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

"Lord Wen, is that you?"

An Wuyang was still in Wen Jingnian's arms, their faces extremely close. An Wuyang could even feel Wen Jingnian's light breath spraying against her ear.

An Wuyang subconsciously overreacted and struggled to get out of his arms, but she didn't expect that Wen Jingnian, who looked thin and elegant, was actually quite strong.

An Wuyang struggled several times, but failed to break free.

Just then, An Wuyang felt a scorching gaze, the temperature of which seemed even more intense than that of a musket.

Turning his head, he saw Yan Juzhi gripping Luo Qingfan's neck, and the musket was already in his hand.

As soon as Yan Juzhi let go, Luo Qingfan slipped to the ground like an eel, her fate unknown.

It seems that in the instant Yan Juzhi let go, he used at least 90% of his strength, which actually caused Luo Qingfan to faint.

At this moment, Yan Juzhi was not in a hurry to deal with Li Huai Ren and Luo Qing Fan. Instead, he focused all his vigilance on Wen Jing Nian.

"Lord Wen, what brings you here so late?"

Yan Juzhi's tone was cold and hard. What was originally a polite greeting was spoken as if he were questioning Wen Jingnian. Now his eyes were like fire, as if he wanted to pierce Wen Jingnian.

An Wuyang felt an immense pressure from above, and pushed Wen Jingnian twice more, his eyes filled with anger.

Wen Jingnian then smiled faintly and put An Wuyang down.

“Madam An, please be careful. The ground is not safe. I am grateful for your kindness in giving me medicine, and I will certainly protect you.”

After confirming that An Wuyang was standing firmly, Wen Jingnian turned to look at Yan Juzhi.

"Lord Yan, tonight is a life-or-death crisis. As the city lord, it is only right that I, Wen, be at the forefront!"

After speaking, he lowered his eyes again: "But the situation is too unclear now. I think that a woman as thoughtful and intelligent as Madam An can help me share my worries and solve my problems. So I came here to invite Madam An to discuss matters with me."

Yan Juzhi remained silent, his originally handsome face tense. He glanced at An Wuyang, then raised his hand and aimed the musket at Wen Jingnian.

Wen Jingnian simply smiled gently: "In my opinion, Lord Yan's weapon should be aimed at the enemy!"

Yan Juzhi scoffed coldly: "In my opinion, anyone who opposes me is an enemy!"

He slowly put away his musket, a cryptic look flashing across his face.

"My wife, come here!"

Yan Juzhi's tone was cold and sharp, a form of address that was clearly easy to misunderstand, yet the way he said it made it feel chilling.

An Wuyang lowered her eyes. Tonight was supposed to be a troublesome night, and she didn't want to cause any more trouble, so she obeyed Yan Juzhi's words and slowly moved her feet to stand one meter away from Yan Juzhi.

Although Yan Juzhi did not say anything more, the chill around him seemed to have eased considerably.

"Lord Wen, please!"

Yan Juzhi gestured "please" to Wen Jingnian, and without realizing it, he closed the distance between himself and An Wuyang. He held An Wuyang's forearm through his sleeve and led the way for Wen Jingnian in a very natural manner.

Wen Jingnian slightly raised his chin, but it seemed as if a cold laugh came from his throat. However, the emotion was so subtle that it was hard for anyone to notice.

For a moment, the atmosphere became tense, and the night breeze, which was originally a little cool, inexplicably carried a bit of annoying heat.

Each of the three was preoccupied with their own thoughts, and none of them remembered that there were two other people present.

Li Huai-ren remained lying obediently on the ground, seemingly rendered powerless to resist by An Wu-yang's whipping.

However, Luo Qingfan, who had already fainted, slowly opened her eyes at this moment.

When she saw Yan Juzhi and Wen Jingnian locked in a fierce battle of wits, her hatred reached its peak.

What makes An Wuyang so special?

She, Luo Qingfan, is destined for greatness and is the true protagonist.

Logically speaking, as the mistress of a noble family, the white moonlight of a powerful minister, and the confidante of the gentle city lord, such a noble status should belong to Luo Qingfan!

What exactly happened?

How did these things end up on An Wuyang's shoulders?

Unable to bear such provocation, Luo Qingfan picked up a sharp object from the ground and suddenly leaped up, aiming it at An Wuyang's face.

"what……"

A scream rang out as Luo Qingfan was kicked away by Yan Juyi.

Phew...

Luo Qingfan spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with deep resentment.

"Guards, drag them away and throw them into the water dungeon!"

A sinister glint flashed across Yan Juzhi's face.