Assassin sans nom

Chapitre 19

He narrowed his handsome eyes and noticed two women sitting in the hall, one of whom was his target for tonight.

Jiang Wubo suppressed a yawn, and seeing her face darken, he laughed and said, "What's so great about Xianyun? Why are you so fixated on him?"

"Hmph, the men I want will always be at my feet."

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"That's easy." Jiang Wubo covered his yawn again. "Go ahead, I won't stop you."

"Competing with others for a man has never been my style, Che Yanyan. In the past, when I wanted a man, if he didn't have someone he liked, then I would take him and he would be mine; if he did have a woman he liked, then it would be my skill to make him my subject. But I never owed any of those women anything; I always made amends. These Heavenly Slaves, take a look, see which one you like, and tonight you can make your wish come true."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wubo nearly collapsed.

"You call this not owing anything? You basically let those girls betray you first, and then you took advantage of their vulnerability!"

Che Yanyan stood up angrily. "That familiar tone of yours, I hate it so much. If you don't choose a Heavenly Slave today, I'll choose one for you myself!"

Jiang Wubo sighed inwardly. She had heard about Che Yanyan's methods a couple of years ago; she valued both face and men, outwardly appearing sophisticated as she used her charm to seduce men. Even if a man had someone else in mind, she would use her own abilities to win him over, and would never do something like murder to steal a man's affections…

She listened casually that day, but now she is suffering the consequences.

Fortunately, she was very good at enduring it.

The Heavenly Slaves around Che Yanyan, who usually wear masks, have all taken them off today, and they are all quite impressive. No wonder they have all been taken under the wing of this Right Protector.

She touched her nose and secretly hid a yawn. It was all because of the bad habits she had developed during those six months at Yun Family Manor. In order to maintain her health, she turned off the lights at the first watch of the night, which made her extremely sleepy now, and she would fall asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Now, she must put her patience to good use.

Che Yanyan sneered: "Actually, how could Xianyun be suitable for you? When I kidnapped you, he was in the wedding hall having a happy reunion with the daughter of the Tang family."

Jiang Wubo glanced at her and politely asked, "Protector Che, haven't you used the wrong words?"

"Wow, did I use the wrong word? I won't hide it from Miss Jiang, the people who came to rescue you are already down the mountain, including Xianyun, of course, but the young lady from Tangjiabao has been inseparable from him for the past two weeks... You understand what I mean, right?"

In the candlelight, Jiang Wubo's expression was uncertain. With her eyes half-lowered, she suddenly said, "I remember at the wedding banquet, there was indeed a woman surnamed Tang, about eighteen years old, beautiful and charming. I always found it strange that her clothes were different from mine. It turns out it was because of her competitive spirit. She and Xianyun are quite a good match."

The man on the roof stared intently at her.

Jiang Wubo sighed, stood up and said, "If he's unrighteous, I'll be unrighteous too. Come on, line them up one by one, let me see which one is better." A wise person knows when to yield. If I don't obediently follow her now, I'm afraid I'll be forced into a fight later. It's better to pick one that I like.

She slowly walked around them, habitually playing with her jade flute, but before being escorted out of Difeng, the jade flute had been given to He Zai, alas.

Every man has his own unique characteristics, but she couldn't be moved by love. Anyway, she tried to wait until dawn. By then, the various martial arts sects at the foot of the mountain would have come up, and she would have escaped a calamity.

"Hurry up and choose!"

She stood before one of the young men, who bore numerous whip marks, about to challenge him, when suddenly the candlelight went out, plunging the hall and its surroundings into darkness.

"What's going on?" Che Yanyan shouted, "Light the candles quickly!"

One day, a man ran to the candlestick to light the candle, only to find that the wick had been removed. When he turned around, he froze and could no longer move.

Before Jiang Wubo could react, her slender waist was embraced, and her whole body was nestled in someone's arms. Like a god riding the wind, she left the hall in the blink of an eye, passing by the frozen Tiannu, and arrived at a secluded spot in the distance.

Then, her chin was lifted up, her lips were forcibly pried open, and she was kissed forcefully.

She was stunned; this aura…

The kiss was passionate and lingering. Was he certain she couldn't see his expression, and so he kissed her with abandon?

She blinked, then blinked again, her heart pounding a little fast, but she thought she could control it. She had never seen such passion in her life... Well, she had to admit, she had only lived for twenty years and had seen many things, but this was something she had only ever experienced in her dreams.

She can still endure it.

No, why should she endure it? Some things can be endured, but some things don't need to be. Just as she was about to repay the favor with a beautiful gift, she noticed that the other person had passed her a pill with the tip of their tongue and then withdrew.

"..." She touched her moist red lips and swallowed the pill.

"Are you alright?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

"...It's alright, just my heart is beating a little fast. Did you give me poison?"

At night, a faint smile appeared on his face.

Then, she found herself being held tightly in someone's arms. Was she so focused on being alone that she forgot what he, the man she couldn't save, was thinking that day?

He held her very tightly, not out of romantic feelings, but as if he was afraid she would fall off the cliff again.

This man is a pillar of strength, someone everyone can rely on, but... what the hell, she's actually comforting him!

"You don't need to feel apologetic. I'll come back to find He Zai sooner or later. This time, I'm just going with the flow."

He responded.

She lifted her face, her cheek brushing against his smooth skin. Imagining his warm smile, she felt a surge of joy. It was strange, really; for the past two weeks, all she could think about were his smiles towards his family at Yun Family Manor. This wasn't good; becoming too obsessed could easily lead to hurt.

He did something, and suddenly a flame appeared. She looked closely and realized that they were behind a rockery, and in his palm was half a small, flat candle.

She slowly raised her eyes and met his handsome face, and couldn't help but feel a tremor in her heart.

He was dressed in a nightgown, and his long hair, instead of being tied up as usual, was tied behind his back, with a few strands of black hair falling in front of his forehead. His handsome face had a touch of otherworldly and aloof beauty.

It turns out that he didn't prefer white; rather, white robes accentuated his aloofness and distance, while other colors gave him a captivating radiance, like a shower of enchanting moonlight, indiscriminate in gender.

"What a prodigy..." she thought to herself. So, all this time, she'd been practicing her ninjutsu for tonight...

He gazed at her silently, as if he couldn't get enough of looking at her.

She licked her lips and whispered, "I think they're not here to rescue us tonight?"

A smile played on his lips. "No."

"Hey, what kind of medicine is that?"

Goodbye, love potion.

She was stunned when she heard this.

His eyes were full of spring, he was like a gentle spring breeze, spring flowers were flying everywhere, spring... She swallowed.

"that……"

"If you have something to say, ask it now," he said softly.

She thought for a moment, then laughed hastily. What was there to ask? What else was there to ask? Ask him what he thought of the Tang family's daughter? That was a completely pointless question.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to let you know I'm fine and there's no need to worry."

Upon hearing this, Gongsun Yun merely smiled and extinguished the candle. Instantly, darkness returned. He said, "After you return to the dungeon, circulate your internal energy for a while; this medicine can protect your heart meridian."

"I'm not that weak..." she muttered.

"I can't guarantee I can take you anywhere right now," he said calmly. "The Bai Ming Cult dared to kidnap someone at the martial arts champion's wedding banquet, intending to alarm the senior figures and officials present. They are currently at the foot of the mountain and will be coming up first thing tomorrow morning. The Yun Family Manor has an ancestral rule forbidding interference in the affairs of the martial world. I have never met the leader of the Bai Ming Cult. You mentioned that he has gone mad with qi deviation. If anything happens tomorrow, you will be the first to be affected. I may not be able to protect you completely. If someone attacks you, at least it will prevent damage to your heart meridian."

"You came just to deliver medicine?"

"……Um."

She smiled. "I understand."

He held her for a while longer before saying, "Take care, I'll take you home."

She responded, then hurriedly pulled down his neck and touched the corner of his mouth.

Sure enough, his lips didn't curl into a smile; he maintained a cold demeanor.

The warm, spring-like atmosphere earlier was just for her. His arrival tonight suggests he's still unsettled and needs to confirm her life or death, her safety, immediately.

That night, she fought with Che Yanyan. Che Yanyan had many servants under her command, some strong and some weak. Inevitably, there were injuries in the fight, and there was a lot of blood left in the courtyard. Perhaps at that time, he stared at the bloodstains on the ground, wondering who left them?

This feeling was really unfamiliar, but a strange joy welled up inside her.

She thought, even a poisonous poppy can sometimes lose control... though he usually diligently releases his toxins. She tiptoed slightly, releasing a small impulse, and kissed the corner of his mouth.

"This is the last time," he said hoarsely. "It won't happen again."

This statement puzzled her somewhat, but she didn't ask further, only smiling and saying:

"Xianyun, now I think that eating the healthy food at Yunjiazhuang is not bad at all."

"You'll know what suffering is coming to you later." The voice finally revealed a hint of laughter.

Then, she was embraced, and in the blink of an eye, she found herself back in the hall. He gently touched her cheek, and suddenly her pressure points were pressed, leaving her standing stiffly in place.

The familiar scent faded away, but she wore a smile.

A believer who had been released from his acupoints outside the hall rushed in in a disheveled state and lit a tinderbox.

"Car protectors!"

Jiang Wubo's eyes darted around, and he saw that the Tiannu and Che Yanyan had all had their acupoints sealed.

Seeing this, the cultist rushed forward and released Che Yanyan's pressure points. She immediately slapped him. "A bunch of useless trash, letting people just brazenly barge in and kidnap you... Are you still here?"

Jiang Wubo blinked as he looked at her.

With suspicion, Che Yanyan released the pressure points of the other Heavenly Slaves one by one, and then pressed Jiang Wubo's pressure points.

Jiang Wubo took a breath: "You scared me! I thought you had acupunctured my pressure points..."

Why would I press your pressure points?

"That day you lamented that I wasn't a man, but who knew what you were planning?"

Che Yanyan glared at her, then turned and angrily said, "Hurry up and investigate! Block all the roads down the mountain. I want to see who dares to come to Baiming Cult to show off! Take her back to Feng first!"

Chapter 9

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The next morning.

He washed away the heavy makeup on his face, revealing his true appearance.

Deng Haitang's eyes widened.

"Now that we have waited for the young lady, and Tianhe Manor knows that He Yuehua is a Heavenly Slave, I no longer need to hide it. Today's events will be the final end, at least I can face things as they are," he said.

Jiang Wubo retrieved her jade flute and smiled:

"This isn't our last moment, why are you so calmly facing death?"

"The girl used the wrong word again." He Zai laughed along.

Che Yanyan came to pick up the person herself, and then her beautiful eyes widened in surprise.

Who are you?