He was hacked to death! Reborn and married to the Grand Secretary, his family wept with regret.

Yan Juzhi spoke in a low voice, and there was a sinister air about him in his eyes.

Li Huai-ren was suddenly humiliated, his face turning ashen. The next instant, however, he saw a long sword standing before him.

Yan Juzhi had an aloof and arrogant air about him, with a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth.

"Who are you?"

Li Huai-ren finally realized something was wrong. He feared that the person in front of him was someone of such great power that he was not someone he could contend with.

Yan Juzhi remained silent, but contemptuously withdrew his attack, turned around directly, and lifted the carriage curtain for An Wuyang.

"Sister, let's go!"

Yan Yan spoke sweetly as she pulled An Wuyang into the car.

"My wife! Are you alright!"

Li Huai-ren roared angrily, his tone threatening, as if he were making a last-ditch effort.

An Wuyang's movements did not pause for a moment, as if he had not heard Li Huai Ren's voice at all.

A moment later, all that was left for Li Huai-ren was a departing figure.

Li Huai-ren's face was gloomy as he stared in the direction where An Wu-yang and the others had left, his hands clenched into fists, as if he hated them to the extreme...

The carriage moved slowly, and An Wuyang sat inside. Across from her, Yan Juzhi remained silent, but his eyes were fixed on her with an aggressive gaze.

An Wuyang tried her best to minimize her presence, even unconsciously reducing her breathing.

In her past life, she knew that this Grand Secretary was capricious and never played by the rules. Even though she was a princess, she never dared to confront Yan Juzhi directly. Moreover, in this life, she had not yet returned to the capital and was still in a state of having nothing, so she had to avoid his sharp edge even more.

only……

Now that An Wuyang had important business to attend to, and seeing the carriage approaching the city gates, he finally couldn't hold back and spoke up, "Lord Yan!"

Yan Juzhi suddenly heard An Wuyang calling out, and in a daze, his body seemed to tremble slightly for a moment.

Immediately, he responded in a muffled voice, "Mm!"

He leaned back, put his hands behind his head, and said nothing more.

An Wuyang seemed to have anticipated that Yan Juzhi would be impatient to talk to her, so she went ahead and told him her plans.

"Thank you for your help today, Lord Yan. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will do my best to repay you."

"But today, Wu Yang has important business to attend to, and I hope Lord Yan will do me the favor and leave Wu Yang here."

An Wuyang carefully considered his words, worried that if he said something wrong, it would displease Yan Juzhi.

Yan Juzhi turned his head, looked in another direction, and did not answer.

That guy... he's so arrogant it's wicked!

"Don't worry, sister, we'll be there soon."

"My brother said he wants to give my sister a surprise!"

Yan Yan held An Wuyang's hand, her eyes sparkling.

An Wuyang smiled lightly at Yan Yan. Although she had concerns in her heart, she could only wait until the carriage stopped before making any plans.

After a bumpy ride, the carriage soon stopped in the courtyard of a farmhouse nestled in a mountain valley.

Yan Juzhi leaped off the carriage and gestured for An Wuyang to get on.

An Wuyang hesitated for a moment, then took his arm. Perhaps because he was a civil official but had practiced martial arts for many years, his arm was as hard as iron, exuding strength and power.

An Wuyang's hand landed on his arm and immediately felt it burning hot.

Suppressing his discomfort, An Wuyang jumped down from the carriage, the two of them not exchanging glances. Yan Yan followed behind and climbed down from the carriage herself.

An Wuyang was puzzled as to why Yan Juzhi had brought her here. Just then, she suddenly heard a scream from inside the house.

An Wuyang was startled and instinctively took two steps back, only to bump into a solid chest.

Looking up, he saw Yan Juzhi looking down at him, his eyes searching, yet also seemingly carrying a hint of smugness.

An Wuyang quickly steadied himself, feeling a burning sensation on his face, and dared not look up for a moment.

Yan Juzhi tugged at An Wuyang's sleeve: "Come in!"

An Wuyang was stunned for a moment, but then he saw that the man had already let go, and with his long legs he strode forward and kicked the door open.

Yan Yan walked in with her head held high. The two siblings seemed to be very familiar with the place, which reassured An Wuyang, so he followed them.

"Princess?"

As soon as Fang entered the door, he heard Eunuch Chang's voice.

An Wuyang turned his head and saw a few people kneeling on the floor inside the room.

In the very center of the room, there was a man bound hand and foot, his body covered in wounds, but his eyes were exceptionally resolute.

Upon seeing that An Wuyang was safe and sound, a hint of resentment flashed in the man's eyes.

"Princess, forgive me!"

Eunuch Chang hurriedly apologized to An Wuyang.

"Strictly speaking, this old servant should have gone to deliver the message of the princess's return to the palace today, but... but last night Lord Yan discovered that there was a traitor in our team that brought the princess back."

"For the princess's safety, this servant did not disturb her!"