It wasn't that she was scaring herself, but rather that a dark figure suddenly appeared behind her, and then that figure abruptly raised the sword in its hand and thrust it at An Xin.
An Xin ducked, narrowly avoiding the attack, then bent low and swept her long leg across the person behind her.
The man raised his sword to block, but An Xin suddenly pulled her leg back, stood up abruptly, and quickly twisted the mechanism on her wrist. The delicate and powerful short arrow shot towards the man with the force of thunder.
The arrow came suddenly. Even though the man's skills were superior to An Xin's, he could not defend against the hidden weapon. With a "thud," the short arrow pierced his arm. The force of the arrow caused the man to stagger back several steps. His masked face revealed only shock in his eyes. He hurriedly retreated and turned to flee.
He fled quickly. An Xin's eyes darkened, and she took a step forward to chase after him. The man stumbled along the way, but he didn't run too slowly. However, he always stopped to rest at every corner. An Xin slowly narrowed her eyes and suddenly stopped.
The person running forward kept looking back at her, and eventually stopped as well.
An Xin subconsciously placed her hand on her wrist, and then suddenly heard a whooshing sound as several dark figures appeared abruptly and pounced on her at the same time!
An Xin's face darkened. She could only fire ten hidden weapons at a time, and she had just fired one. She still had nine left. There were six men in black, which meant that if she couldn't kill them in one move, she would be next to die!
However, killing was not An Xin's intention. Therefore, if she were to take action, she would inevitably inflict severe injuries on them, making it impossible for them to fight back. This seemed to be much more difficult than killing them, and the other party might be trying to kill her!
An Xin slowly tightened the dark ring on her wrist, her face turning slightly pale.
Even with her composure, her expression changed at this moment. In the blink of an eye, life and death could lead to either a tragic or a joyful outcome!
In the blink of an eye, An Xin's movements were swift. She dodged a sword and suddenly thrust her hidden weapon toward the chest of the person to her right. A cold sword grazed her cheek, and An Xin felt a sharp pain. She turned around abruptly, fired a short arrow, and with a "thud," the person behind her fell silent.
Without a second thought, two more cold swords thrust at her from the left and right. An Xin, risking a blow, abruptly turned to deal with the person on her left. Before she could even draw her sword from her waist, she had already turned and stabbed behind her. Just then, another cold sword came hurtling towards her chest!
The sword came with lightning speed, and An Xin's pupils shrank as she realized the outcome!
With a "crack," the sword that had been thrusting at her suddenly broke, and then the person on her right went limp and fell to the ground. An Xin felt a tightness around her waist, followed by excruciating pain.
"Pfft!" A strange sound rang out, and An Xin's body suddenly trembled. The person who had stabbed her heart was actually cleaved in two!
An Xin felt a mouthful of cold, metallic taste rush into her throat, her body went limp, and she was caught by someone.
An Xin's forehead was covered in cold sweat from the pain. She looked at the person in front of her, but he wouldn't look at her, only staring motionlessly at the corpse on the ground...
"Yan Zhen, what brings you here?" An Xin asked, feeling that this kind of heroic rescue was easy to make people like!
Yan Zhen paused, then pulled her closer, turned his face, and his eyes were filled with a dark hue in the night, so cold that even she felt a chill in them.
An Xin felt her lower back hurt even more.
"What are you doing running around alone in the middle of the night?!" The voice was cold and angry, which startled An Xin.
"If I had arrived even a moment later, what difference would there be between you and those corpses!?"
An Xin had never been scolded before, not even by An Youwei. Her scolding was never this harsh. She was caught off guard by the sudden reprimand.
"How could someone as clever as you not see through a trap?!"
An Xin: "..."
"say!"
An Xin was speechless after being scolded, but she was always proud and arrogant, and felt that being scolded like this was really embarrassing, so she pouted.
Yan Zhen was furious, but his hand on her waist remained motionless. An Xin was in so much pain that her teeth were chattering. Finally, she couldn't bear it any longer and looked up at him: "My lord, this is a matter of life and death..."
Yan Zhen's face was like a stone that had been sullen in a cesspool for eight hundred years. When feeding her medicine, her face stretched to a length of ten feet. Admittedly, the Prime Minister's face was quite beautiful when it stretched to ten feet, but it was still inexplicably upsetting to look at.
An Xin casually opened the medicine bowl and said, "Am I going to drink the medicine or do I have to look at your face? If you don't want to feed me, I'll just drink it myself! Besides, it's my back that's injured, not my hand. You should go about your business, sir, don't be here making people feel uncomfortable!"
Yan Zhen retorted angrily, "You didn't just injure your back, you injured your brain!"
An Xin retorted angrily, "I can hurt myself wherever I want? What's it to you? Even if I die or get hurt, that's my business, it's none of your concern!"
Yan Zhen, stung by the retort, snapped, "I have nothing to do with you!? Wasn't it you, An Xin, who pointed at me as her husband in the main hall that day!?"
An Xin was speechless. She raised her eyelashes and glanced at Yan Zhen's dark face. Her brows furrowed, and then she found it amusing. She couldn't help but ask, "It's me. What's wrong?"
Yan Zhen gritted her teeth and said, "An Xin!"
An Xin glanced at the medicine on the ground and said, "My back hurts, I need to take some medicine."
Yan Zhen turned and walked out. A moment later, the door was pushed open again, and sure enough, Yan Zhen came over with a bowl of medicine. His face was still very sour. An Xin simply closed her eyes. Since it was annoying to look at, she simply didn't look and let him feed her. Suddenly, her lips felt soft, and then warm breath flowed into her mouth.
An Xin's body trembled suddenly, and she abruptly opened her eyes.
"An Xin, when will you put my mind at ease?" Yan Zhen's eyes sparkled with elegance, yet she stared directly into An Xin's eyes. An Xin's eyes narrowed abruptly, and her gaze shifted away.
"Drink your medicine." His anger seemed to subside slightly, and the darkness in his eyes faded, replaced by a deep, unyielding heartache.
An Xin obediently drank the medicine and said, "I was feeling down, so I went for a walk. Little did I know there was an ambush."
Yan Zhen glanced at her and said, "Are you feeling down too?"
An Xin glanced at him and said, "Don't you also go out in the middle of the night?"
Yan Zhen looked at her and paused before saying, "I can't sleep at night, isn't it all because of that heartless An Xin!?"
An Xin's mouth twitched.
"On one hand, he maintains a close relationship with the Prime Minister, and on the other hand, he leaves the palace with the Prime Minister's mortal enemy. How can anyone not be angry?"
An Xin's lips twitched again.
"I was just taking a walk when I stumbled upon a conspiracy to kill someone, which plunged my already depressed mood straight into the deepest abyss. How could I possibly look good?"
An Xin's face was so stiff she was almost unresponsive.