They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

After bandaging her wound, Wu Ziyan squatted down calmly and said, "It seems you're just doing this for money, otherwise you would have committed suicide by poison long ago, wouldn't you?"

The assassins fell silent. Yes, they were, in a sense, unofficial assassins, not death squads. They had only come to kill them after seeing their portraits.

“I’ll give you double the money. One of you go back and say you’ve killed me, and the other stays with me and helps me out. The rest of you who have killed people, throw them into the river.”

Those assassins who had killed people showed expressions of terror, but in the end they could not escape the fate of being eliminated. Only two of them survived, and they were also very uneasy.

Before the assassin could say anything, Wu Ziyan's dagger was pressed against his neck, chillingly cold: "I'm not discussing this with you. If you disagree, you won't die as easily as your companions did."

After a moment of silence, they all agreed.

Huang Ziliang made notes on some matters, asked some questions, and then fed each person "poison" before letting one of them go. He repeated the same old story: if you don't take your medicine on time, you will die.

Only then did things calm down. Wu Ziyan let out a long sigh. [This isn't some harem novel, it's more like a martial arts novel!]: "Chu Qiu, I thought we were doomed today."

"I also thought you were going to die, just when that knife came down, but I didn't expect it."

"What didn't you expect?" Wu Ziyan looked into his eyes. Chu Qiu shook his head. How could he say that he didn't expect her to be so brave? Although normally, he would think that this was the kind of courage a woman should have.

Wu Ziyan shrugged, indicating her helplessness, then turned to look at Huang Ziliang: "Thank you, Ziliang."

"I have always trusted Miss." Huang Ziliang always spoke so politely and elegantly, without any faults, and he always maintained a good distance.

Wu Ziyan walked over and picked up the child, sighed and looked up at the sky. Only then did he begin to embark on the path of power struggles, which was accompanied by death. Indeed, the throne of success is climbed over the corpses of countless people.

After spending a day in disguise, they returned to the camp, secretly met up with Han Yuxiu, and then, under some pretext, embarked on their journey back to the capital.

Because almost everyone was injured and unable to ride horses, they could only drive carriages, and of course, they tried to go as fast as possible. Wu Ziyan even joked in the carriage, "If we don't hurry back, we won't make it to our own funeral."

Although she spoke lightly, a fierce battle awaited her upon her return; they would have to take a shortcut and walk ahead of their coffins.

After all, she was a princess, and she had made contributions in this disaster relief effort, so she was always expected to be worshipped on the road. Therefore, she was instructed to make sure the ceremony was thorough so that she could go back first and make arrangements for the next steps.

On the carriage, Wu Ziyan talked with them for a while and then fell asleep, stretching out her legs without paying any attention to her appearance. Soon, her even breathing could be heard.

Changsun Boyou's gaze towards her changed, now filled with tenderness. He sat opposite Han Yuxiu, who stared at him and asked, "Boyou, do you like Miss? She's short, ugly, and lacks spirit!"

He was right on the mark, and readily admitted, "Yes, she's a different kind of woman."

"How can you be so shameless!" Han Yuxiu blushed, but Wu Ziyan leaned against Huang Ziliang, who remained motionless, engrossed in reading a book.

Chu Qiu, driving the car, listened from outside, her face alternating between red and white, thinking to herself, "What is it about Wu Ziyan that makes everyone who comes into contact with her so infatuated?"

The assassin was tied to the back of the car and unable to move.

Suddenly, the car wheel hit a stone, causing the whole car to lurch and tilt. Wu Ziyan abruptly opened her eyes, alert, and her cold gaze quickly swept around, startling the group of people who were chatting and laughing. This look seemed to belong to someone they didn't know.

Wu Ziyan tried to smooth things over with a laugh: "You scared me to death, I just had a nightmare."

That makes sense. He skillfully maneuvered around the issue, then regained his composure, lost in thought. Huang Ziliang was flipping through a book when Wu Ziyan turned to look at him: "Ziliang, do you want to become an official in the imperial court?"

This sudden question caused everyone to fall silent again. Han Yuxiu said, "A man should not serve as an official in the court. If I could, I would like to inherit my mother's position as a physician!"

"I think it's possible, as long as you all want to. Chu Qiu is a perfect example right now, even though it's been tough."

"What are your plans, Miss?" Huang Ziliang closed the book and looked at Wu Ziyan. Both of their eyes were deep and seemed to be hiding many things.

The carriage stopped at one spot, and they all got off to rest, continuing their conversation about entering the court as officials. They gathered together.

Wu Ziyan didn't know whether it was trust or a test: "I want to become the empress, so of course I need trustworthy people to assist me, but those who have heard of me should know my past."

Chu Qiu frowned and looked around warily: "How dare you say such a thing!"

"Yeah, aren't you afraid we'll go to the Queen and expose you?" Han Yuxiu said what the others wanted to say.

"Miss, then tell me your thoughts?" Huang Ziliang stroked his chin, his shock unreadable.

"Anyway, you always have your reasons for making decisions, and I will certainly do my duty when you need me." Changsun Boyu seemed to have completely sided with her.

Wu Ziyan didn't think much of the others, but Huang Ziliang was different. Ever since they met, he had remained calm and composed, and everything he said seemed to be within his expectations. It was truly remarkable that this man had managed to maintain such a demeanor in this world.

She stared at Huang Ziliang for a while. In fact, others had also suspected him. Wu Ziyan said, "Ziliang, why don't you marry into my household?"

Everyone choked, and even Huang Ziliang's face changed slightly. Wu Ziyan stared at his subtle expression and found no flaws. It was rare to see him blush.

Wu Ziyan laughed heartily: "Just kidding. Come to my residence and be a retainer. Anyway, they'll say that I've found a new beauty."

The others couldn't really laugh. Wu Zi twisted his neck, stretched, and turned back with a smile: "It was all just a joke."

Then, squinting, he added, "If you decide to follow me, you cannot have any disloyalty. Betrayal will result in death."

It's described in a light touch, yet it sends chills down your spine.