looked at the familiar pair of eyes in front of him, and felt a little irritated for no reason. When he heard her ignorant and provocative words, his expression became even uglier.

He spoke without hesitation: "Then don't blame me for being rude!"

Jiang Wantang snorted coldly and said sarcastically, "From the very beginning, Master Xie's moves were deadly. How could he ever be polite?"

Xie Zhiyan twitched the corners of his lips, but suddenly he smiled softly, his tone quite intriguing: "If I had known it was you, I would have shown mercy."

"Because, foxes, it's more fun to catch them alive."

"I told you to hide your tail and not get caught by me."

"I didn't expect you to come to me so soon?"

Jiang Wantang narrowed her eyes slightly. Did he recognize her?

So what if he recognized her? She must not let him catch her today.

Jiang Wantang smiled and said, "Thank you, sir. How about we make a deal?"

As she spoke, she took out the file she had just taken from the archives, weighed it in her hand, and said slowly, "I have something in here that your Excellency needs."

"Let me go and I'll give you this."

There was a lot of temptation in his words.

Xie Zhiyan stood on the roof, with thick and colorful eyebrows and an indescribable coldness all over his body.

He snorted and laughed, his tone fierce: "As long as I capture you alive, won't the things in your hand still fall into my hands?"

Jiang Wantang smiled, took out a lighter from his pocket, placed it under the file, and threatened, "Really?"

"Master Xie, are you going to fight me to the death?"