Shen Qianmo shook her head helplessly and tapped Qianqian's nose. "Do you think Gongzi Xiu's kung fu is weak? How is it that Jingyan is bullying him?"
Upon hearing Shen Qianmo's words, Situ Jingyan laughed even harder, a wicked smile creeping onto his face. He put his arm around Shen Qianmo's shoulder from behind and said with a smile, "Mo'er still cares about me the most."
"Tsk tsk tsk, that's disgusting." Yan Xiuling shook his head, looking disgusted. "You think you're the only one who cares about your wife?"
“I wouldn’t mind if you married her too,” Situ Jingyan teased with a wicked smile.
Over the years, Yan Xiuling has always been just like him, uninterested in women, or rather, no woman has ever reached their level.
Yes. He was lucky, which is why he was able to meet Shen Qianmo, a woman who understood him and was willing to stay by his side.
Yan Xiuling rolled her eyes after hearing Situ Jingyan's words and said, "Women are tigers, I don't want to marry one!"
"Young Master Xiu, you're wrong! I won't help you anymore." Qianqian raised her eyebrows upon hearing Young Master Xiu's words, giving him a look that said, "You're hopeless."
"Look, even Qianqian isn't helping you anymore," Shen Qianmo teased, raising an eyebrow.
The people inside the carriage all had smiles on their faces, but for a moment, they all froze.
The group exchanged glances, cold smiles creeping onto their faces. There was a murderous aura emanating from outside the carriage; it seemed they were coming for them.
"Could it be your good-for-nothing brother?" Yan Xiuling smiled playfully, leaning lazily against the carriage, seemingly unconcerned about the assassins outside.
There was no fear in Situ Jingyan's eyes, but rather a hint of bloodlust. A wicked and arrogant smile appeared on his lips. "You couldn't resist after all. However, you've improved quite a bit in being able to track my whereabouts."
Shen Qianmo listened silently to their conversation without saying a word.
Born into royalty, infighting among brothers is inevitable. Moreover, Situ Jingyan's ascension to the throne was not legitimate, and his brothers must still be eyeing the throne.
A fierce glint flashed in her eyes. No matter who it was, anyone who dared to harm Situ Jingyan would not be spared. She was no stranger to the power struggles within the royal family, so she was not afraid. She would always stand by Situ Jingyan's side, helping him overcome all obstacles.
"Since they're all here, we should at least meet them." Situ Jingyan smiled slightly, a hint of determination and sarcasm flashing in his eyes. His fiery red robes were so dazzling that they made one's eyes feel dry.
A large number of assassins had already gathered outside the carriage, as evidenced by the heavy killing intent. The coachman steadied the carriage, looking at the assassins around him without the slightest fear on his face. Clearly, he too was skilled in martial arts.
The coachman was also a member of the Bloodthirsty Pavilion, so naturally he wasn't afraid of these assassins. In fact, if it really came down to a one-on-one fight, these assassins probably wouldn't be a match for the coachman.
"Third Brother is so enthusiastic, sending you all to greet me from so far away in Tianmo?" A cold, emotionless voice rang out. Situ Jingyan, exuding an aura of dominance, coldly looked at the group of assassins, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze under his gaze.
Chapter Twelve: Jingyan's Past [Handwritten Update]
The assassins were immediately gripped by fear, as if the already frigid winter had grown even colder, and they felt an urge to shiver.
The winter wind was particularly bleak, and the surrounding trees had all lost their leaves, appearing as nothing but bare branches in the distance. The dense forest stretched far and wide, with no end in sight, only boundless desolation and utter desolation.
The surroundings were eerily quiet. A dark mass of assassins stood motionless. Before them stood the man in red, a ghostly smile on his face. The atmosphere was incredibly unsettling.
Although it was a man facing so many assassins, the man in red exuded a far superior aura compared to them. Though he was smiling, he emanated a terrifying killing intent and domineering presence, causing the assassins to hesitate and remain motionless. Perhaps this was true composure.
"If you're going to make a move, then make a move; if not, then get out of the way." A clear, melodious voice rang out. The assassins looked up and saw a woman dressed in white with a light blue fur coat stepping out of the sedan chair. There was a hint of weariness in her eyes, but no fear in her dark eyes.
The assassins remained hesitant. The Third Prince had ordered them to assassinate Situ Jingyan in secret, but Situ Jingyan seemed to have anticipated their arrival and showed no fear whatsoever. Even the woman accompanying him was unfathomable.
Situ Jingyan looked at the assassins who were cowering and dared not make a move, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, and the smile on his lips grew even colder, "The assassins that Third Brother raised are just like him. They are all—useless!"
The last four words, drawn out with a long, drawn-out tone, enraged the assassins in front of them. They thought that if they failed to complete the mission and returned to Tianmo, the Third Prince would probably not give them a good ending. They figured they might as well act now, at least they still had a chance to fight back. However, when they actually started to act, they realized how ridiculous their idea was.
Two figures, one in red and one in white, moved with an ethereal grace, yet appeared as ghostly as ghosts. No one could see how they made their moves; all they saw was one assassin after another fall.
The few remaining assassins had deep fear in their eyes. The man and woman in front of them still wore the same smiles as before, walking among the assassins as if taking a leisurely stroll. Only the curve of their lips grew wider and wider, exuding an arrogant and domineering aura.
"Ghost...ghost..." Intermittent gasps of astonishment escaped the assassins' lips, their eyes filled with bewilderment and panic. Some of the more timid ones had already begun to flee.
But with their exceptional skills, Shen Qianmo and Situ Jingyan were not about to let them escape. Their attacks were even faster; the black-clad assassins fell one after another, and soon the dense forest was filled with a thick stench of blood.
"I don't like this smell." Yan Xiuling also got out of the sedan chair, looked at the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, frowned slightly, seemingly annoyed, and said indifferently.
"Miss, why didn't you let me out just now? These small fry don't need your help." Qianqian also jumped out of the sedan chair with Yan Xiuling. Looking at the assassins all over the ground, she didn't feel much pity.
Although Qianqian is simple-minded, it doesn't mean she's a soft-hearted woman. She just doesn't understand those schemes and plots. But she will never show mercy to anyone who wants to kill her or hurt her mistress.
Shen Qianmo smiled faintly and said casually, "It's been a long time since I've killed someone so freely."
Looking at Shen Qianmo's bloodthirsty smile and her unfathomable black eyes, Situ Jingyan suddenly felt a pang of pain in his heart. His Mo'er was not a woman who took pleasure in bloodshed; behind such a seemingly arrogant and casual remark lay countless sorrows.
For a woman to rise step by step to the position of the Demon Palace Master is no easy feat.
A ruthless glint flashed in Yan Xiuling's eyes, but a doll-like smile appeared on her lips as she said, "I hate killing the most. Unfortunately, there are always people who overestimate themselves. Jingyan, your third brother is truly a heartless villain."
Situ Jingyan gave a cold snort. Situ Jingye, it seems he's tired of living. If it weren't for his sixth brother's sake back then, how could he have left such a menace alive!
However, Situ Jingye had repeatedly sent assassins to kill him, constantly pushing his limits. It seemed he couldn't let him live. Now that he was back in Tianmo, he was determined to thoroughly rectify Tianmo's internal affairs!
In his absence, Tianmo must have secretly changed. Thinking of this, Situ Jingyan curled into a cold smile. What he wanted was the change of power in Tianmo. Only in this way could he completely get rid of those who should not have stayed in Tianmo.
"What, finally ready to make a move?" Yan Xiuling raised an eyebrow, not missing the fleeting killing intent in Situ Jingyan's eyes, and smiled faintly.
A hint of doubt flashed in Shen Qianmo's eyes. Judging from Yan Xiuling's words, it seemed that Situ Jingyan had deliberately spared his third brother, and it sounded like this wasn't the first time his third brother had done this.
Situ Jingyan is not a womanly person; how could he tolerate someone repeatedly crossing his bottom line? There must be some reason behind this.
"I wonder why Jingyan has kept this third brother alive all this time?" Shen Qianmo asked leisurely. There should be no secrets or reservations between her and Situ Jingyan.
Situ Jingyan's eyes darkened slightly, and after a while he said calmly, "Because my sixth brother begged me to spare his life."
"Sixth brother? Is that Situ Jinghao, who is known as the most handsome man in Tianmo?" A hint of interest flashed in Shen Qianmo's eyes, and he asked with a smile, quite curious.
She was familiar with the name Situ Jinghao. His reputation as the most handsome man in the land was widespread. She hadn't paid much attention before, but after meeting Situ Jingyan, she became curious. Who was this person who could surpass such a monstrous figure as Situ Jingyan and become the most handsome man in Tianmo?