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

After a series of setbacks, Meidu began to doubt its own capabilities.

But the sound of bones cracking couldn't be hidden; their bones had indeed been broken by his foot.

In the blink of an eye, only two people remained alive.

Mei lost her patience, and her ferocity surged: "I will send you to meet the King of Hell right now."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to attack the two remaining assassins.

Yan Yan quickly stopped him: "Wait."

Mei looked at him, puzzled: "What are you doing?"

Yan Yan slid lightly off Xiao Ji, a confident smile on her small face, and said in a clear voice, "I know how to get them to tell the truth."

Having said that, he walked slowly and deliberately to the two assassins.

He turned to Mei and said to one of them, "Master, take him to the other side. A little further away."

Upon hearing this, Mei frowned in displeasure and said irritably, "You little brat, how dare you order your master around?"

"Do as he says," Xiao Ji said in a deep voice, his tone carrying an unquestionable authority.

Although Mei was unwilling, she still obeyed Xiao Ji's order.

He reached out and lifted one of the assassins up like a chick, and in the blink of an eye, he leaped more than ten feet away like lightning.

He casually tossed the assassin to the ground, crossed his arms, and watched Yan Yan from a distance.

Yan Yan walked up to the last remaining assassin, her childish voice carrying a hint of composure: "Only one of you can live, you or that assassin. If you confess first, we'll let you go."

The assassin had already given up hope of living, his eyes filled with despair.

But upon hearing Yan Yan's words, a glimmer of hope for life appeared in her lifeless eyes.

But soon, that newly ignited light vanished, and he said warily, "Why should I believe you?"

Yan Yan did not answer directly, but turned to look at Xiao Ji. Xiao Ji understood immediately and nodded, saying solemnly, "His words are just like my words."

"I'll give you half a cup of tea's time. Whoever confesses first will be released first." Xiao Ji now understood Yan Yan's intention; the little guy was cleverly playing psychological tactics.

Faced with a life-or-death decision, anyone would feel fear.

Yan Yan gave them hope for life, and this seemingly faint glimmer of hope was enough to make the two of them fight to the death.

Sure enough, the assassin nervously looked towards the distance.

Mei was leaning over, listening to what another assassin was saying, as if he had already confessed.

He felt a sudden surge of anxiety, fearing he would fall behind, and hurriedly shouted, "I'll talk, I'll talk..."

Seeing this, Yan Yan revealed a triumphant smile and asked, "Who is the mastermind behind this?"

"Yes, she is the Holy Maiden of Northern Qi." The assassin managed to squeeze out the words with difficulty. "The Holy Maiden is all-knowing, all-powerful, and possesses the ability to foresee the future. She predicted that if the King of Chu is not eliminated, he will pose a great threat to Northern Qi in the future. If the King of Chu can be killed, there will be no one in Southern Yue to protect the country, and Northern Qi can then advance unimpeded and destroy Southern Yue in one fell swoop."

After hearing this, Yan Yan gave a soft "Oh," her young face thoughtful as she pressed on, "So, the Holy Maiden used a treacherous scheme to frame the King of Dongling, with the aim of luring my father here, right?"

The assassin hung his head dejectedly, nodded, and continued, "The antidote is in the hands of the Holy Maiden. Only by obtaining the antidote from the Holy Maiden can the King of Dongling be safe. If the King of Dongling dies in Nanyue, it will also successfully sow discord between the two countries."

As he said this, he anxiously looked towards Mei's direction.

But then they saw that Mei had actually untied the rope from the other assassin.

He was immediately anxious and hurriedly asked, "I've told you everything I know, can you let me go now?"

At this moment, Yan Yan and Xiao Ji both had their backs to Mei, so they naturally couldn't see what was happening over there.

The two nodded slightly, and Yan Yan said innocently, "Father, one should not break one's word. Since he has confessed, let him go."

After a moment's thought, Xiao Ji agreed, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

The assassin felt a surge of smug satisfaction. Everyone said that the King of Chu was exceptionally intelligent, but now it seemed that he was fooled by a mere assassin like himself with just a few words. He was utterly foolish.

Xiao Ji took out a bottle of antidote and held it to the assassin's nose so he could smell it.

In an instant, the assassin felt a release in his body, and his limbs regained their mobility.

He looked at Xiao Ji with a sinister gaze, then suddenly raised his hand and swiftly threw a hidden weapon at Xiao Ji's face.

Xiao Ji reacted quickly and hurriedly dodged to the side.

When he turned back, the assassin had already taken the opportunity to escape.

"Stop! Don't run!" Xiao Ji pretended to chase after him for a couple of steps, but the assassin ran even faster and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, Mei walked over leisurely.

Bloodstains were still on his hands.

Mei took out a handkerchief and casually wiped her hands. Then she tilted her head slightly towards Xiao Ji and said in a lazy tone with a hint of urging, "What are you still standing there for? Let's go."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ji's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile, and he extended his broad hand towards Yan Yan.

Yan Yan, like a lively little spring, jumped into his arms in an instant.

Xiao Ji smoothly gathered his long sleeves and firmly embraced Yan Yan in his arms.

Immediately afterwards, the two figures leaped up like ghosts, resembling two dazzling bolts of lightning, one black and one red, and swiftly chased after the direction the assassin had fled.

It's unclear whether it was because he had just escaped by sheer luck and thought he had shaken off his pursuers, or whether the assassin was simply careless and underestimated his opponent.

After believing he had successfully shaken off Xiao Ji and the others, he became complacent and hastily fled in the northwest.

Before long, the assassin stopped in front of a mountain villa.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, he turned his head warily to look behind him.

All around was empty, with only a large tree standing alone on the bare ground.

The trees were almost completely bare, with sparse branches and nowhere to hide.

Seeing this, the assassin breathed a slight sigh of relief, then suddenly gathered his strength, leaped over the wall, and easily jumped over the wall of the manor.

However, he never expected that Xiao Ji and Mei had already entered the manor ahead of time.

It seems that this is where the mysterious Northern Qi saintess has settled down.

The two exchanged a glance, and without a word, they understood each other perfectly.

Mei nodded gently, then took out a delicate little medicine bottle from her bosom and slowly opened the cap.

The moment he opened the bottle cap, Xiao Ji and Yan Yan reacted quickly and covered their noses.

At that moment, being upwind, the medicinal powder, emitting a strange aura, drifted silently into the manor with the wind.

The group waited quietly in place.

In a short while, several muffled thuds of heavy objects falling to the ground were heard from inside the villa.

Upon hearing the sound, Yan Yan excitedly gave Mei a thumbs-up and praised in a clear voice, "Master's sleeping potion is really powerful!"

This brat, he sweetly calls me "Master" when he needs something, but when he doesn't, he rudely calls me "Old thing."

Although Mei was somewhat dissatisfied, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, but her mood inexplicably improved.

He casually put away the medicine bottle, put his hand behind his back, and walked with elegant steps toward the manor, saying in a seductive voice, "Aren't you coming with me?"