Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: Pampering My Little Husband

After Zuo Ling left, Feng Wu began to comfort the ministers.

"My dear ministers, do not be afraid, everything will be alright!"

This is also a good opportunity to train the children's courage!

The officials, however, were filled with apprehension. There was no need to train their courage in the mouth of a wild beast!

But His Majesty has already dispatched the Imperial Guards to investigate and attempt a rescue!

They could only wait anxiously on the sidelines, trembling with fear.

I initially thought it was just a few wild animals that had wandered into the mountains and forests.

Little did they know that this was just a diversionary tactic. When Zuo Ling led two hundred people into the mountains to search,

Several strange figures quietly appeared behind the tent.

Just as they were about to approach the main tent, they were blocked by men in black who descended from the sky.

"Who are you?"

June's expression hardened; it was actually the old woman's secret guard!

Once discovered, he stopped hiding and quickly drew a soft sword from his waist.

The guards were startled, "Assassins!!" Immediately, more than a dozen guards appeared behind them again.

In June, a whistle blew and dozens of experts from the Dark Night Pavilion appeared immediately.

The sun was high in the sky when a cold glint suddenly broke through the air beneath the gilded eaves.

More than ten guards, their black robes billowing, were locked in a fierce battle with dozens of dark figures.

In June, the blade in his hand attacked with a strong gust of wind. As the guard spun around to dodge, the sword tip precisely struck the opponent's wrist.

Sparks from the collision of metal landed on the withered grass leaves, instantly igniting into scattered flames.

"Protect His Majesty!" The lead guard threw three bone-piercing nails, which pierced the throat of an assassin, but was suddenly attacked from behind.

He rolled to the side to avoid the fatal blow, then drew the short blade from his boot and aimed straight for the enemy's lower body.

The splattered blood droplets splashed onto the vermilion pillars of the tent, resembling blooming red plum blossoms.

Screams erupted instantly within the camp. Palace maids, clutching their skirts, staggered and fled.

She cried out, "Ah...ah...assassin...assassin! There's an assassin!"

"Quickly...protect the emperor...quickly...protect the emperor!"

The guards fought and retreated, their sword formation barely held together amidst the flashing blades.

The dark-colored outfit was torn in countless places, and the seeping blood stuck the collar to the wounds.

In June, the Dark Night Pavilion members fought with increasing ferocity.

Amidst the flashing swords and shadows, they slowly approached the camp.

Hearing the commotion, Fengwu frowned. "What's going on? Why is it so noisy outside!"

Chang Yu stumbled and crawled in, his voice trembling, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, something terrible has happened... There are assassins... Please move out immediately!"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of everyone inside the tent changed drastically, and they immediately stood up to shield Emperor Fengwu.

"Your Majesty, protect the Emperor at once!"

"How...how could there be an assassin here!"

"Guards...protect His Majesty!..."

It became chaotic, and sure enough, the sound of clashing swords could be heard outside!

Fengwu was surrounded by the crowd as she walked out, and at that moment, Liuyue, who was fighting in the shadows, also saw the conspicuous empress in the crowd.

His expression changed drastically. "You dog emperor, prepare to die!" He struggled to break free from the guards and attacked Feng Wu!

Despite the large number of people blocking Fengwu's way and the fact that several palace maids and servants were stabbed, Liuyue still couldn't get close to Fengwu.

Just as he was about to seize an opportunity, he was entangled by the guards behind him.

They fought again, and gradually more and more people surrounded them.

As June watched Emperor Fengwu grow further and further away from her, her face darkened.

Their attacks became increasingly ruthless! The guards were also greatly alarmed.

These people are actually just as strong as them!

The battle had already begun, and Yi Chen stood on a high place not far from the camp, gazing into the distance.

Then I saw that striking bright yellow in the crowd.

He narrowed his eyes, gripped the longsword tightly, and put on his mask.

With a cold expression, he flew directly towards Fengwu.

The sword flashed with a cold light. Yi Chen leaped into the air with his toes touching the ground, his black robes billowing like surging ink clouds.

His longsword, accompanied by a sharp, piercing sound, aimed straight for Emperor Fengwu's throat.

Suddenly, a dark shadow swept in like a ghost. The guard's iron-bone fan blocked the way in mid-air, and dazzling sparks flew amidst the clang of metal.

Yi Chen spun around and swept back three zhang, his sword drawing a bright silver arc.

With a slight narrowing of his eyes, he saw the iron fan in her hand and immediately recognized her as Jiang Mian, the leader of the Dark Guard Camp.

Jiang Mian is the top expert among the Empress's secret guards, and the people of the Dark Night Pavilion have obtained very little information about her!

The only thing known is that her weapon is special; it's a peculiar fan.

Jiang Mian remained expressionless, gently waving his folding fan. Suddenly, a mechanism hidden between the fan ribs popped out poisoned silver needles.

Yi Chen sneered, then took an unorthodox approach, rapidly spinning his sword around its tip.

All the silver needles were driven into the trees three inches away from him, and wisps of smoke rose up amidst the flying wood chips.

The fact that the flying needles were poisonous made Yi Chen take a step back and become more serious.

They became more cautious in the ensuing fight, and a moment later, they suddenly heard a surging sound of armor clashing all around them.

The soldiers formed an impregnable wall, protecting Emperor Fengwu layer by layer.

Yi Chen's pupils contracted sharply. Just as the old woman was about to be escorted away, killing intent spread out like a tangible cold mist.

This is a rare opportunity, we must not let her leave like this.

His expression turned serious. He abandoned sword techniques and instead used his fingers as blades, turning his palms into knives.

He closed in on Jiang Mian and fought him head-on without holding back, combining some close-combat moves he had learned from Han Zixuan.

Gradually gaining the upper hand, Jiang Mian found it increasingly difficult.

She couldn't figure out where Yi Chen would attack next.

In her panic, she could only manage to cope, but Yi Chen was unwilling to waste any more time.

Seizing an opportunity, he gathered profound internal energy in his palm and struck Jiang Mian with a palm strike.

Jiang Mian instinctively spread out his fan to block, but the fan surface was shaken open by Yi Chen's internal force, leaving spiderweb-like cracks.

Before she could recover, she heard Yichen shout again and strike her palm once more.

The guard hastily raised his fan to block, but was struck by the powerful palm force and coughed up blood.

He was sent flying several meters away, completely unable to fight back.

Yi Chen's gaze shifted to Feng Wu, who was surrounded by the crowd.

A bloodthirsty glint appeared in his eyes, and he murmured to himself, "Master, your disciple will avenge you!"

He picked up his blood-stained sword and immediately thrust it at Fengwu.

Just as they were about to get close, a servant suddenly darted out from the crowd.

He threw a cloth bag at Yi Chen, who instinctively slashed at it with his sword.

When the sword was cleaved open, it revealed a bag of white powdery substance.

Yi Chen immediately sprinkled powder all over his body.

It also entered his mask, and his eyes immediately became unable to open!

I can't see anything! Oh no, it's just lime powder!

Despite being blind, Yi gripped his sword tightly and slashed around!

Hu Jin, who was standing around Feng Wu, immediately noticed Yi Chen's unusual behavior.

He shouted, "He can't see anymore... Quick... Quickly capture this assassin..."

Feng Wu's expression hardened, and he said in a deep voice, "Whoever captures the assassin will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold, ten thousand taels of silver, and promoted to a higher official rank."

Such a great temptation soon led some fearless individuals to draw their knives and stab at Yichen.

Although Yichen cannot see, he can still hear.

With a slight tilt of his head, he thrust his sword straight in, and one person fell to the ground.

The death of one person could not stop the enormous temptation.

One after another, they charged towards Yichen.