After being reborn with my scumbag ex-husband, I became his sister-in-law.

Before Song Xizhi could react, Siqin had already flown away like an arrow released from a bow.

The sword blades clashed, flashing with cold light, and the screen in front of them collapsed with a crash. Song Xizhi then saw Siqin wrestling with several men in black.

The men in black tonight are not like the group of assassins at the incense shop at noon; they don't need time to react.

Their movements were swift and deadly, suggesting they had undergone rigorous training. Siqin, fighting them alone, found herself in a very difficult position.

Some are at a disadvantage.

Knowing she couldn't help, Song Xizhi could only shout for reinforcements. Her mind raced, and she quickly moved closer to the soft couch: "Help! Help! There's an assassin! There's an assassin here!"

As soon as she finished speaking, an assassin slashed at Siqin's neck. Siqin nimbly dodged, and holding her long sword, she twisted her wrist and thrust it fiercely in his direction.

But the man didn't even dodge; he simply turned around and thrust his sword at He Jingyan on the bed.

Song Xizhi stared wide-eyed at the assassin's sudden action, a shiver running through his body.

She finally found the sleeping potion powder she had made in her spare time on the soft couch, and then suddenly threw it in the direction in front of her.

"Silk player, close your eyes and hold your breath!"

Siqin did as instructed, and following the direction she remembered, she thrust her sword through the assassin's heart.

The group was immediately enveloped in thick smoke. Song Xizhi covered his mouth and nose and rushed towards He Jingyan on the bed.

The brief fog bought Bronze and his companions time to arrive. Seeing that Siqin was almost out of strength, Bronze and the others quickly joined the battle.

Because they had inhaled the drug, the assassins' moves were not as sharp as before. As the bronze-clad assassin pressed forward relentlessly, the assassins gradually began to struggle.

Seeing that they were about to be at a disadvantage, the assassins exchanged glances, made up their minds, turned around and launched a fierce attack on the bed.

Now, only Song Xizhi and He Jingyan are on the bed.

Seeing the assassin suddenly attack him, Song Xizhi gritted his teeth and used all his strength to push He Jingyan off the bed.

With a loud thud, a huge sound was made.

Her sudden action caught all the assassins off guard, and they missed their target.

So they quickly changed direction, brandishing their longswords, and thrust them fiercely towards He Jingyan's chest.

But it was too late. Qing Tong, Si Qin, and others behind him thrust their weapons with all their might, killing several assassins instantly.

Song Xizhi stared wide-eyed at the scene before him, and finally breathed a sigh of relief after being shaken.

At this moment, Qing Tong was not careless. His face showed an unusual solemnity and seriousness. He turned all the assassins over and checked their breathing.

After confirming that everyone was dead, he ordered his men to take the assassins away and examine the traces left on their corpses.

Song Xizhi stared at the huge crowd in front of her and found that the number of guards around He Jingyan was unusually large, far exceeding her expectations.

She only recognized them all today.

As she was thinking, Qing Tong suddenly knelt down before Song Xizhi, sword in hand, saying, "Your subordinate is late in coming to your rescue, and has frightened you, Madam."

"Actually, after the fire, I had all the guards surround the outside of the side room and guard it. I didn't expect that the assassins would use a diversionary tactic and probably sneak into the side room and hide inside."

Song Xizhi sensed the guilt in Qing Tong's tone and shook his head at him: "No one expected this, but now that your master and I are both safe, it doesn't matter."

"Let's increase our vigilance in the future."

After saying this, Song Xizhi suddenly felt as if he had forgotten something.

She slapped her forehead and realized that He Jingyan was missing!

She had just shoved He Jingyan hard, sending him off the bed. Although he avoided the assassin, the shove made a thud.

She didn't even bother to put on her shoes, and hurriedly got out of bed, only to see He Jingyan lying silently on the ground.

When she pushed him like that, his forehead hit the wooden footstool under the bed, and his collarbone slammed into the silver-covered edge of the footstool. Now his chest was stained with blood.

His blood-soaked appearance was so terrifying that it made his face turn deathly pale.

Song Xizhi shuddered and, with great effort, together with Qing Tong, straightened his body, his hands trembling as he tried to check his breath.

But at that moment, a soft exclamation from Granny Wu reached her ears: "Miss...Miss..."

Song Xizhi looked up in confusion, glancing in the direction of Granny Wu, only to see Granny Wu's expression filled with horror: "He moved his hand... Miss... the young master moved his hand!"

She looked in the direction Wu Mama was pointing and saw He Jingyan's hands, which were hanging by his sides, twitch slightly, and his muscles were spasming unconsciously.

Song Xizhi stared intently at He Jingyan's hand, his breath catching in his throat.

The next moment, she saw the man's tightly closed eyes suddenly move, and then slowly open them.

Song Xizhi's eyes widened, she forgot to breathe, her whole body trembled, and tears rolled down her cheeks unconsciously.

Feeling intense pain all over his body, He Jingyan slowly opened his eyes, completely unaware of what had happened.

Unable to think, He Jingyan was still somewhat dazed. The first thing that caught his eye was the woman's red eyes.

"Husband...husband...you're awake, you're finally awake..."

The woman's voice trembled, tinged with sobs, and hot tears dripped onto the back of his hand, causing his heart to clench and his heart to suddenly ache.

"you……"

He opened his mouth slightly, about to speak, when Song Xizhi suddenly felt flustered and at a loss. She spoke first, "I... my name is Song Xizhi."

He Jingyan paused for a moment, then, enduring the pain all over his body, looked up at her: "Song Xizhi?"

Hearing her name being chewed on by the man in front of her, a low, husky voice escaping from his thin lips, Song Xizhi's heart skipped a beat before pounding again.

She looked up quickly and met the man's gaze. When she looked into He Jingyan's eyes, she felt as if time had frozen at that moment.

His eyes were deep-set and jet black, like a deep, ancient well, as if they were about to suck her in.

"Who are you to me?" the man suddenly asked.

"I am your wife."