Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

After Feng Qingyue said goodbye to Ling Yuxiao, she walked towards the mansion with her maids Su Jin and A Cui. The afterglow of the setting sun cast a long shadow on them.

As the three of them moved forward quietly, a slight gust of wind suddenly rustled from the side. Su Jin, ever vigilant, immediately raised her head and whispered, "Miss, there's an assassin!" Feng Qingyue's face paled instantly, as she keenly sensed the dangerous aura rapidly approaching.

Ah Cui screamed in fear. Unable to perform any martial arts, she involuntarily hid behind Feng Qingyue, trembling. Su Jin, on the other hand, protected Feng Qingyue behind him without hesitation, her eyes full of vigilance, like a mother leopard protecting her cubs.

At that moment, an assassin suddenly thrust his sword forward with astonishing speed, the blade gleaming with a chilling cold light in the setting sun. Feng Qingyue's eyes glared, and her steps shifted swiftly, her body gliding forward and to the left like a ghost. This move was incredibly skillful, precisely dodging the assassin's sharp sword strike. Simultaneously, she clenched her right fist, exerting force from her waist, twisting her entire body violently, channeling all her strength into her right fist and delivering a fierce blow to the assassin's face. The punch was so powerful that it sent a whistling sound, as if the very air itself were being split apart by the force.

The assassin was clearly unprepared for Feng Qingyue's skill, and was momentarily startled. However, his long training quickly helped him recover. He jerked his head back, and Feng Qingyue's fist narrowly missed his nose. The assassin blocked with his sword, and with a clang, the sound of metal clashing echoed through the air, successfully neutralizing any subsequent attacks Feng Qingyue might have launched.

However, this was just the beginning. In an instant, other assassins surged forward, surrounding the three of them. Feng Qingyue thought to herself, "Oh no!" With so many assassins, she was afraid she would be unable to handle them with her limited martial arts skills.

Su Jin showed no fear. A dagger suddenly appeared in her hand, and she charged at the approaching assassin with lightning speed. Her steps were light and nimble, like the agility of a deer, and she was instantly in front of an assassin. Su Jin crouched slightly, and the dagger in her hand slashed upwards, creating a streak of cold light. The assassin felt a flash of light before his eyes, and tried to dodge, but it was too late. The dagger slashed his abdomen, and blood immediately oozed out, staining his clothes red.

Su Jin didn't pause. Using the momentum of the charge, she spun to the left, her right foot flying up, striking the wrist of another nearby assassin like a snake emerging from its lair. The assassin felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and his sword clanged as it flew away. Su Jin then swung her dagger back, stabbing at his throat. The assassin's eyes widened in fear, and he desperately threw his head back. The dagger grazed his throat, leaving a faint trail of blood.

Not to be outdone, Feng Qingyue, with her sharp eyes, spotted an opening and unleashed a kick at one of the assassins. She shifted her weight steadily onto her left leg, then lifted her right leg high, tracing a graceful arc through the air. With lightning speed, she delivered a powerful kick to the assassin's abdomen, like a cannonball, piercing the opponent's midsection. The assassin was thrown back uncontrollably like a kite with its string cut, knocking down his companions behind him.

But as she turned, two more assassins attacked from either side. The assassin on the left wielded a long sword, slashing across Feng Qingyue's waist. The sword whirred with the wind, seemingly severing her in half. The assassin on the right swung a short club at her legs, its speed so fast that a hit would surely injure her legs. Feng Qingyue's eyes focused, and she pushed off the ground with both feet, launching herself into the air. The long sword whistled past her feet, and the short club missed.

In the moment Feng Qingyue paused in the air, her hands formed claws and grabbed the assassin's shoulder on the left with a fierce force. The assassin quickly withdrew his knife and returned to defend. Feng Qingyue used the force of his defense to leap back a distance, temporarily escaping danger.

The assassins seemed to know that Ah Cui had no martial arts skills, so they did not pursue her relentlessly. Although Ah Cui was afraid, she was also very smart. She gritted her teeth and turned to run towards the mansion. She knew she had to go back to get help. This was her only chance of survival.

However, the remaining assassins pursued Feng Qingyue and Su Jin relentlessly. They were like a group of sharks that had smelled blood, their eyes filled with murderous intent, determined not to give up until they achieved their goal. Su Jin fought hard to fend off the assassins, while carefully protecting Feng Qingyue as they fought and retreated.

Despite Feng Qingyue's desperate resistance, facing the siege of so many assassins, she gradually began to feel powerless. Her moves began to slow down, her once swift movements no longer as smooth, her breathing became rapid, and beads of sweat began to seep out of her forehead.

Before they knew it, they were chased to the edge of a cliff. Behind them was a bottomless abyss. A sharp mountain wind whistled past, blowing Feng Qingyue and Su Jin's hair. The hair fluttered in the wind, as if telling of the danger at the moment.

The assassins slowly gathered around them, their eyes filled with murderous intent, as if Feng Qingyue and Su Jin were already in their grasp. Feng Qingyue held Su Jin's hand tightly. She could feel the sweat on Su Jin's palm, and Su Jin could also feel Feng Qingyue's slightly trembling hand. Both knew that their situation was extremely critical.

At this critical moment, the sound of horse hooves came from far away, accompanied by a roar: "Stop!" Jun Lingyuan arrived in time with a group of guards.

Feng Qingyue was overjoyed and about to shout when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her back. An arrow had come from nowhere, piercing her back with pinpoint accuracy. Her body slumped forward like a broken flower. Seeing this, Jun Lingyuan was terrified. Without a second thought, he leaped towards Feng Qingyue.

His hand tightly grasped Feng Qingyue's wrist, but due to the overwhelming force, they both fell towards the cliff. Su Jin's eyes widened, unable to believe what was happening before her eyes. She instinctively reached out to pull, but only grabbed a piece of empty space.

Seeing that their target had fallen off the cliff, the assassins looked at each other, then quickly evacuated the scene, disappearing without a trace like a group of ghosts.

Su Jin looked at the misty abyss below the cliff, tears blurred her eyes, and she murmured, "Miss, Master Jun..."

At this moment, Ah Cui hurried over with the palace guards. Seeing Su Jin standing at the edge of the cliff in a daze, Ah Cui anxiously asked, "Where's the young lady?" Su Jin slowly turned his head, his voice filled with endless sorrow, "She... fell off the cliff."

After hearing this, A Cui's legs went limp and she collapsed to the ground. The guards around her looked at each other, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes.

Beneath the cliff, shrouded in mist, Jun Lingyuan held Feng Qingyue tightly, descending at an extremely fast speed. Jun Lingyuan secretly vowed in his heart that no matter what, he would protect Feng Qingyue, even if it meant sacrificing his own life. Before Feng Qingyue lost consciousness, she only felt Jun Lingyuan's warm and strong embrace. Her heart was filled with complex emotions: touched, guilty, and a hint of indescribable love.