The prince kneels every day. Has the princess forgiven him today?

Song Xiwan's face was tense, but she was still determined. "No, I have to go there myself. Even if I promise you not to go now, I can't guarantee that I won't sneak out."

By then, Xie Chengqian would only be more worried.

Xie Chengqian was speechless.

This really seemed like something she would do, and she was clearly threatening him, yet she acted so confidently in front of him.

There's really nothing you can do against her.

"Don't show up unless it's absolutely necessary."

This was the biggest concession Xie Chengqian had ever made.

Song Xiwan raised an eyebrow, patted his shoulder and said, "I know my limits. This matter is urgent. Your Highness should act quickly and not delay matters."

She did not intend to act with Xie Chengqian. Qi Wei was such a cunning man that he must have a trick up his sleeve.

Only in the dark can you wait for the opportunity to act!

Xie Chengqian's expression darkened suddenly, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "You want to go alone?"

"No, I'm just borrowing the prince's purple gold guards."

Song Xiwan knew that he would not agree easily, so she did not push him any further. For safety reasons, she also decided not to act alone.

However, this did not make Xie Chengqian feel relieved. He stared at her with deep eyes, as if he was considering how to dissuade her from doing so.

Unexpectedly, Song Xiwan spoke first, "Xie Chengqian, I don't want to be a housewife confined to the backyard."

In her previous life, she was willing to be trapped in the backyard of Prince Xuan's mansion for three years, but she did not have a good ending.

Song Xiwan realized that this was not what she wanted and was not suitable for her.

She wants to make a place for herself in this world, work hard to gain fame, and improve her martial arts to protect herself and avenge her father.

If everything is left to Xie Chengqian, what's the point of her living her life again?

Xie Chengqian paused slightly, looked at the stubborn face with a serious look, and finally sighed softly.

"Don't get hurt."

Song Xiwan's eyes lit up and she nodded vigorously.

After seeing Xie Chengqian off, Song Xiwan changed into a black suit and left the Song Mansion quietly.

All the way to the house that Xie Chengqian mentioned.

Qi Wei’s hiding place!

She has been recuperating at home for a while, but she has never forgotten the hatred of the murderers in two lifetimes. She must kill the enemy with her own hands to vent her hatred!

The sky was just beginning to turn pale, but many people were already walking around the house.

They were surrounded by Xie Chengqian's men.

Song Xiwan hid in the dark and observed, scanning everything in the mansion with a cold gaze, but he could vaguely sense that something was wrong.

With such a big commotion, why does Qi Wei seem to have no intention of showing up?

"Search."

At this time, Xie Chengqian's extremely cold voice sounded.

His men acted immediately, rushing into the house with terrifying murderous intent, leaving no place where people could hide.

The house became increasingly noisy.

Many people who tried to escape were arrested, but almost all of them were slaves bought by Qi Wei locally, and there was not a single Cang person!

Song Xiwan's eyes were cold, and he turned and disappeared into the darkness.

That’s right, how could Qi Wei just sit here and wait to die?

If he wasn't here, where would he be hiding to watch this big show?

Song Xiwan was thinking about sending someone to pass on the message to Xie Chengqian when he caught a glimpse of a figure passing by quickly out of the corner of his eye.

It disappeared into the night in an instant!

Song Xiwan's eyes flashed, and she recognized at a glance that the moves performed by the figure were exactly the ones Yan Wushuang had taught her.

Yan Wushuang is here too?

Where is he going?

While Song Xiwan was confused, he used his lightness skills to catch up. Fortunately, Yan Wushuang seemed to be afraid of something and did not use his full strength.

Otherwise, she might not be able to keep up.

When they were halfway through the chase, Song Xiwan roughly knew where Yan Wushuang was going, the mansion that Xie Qiang had set up outside the palace.

Xie Qiang has already entered the palace. Could it be that Yan Wushuang is going to look for Qi Wei?

When this guess flashed through Song Xiwan's mind, his body stiffened slightly, and he slightly controlled his restrained breath.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Wushuang was no longer in sight.

Song Xiwan frowned and was about to look for it when a sound that cut through the air suddenly rang in her ears.

"call out--"

Danger is coming!

Song Xiwan subconsciously dodged and fought back. When she was blocking the opponent's moves, she recognized that the opponent was Yan Wushuang and was very surprised.

Yan Wushuang's martial arts are much more powerful than in his previous life!

Is it that she has never discovered it, or has Yan Wushuang made progress in this life?

After a few moves, Yan Wushuang's eyes were filled with surprise, and he asked in a cold voice, "Who are you? How do you know the Yan family's unique moves?"

Song Xiwan suddenly felt guilty and panicked, and almost forgot that they had never competed in this life.

She used the Yan family's moves in every move, which naturally aroused Yan Wushuang's suspicion!

Song Xiwan gave up the idea of ​​taking off the black scarf to stop the fight. She had to escape first and change her clothes before talking to Yan Wushuang.

Unexpectedly, just as Song Xiwan was about to move, Yan Wushuang saw through her thoughts and forcefully intercepted her.

"Why do you want to escape?"

Yan Wushuang had experienced many ups and downs and prided himself on being able to judge people accurately. This woman who could use the Yan family's moves had no ill will towards him.

I was even afraid to see him!

why?

It was obvious that the entire Yan family was slaughtered and he was the only one left. He was the one who buried them personally. It was impossible for anyone to be alive.

But what if?

A little hope emerged in Yan Wushuang's heart. He was really fed up with this lonely life. He was the only one in the huge Yan Mansion.

The more he thought about it, the more Yan Wushuang acted without hesitation, and all his moves were directed at the mysterious woman's veil.

He wants to take it off!

When Song Xiwan realized this, he panicked and regretted catching up with Yan Wushuang out of curiosity, and now he had pushed himself into a trap.

She couldn't call out the Purple Gold Guards, because Yan Wushuang would definitely recognize them!

After this battle, Song Xiwan finally understood that even in a fair fight, she really could not beat her master Yan Wushuang.

"and many more!"

Out of desperation, she shouted to stop, lowering her voice deliberately.

Yan Wushuang didn't make any more moves. He looked at her calmly and asked, "Who are you?"

Song Xiwan said, "People in the martial arts world always keep their names secret. It's fine if you don't understand the rules, but why did you attack me without saying a word?"

She secretly stared at the direction suitable for escape, unable to continue wasting time with Yan Wushuang like this.

Otherwise Qi Wei would have run away!

Yan Wushuang said coldly, "You followed me all the way just now, what was your intention?"

Song Xiwan was shocked. Yan Wushuang had indeed noticed it from the very beginning. No wonder he would slow down his pace from time to time and only take action in a secluded place.

So scheming!

"You have misunderstood, sir. I just happened to be walking the same road. I have absolutely no intention of following you."

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, then take off your veil!"

Yan Wushuang responded calmly, but before he could finish his words, he threw a stone with a flick of his fingers.

It was too late for Song Xiwan to dodge and he was hit in the acupuncture points!

She was completely unable to move.

Song Xiwan felt desolate in her heart. She was really not prepared for Yan Wushuang, so she fell into his trap.