Best friends dressed up in ancient times to become mistresses? You run, I run too!

The huge weight that had been hanging over Liu Zhiyi and Shen Ningzhu's hearts finally lifted, and they both breathed a sigh of relief.

Their reinforcements have arrived.

Just then, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted:

"Look! It's the Southern Guard of the Imperial Guard, responsible for protecting the security of the capital!"

Upon hearing this, everyone quickly moved aside to make way for the approaching Imperial Guards, creating a wide passage.

At the same time, people began to whisper and discuss among themselves.

Someone said:

"In my opinion, these two women who dared to cause trouble in the middle of the city are completely finished this time!"

Another person chimed in:

"That's right! Throughout history, it's been common for officials to protect each other! Let's just wait and see, these Imperial Guards will definitely favor the powerful and influential."

As for who this person is, there's no need to say more.

Others, however, shook their heads and sighed with schadenfreude:

"Women are just women. No matter how beautiful they are, they are short-sighted and don't know what's good for them. The General is so noble. Fighting with him is no different from courting death."

"Alas! What a pity for that beautiful, angelic face!"

The leading Imperial Guard, with a solemn expression, loudly demanded:

"Who is causing trouble here? Confess immediately!"

The other party was eight feet tall, dressed in official robes, with a long sword at his waist, and had a standard square face that exuded an air of official authority.

His voice boomed like a bell, making everyone present's ears ring. They unconsciously lowered their breathing, not daring to make a sound.

Just then, the coachman beside Liu Zhiyi's carriage steadily stepped forward. He bowed slightly, approached the leader, lowered his voice, and whispered several words quickly in his ear.

After listening, the leader's gaze shifted to Pei Yun Chu, who was not far away, before quickly looking away.

He maintained a calm expression on his face and nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

Immediately afterwards, the leader strode forward without hesitation and walked straight up to Pei Yun Chu.

He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, and with clean and crisp movements, he gave Pei Yun Chu a standard military salute.

"Cao Zhi, Chief Clerk of the Imperial Guard, pays his respects to General Pei!"

His voice was deep and powerful, carrying a hint of respect.

Pei Yun Chu didn't even lift her eyelids.

"No gift."

The other party stood up, cupped his hands in greeting, and said...

"I am unaware of the grudge between you and... but I hope that the general can be lenient and make way for these innocent people to pass through smoothly."

If the General has any matters to attend to, I am willing to discuss and resolve them privately. What is the General's opinion?

His words were polite and respectful, and reasonable.

Pei Yun Chu simply lifted her eyelids coolly towards him.

In an instant, an invisible pressure suddenly erupted from his body.

It was a cruel and violent aura that could only be honed through countless life-and-death battles and long years on the battlefield. Just one glance could make a person feel as if they were facing an abyss or falling into an ice cellar.

The leader felt that gaze was like a cold glint, making his scalp tingle.

Just as he was preparing to withstand the pressure and offer kind words of advice, he suddenly noticed that Pei Yun Chu's expression changed abruptly, and at the same time, he heard a whooshing sound in the air.

His pupils contracted instantly, and together with Pei Yun Chu, he abruptly turned his head, his gaze fixed on the carriage not far behind them.

An arrow streaked across the sky like lightning, hurtling towards Shen Ningzhu's chest at incredible speed.

At this moment, Shen Ningzhu, worried about Liu Zhiyi's condition, did not return to the carriage, but remained standing upright at the carriage shaft.

When she noticed the whistling arrow hurtling towards her, her mind went completely blank.

By the time they came to their senses and tried to escape, it was already too late.

In an instant, a gasp of alarm erupted from the crowd, followed by chaos, panic, and fleeing.

Upon hearing the commotion, Liu Zhiyi opened the car door and screamed in terror when she saw what was in front of her.

"Zhuzhu—"

After a brief moment of fear and despair, Shen Ningzhu mustered all her strength and tilted her body to the side, hoping to avoid a fatal blow.

"Pfft-"

The sound of swords and arrows piercing flesh rang out, but Shen Ningzhu felt no pain at all. She opened her eyes in confusion and met a pair of deep and clear phoenix eyes.

Meanwhile, she was being tightly held in the other person's arms, protected completely.

"Xiao Bao, are you alright?"

Shen Ningzhu shook her head blankly, her hand instinctively covering his wound, her tone somewhat awkward.

"I'm fine, you..."

Shen Ningzhu wanted to say something, but it felt like her throat was stuffed with cotton, and she couldn't utter a single word.

My eyes stung for a moment, and my heart felt sore and swollen, which was very uncomfortable.

Jiang Xuan Yan smiled faintly, helped her to her feet, and then had a moment to look around.

In that short time, the people hiding in the shadows followed the clues and uncovered dozens of assassins, killing them all.

One of them was personally dragged by Song Hanchuan to Jiang Xuanyan and thrown to the ground like a dead dog.

"Your Majesty, all the assassins have been killed, but this one..."

"kill."

"Yes."

The two men spoke in deep voices, and those two simple words decided Jiang Qingyi's fate.

Jiang Qingyi's eyes were filled with resentment and bitterness, and she pounced on Shen Ningzhu and Jiang Xuanyan like a madwoman.

"Be careful."

As Jiang Xuanyan spoke, he hugged Shen Ningzhu and his body tilted to the side, causing Jiang Qingyi to miss her target.

She fell to the ground, her delicate palms scraped raw by the pebbles on the ground, becoming bloody. Intense pain spread from her palms throughout her body, causing her well-maintained face to contort in agony.

This brought her hatred for Shen Ningzhu and Jiang Xuanyan to its peak.

Before he could even vent his resentment and anger, Song Hanchuan turned around decisively.

With a flick of the wrist, the knife fell swiftly.

A bloody human head had already fallen to the ground, rolled once, and then stopped.

Shen Ningzhu looked up and met the bloody human head on the ground, and the poisoned, unseeing eyes on the head.

The sight made her scalp tingle and gave her goosebumps all over her body. She quickly turned her head away and refused to look anymore.

Suddenly, a strange heat wave came from the palm of his hand that was covering Jiang Xuan Yan's chest.

Shen Ningzhu looked over in confusion, just in time to see a blinding white light emerge from under the fabric around Jiang Xuan Yan's neck. It looked somewhat familiar, just like the one they had seen when they transmigrated.

But that time, besides the white light, there were also colorful rays of light that pierced down from the sky.

Thinking of a possibility, Shen Ningzhu's eyes lit up, and she quickly pulled open Jiang Xuanyan's collar.

The first thing that caught his eye was a familiar jade pendant hanging around his neck, stained with blood.