Even women who travel through time can become prime ministers and nobles.

Li Changyu was surrounded, his clothes stained with blood, but his eyes remained resolute. His sword danced in his hand, each swing sending up a spray of blood, but the assassins surged forward like a tide, gradually making him feel powerless.

Shouts of battle echoed from the side room, and Li Changyu's heart tightened; he knew that traitor Yan Qiu was still inside. He fought his way through the crowd and rushed towards the side room.

Yan Qiu stood at the doorway of the side room, watching Li Changyu's bloodied figure fight, a smug smile on her face. She sneered loudly, "Li Changyu, do you think you can save them? Today is your death day!"

Li Changyu glared at Yan Qiu, his eyes filled with anger and disappointment. He never imagined that the person he trusted most would betray him. He gritted his teeth and said, "Yan Qiu, you traitor, I will make you pay!"

Yan Qiu laughed loudly: "Price? Do you think you still have a chance? Look around you, you're surrounded by my men. You won't escape today!"

Li Changyu looked around and found himself surrounded by assassins. He took a deep breath and decided to fight to the death. He raised his sword again and charged towards Yan Qiu.

Although Yan Qiu's martial arts were crippled, she brought a large number of men, and she immediately ordered them to surround and kill Li Changyu. At the leader's command, the assassins brandished their swords and surged towards Li Changyu like a tidal wave.

Facing the encirclement, Li Changyu showed no fear. He unleashed his full power, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes. His figure moved like a ghost through the crowd, his longsword flashing with impenetrable speed, each strike carrying a sharp killing intent.

With a few swift "whoosh" sounds, several assassins fell beneath his sword. His swordsmanship was like a raging storm, impossible to withstand. Although the assassins outnumbered him, they appeared so insignificant before Li Changyu.

Yan Qiu was secretly astonished by what she saw. She hadn't expected Li Changyu to be so skilled in martial arts; even with her own martial arts crippled, he was still so courageous. She began to regret her decision; she shouldn't have so easily provoked this terrifying enemy.

However, it was too late for regrets. Li Changyu was blinded by rage; he had only one target: Yan Qiu. He wanted Yan Qiu to pay the price for his actions.

Under Li Changyu's relentless attacks, the assassins gradually became unable to withstand the onslaught. They began to retreat, no longer daring to advance easily. Taking advantage of this, Li Changyu slowly closed in on Yan Qiu.

Seeing this, Yan Qiu turned to run away. But Li Changyu wouldn't give her the chance; he flashed and appeared in front of her. Yan Qiu looked at Li Changyu in horror, her eyes filled with despair.

"What...what do you want to do?" Yan Qiu asked, trembling.

Li Changyu looked at her coldly and said, "I gave you a way out, but you refused and dared to bring these good-for-nothings to court death. Unforgivable. Today is your death day."

Having said that, he raised his longsword and thrust it at Yan Qiu...

Yan Qiu retreated in terror, her face as pale as paper, her eyes filled with fear. She screamed desperately, hoping someone would come to her aid, but those people all fell one after another under Li Changyu's sword.

Li Changyu's sword moved with lightning speed, each strike carrying a deadly threat. Yan Qiu watched helplessly as he approached the traitor step by step, her heart filled with despair.

However, just as Li Changyu was about to finish off the traitor, a dart flew through the air, deflecting his sword hilt. This sudden turn of events startled Li Changyu, and the traitor seized the opportunity to escape his control.

Yan Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart was still filled with fear. She didn't know who had thrown the dart, nor did she know what would happen next.

Just then, a cloud of smoke suddenly billowed out, enveloping the entire scene. Yan Qiu's vision blurred, and she couldn't see anything. She could only hear shouts and sounds of fighting around her, which made her even more panicked.

After a while, the fog gradually dissipated, and Yan Qiu found herself in an unfamiliar place. She looked around, trying to find a way out, but found herself lost.

Yan Qiu felt a wave of despair wash over her; she didn't know how to leave this place. Just as she felt utterly helpless, a mysterious voice whispered in her ear: "Come with me..."

Suddenly, a mysterious figure appeared and took away the remaining assassins and Yan Qiu. As the smoke dissipated, the thieves had vanished without a trace. Li Changyu stared in the direction Yan Qiu had disappeared, his face ashen. Very well, the person behind her had finally made their move.

Li Changyu took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood off the sword hilt, but his third uncle led his men and scaled the wall to enter.

On a dark and windy night, Third Uncle was awakened by a series of urgent knocks on the door. Upon hearing the news of the young master's assassination attempt, he was immediately shocked and rushed over with his men without even having time to put on his clothes properly.

When they arrived at the small courtyard, the sight before them made them gasp. Many corpses lay scattered about, blood staining the ground, and the air thick with the stench of blood. Uncle San's expression turned grave, his eyes revealing anger and worry.

In the blood-soaked and brutal courtyard, the young master appeared remarkably relaxed. He stood there quietly, wiping his sword, its blade gleaming coldly, as if the dead had nothing to do with him. His eyes were cold and deep, revealing nothing of his inner thoughts.

Seeing that the young master was unharmed, the third uncle knelt down in front of him with great emotion. His voice trembled as he said, "Young master, it's so good that you're alright! You should still..." Before he could finish speaking, the young master interrupted him.

The young master raised his head, glanced at his third uncle, and said indifferently, "I'm fine, you can get up." His voice was calm and cold, devoid of any emotion.

Uncle San stood up, looking at the young master with deep respect and gratitude. This place was so shabby, yet the young master, of such noble status, was here.

"Young Master, please come back with me! I've already made contact with the forces you left behind, and they're all eagerly awaiting your return to take charge!"

Third Uncle stood before Li Changyu, his face filled with worry and anxiety. He earnestly advised the young master, hoping he would return with him to take charge of the overall situation.

"Young Master, we are in a critical situation and need you to go back and lead us. You are our hope, and only you can lead us out of this predicament." Uncle San's voice carried a hint of pleading.

However, Li Changyu shook his head, his eyes firm and resolute. "Third Uncle, I've made up my mind. I won't go back. I don't want to get involved in these conflicts and struggles anymore. I just want to live a peaceful life."

Hearing Li Changyu's words, Third Uncle felt a pang of disappointment and helplessness. He knew that the young master was stubborn and once he made up his mind, it was difficult to change it. However, he couldn't just give up like that; before his death, his master had entrusted the young master and revenge to him.

“Young Master, you don’t have to go back, but we must find out the truth about these people today. What are their goals? What forces are supporting them? These are all related to our grand plan.” Uncle San’s tone became serious.

Li Changyu was silent for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, Third Uncle, I will help you find out about these people. However, I will only help and will not get involved in these matters again."

Uncle San sighed helplessly, knowing that this was already the biggest concession the young master had made. "Alright, young master, then I'll leave it to you."

"Alright, Third Uncle, have someone clean this up and leave no trace. It's late, go back and rest early. I'm tired too, I'll go back and rest now."

Li Changyu was worried that his third uncle would ask him to go with him again, so he left the finishing touches to them and went back to his room to continue sleeping.

Seeing the young master like this, the third uncle sighed and ordered his men to tidy up the courtyard.

After tidying up, they quietly left the courtyard with their men.