The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

A dark shadow flashed before his eyes, and the man in black felt a sharp pain in his nose before he was sent flying outwards.

It landed heavily with a thud.

Xiao Jinyan didn't give him a chance to get up, and slammed a heavy weight down on his chest.

At the same time, the long sword pierced the black-clad man's chest.

He acted with such efficiency, unlike a child, without any hesitation whatsoever.

Even before the man in black was completely dead, he pulled out his sword and slit his throat.

The series of movements were fluid and seamless, completed in one go.

Seeing this scene, Song Wenjun felt her heart pound. Xiao Ji had never taught Xiao Jinyan any martial arts, yet the child's martial arts skills were already comparable to those of an adult.

When exactly did he learn it?

Seeing his mother, who was completely terrified, Xiao Jinyan did not regret his impulsive actions.

He would show no mercy to assassins.

"Mother." Xiao Jinyan called out to Song Wenjun, who slowly came to her senses. The fear in her eyes had disappeared, replaced by surprise and pride.

She is not a saint and cannot feel sympathy for killers and assassins.

Xiao Jinyan looked at Song Wenjun with a somewhat aggrieved expression and asked in a soft voice, "Mother, are you blaming me for killing someone?"

His eyes were brimming with tears, and his little face was all dirty.

Even the hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.

Song Wenjun's heart softened; Yan Yan was only two years old.

He stained his hands with blood in order to protect himself.

Song Wenjun felt an indescribable sadness in her heart. She patted Yan Yan's head and smiled, "No, Yan Yan protected your mother and the baby in your belly. Even if your father comes back, he will praise you."

Xiao Jinyan was still somewhat flustered: "Then, won't Father blame me? I secretly learned martial arts, and..."

At this point, he seemed hesitant to look Song Wenjun in the eye.

Song Wenjun encouraged him: "And what?"

Just as Xiao Jinyan was about to reveal that his master was Mei, a slight noise came over again.

His face showed a solemn expression as he grasped Song Wenjun's hand: "Mother, let's go."

Song Wenjun immediately realized that this group of assassins was not a single person.

That assassin was probably just a small fry.

"Come on, let's go to the secret room." Song Wenjun hurriedly helped Zhishu up and asked her, "Are you alright?"

Zhi Shu shook her head gratefully: "Your Highness, I'm fine."

"If there's nothing else, let's walk together." Now was not the time to talk, so Song Wenjun pulled Zhishu along.

The three of them walked out of the courtyard.

Xiao Jinyan held a long sword with a wary look in his eyes. The guards nearby had already arrived and escorted the three of them toward the secret chamber.

Song Wenjun looked in the direction of the Crown Prince's residence, a look of doubt appearing in her eyes.

Despite the commotion at the Chu Prince's residence, the other party seemed to be fast asleep and didn't notice a thing.

Normally, let alone assassination attempts, even a quarrel within the mansion would be known to the other party.

This is quite rare today.

Song Wenjun glanced at it a couple more times before looking away.

Xiao Jinyan understood Song Wenjun's intention. His eyes darted around, and a sly smile appeared on his face.

He said to Song Wenjun, "Mother, let's go to the Crown Prince's residence to take refuge."

Song Wenjun was stunned for a moment, and before she could understand what was going on, Zhishu had already taken off her cloak and draped it over one of the guards.

The guard turned around and ran towards the Crown Prince's residence, and soon several figures gave chase.

Seeing this, Song Wenjun was completely stunned.

This kid is just too amazing.

They even knew how to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

"Mother, hurry up." Xiao Jinyan said to Song Wenjun in a low voice. Song Wenjun quickly composed herself and quickened her pace.

The assassins should soon realize they've been tricked, and they'll be furious if they turn back.

As soon as Song Wenjun and her party stepped out of the courtyard gate, a volley of arrows rained down upon them.

They had no choice but to retreat back into the courtyard.

Upon seeing this, the guards rushed forward, trying to fight their way out for Song Wenjun.

However, the enemies were too numerous and too fierce. After fighting for half a day, they failed to clear a bloody path and lost many men.

Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, Song Wenjun's eyes showed a look of sorrow.

Is she going to perish here with her child today?

No, no, she had to protect Yan Yan no matter what.

If it comes to the absolute worst, she will sacrifice herself to protect her son.

Song Wenjun half-squatted down, patted Yan Yan's head, and smiled warmly: "Son, from today onwards you are a little man. Mother is truly happy. If..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yan Yan grabbed her finger.

Although his voice was still young, it was firm: "Mother, there are no 'what ifs.' Your son will protect you. Believe me."

Song Wenjun felt a lump in her throat; she had lived in the inner quarters of the house for a long time.

I have never encountered a situation as perilous as today.

If she knew some martial arts, she wouldn't be a burden to her son.

Song Wenjun nodded with tears in her eyes, her eyes reddening: "Okay, we will all live on."

The guards around them kept falling down, and soon they had nowhere left to retreat, and they ended up back where they had been.

Song Wenjun looked at the approaching assassin, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

Although Zhishu was afraid, she still loyally stood in front of her, saying, "Your Highness, I will protect you."

As the assassins drew closer, Song Wenjun protected her son and retreated step by step. Finally, with nowhere left to retreat, she shielded her son behind her and stepped forward, saying, "You just want me and my child to threaten the prince. It makes no difference whether you want one or two. I'll go with you, just don't hurt my son."

The assassins hesitated for a moment; bringing a child along would indeed be inconvenient.

Moreover, it is said that the King of Chu dotes on his Queen Consort to the core.

If they just capture her, they can definitely use her to threaten Xiao Ji into submission.

The assassins nodded, pointed at Song Wenjun, and said menacingly, "Come here obediently, and we won't take your life."

“Okay, I’ll go with you.” She said to Xiao Jinyan, “Hurry up, run forward and don’t look back.”

She was content as long as her child could live.

Xiao Jinyan's eyes were brimming with tears, but his gaze was sharp: "Mother, I won't leave."

"Listen to me, you must live, you know?" Song Wenjun touched his little face hard, turned around to leave but Xiao Jinyan grabbed her arm tightly.

Just as Song Wenjun was about to push him away, she heard the child say in a childish but fierce voice to the air, "How much longer are you going to watch the play? If you keep watching, my mother and I will die."

There was no one around.

Even the assassins instinctively looked around, but couldn't see a single person.

"Kid, are you bluffing?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the assassin who had asked the question collapsed to the ground.

One person stepped forward and peered inside, only to see a small red dot between the man's eyebrows, and that the man was already dead.