Chapter 125

The other side fought without any hesitation, not wanting to leave any survivors, and specifically targeting their lives!

Cui Pei kicked away the assassin who pounced on him, plunged a knife into his heart, turned his head and suddenly saw Wen Ji, and immediately turned away.

Wenji put the dagger in his pocket for self-defense, picked up a silver knife from the ground, and without saying a word slashed at the nearby assassins.

A knife pierced his heart with precision and swiftness, then was pulled out, blood splattering all over his face.

Cui Pei's hand, which was about to help, froze in place. He suddenly laughed, "I didn't know you had any guts!"

Wenji, usually so composed, felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the unseeing eyes of the assassins. He gripped his knife tightly, forcing himself to remain calm. "They deserved to die!"

Those who harmed my mother and sister deserve to die!

For a moment, the two were distracted and saw that the assassin in the courtyard was only targeting Pei Lingjun.

The guards tried to engage the assassins in combat, but were quickly shaken off, seemingly unwilling to continue.

Pei Lingjun kicked up his long staff, using the force to strike the three assassins who rushed at him. The force was so great that it went straight to their lungs, and all three fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"What are you two watching?! Aren't you coming over to help?" Pei Lingjun turned his head, switched the silver knife to his left hand, and breathed heavily.

"Hey! They're here!" Cui Pei immediately stepped forward with his knife, not forgetting to joke, "Boss, do you think they've got their eye on you? Otherwise, why are they only attacking you?"

The young man glanced at him sideways, a half-smile playing on his lips, and said, "Yeah, such good treatment. When we get back to Jijing, let the brothers treat you to something nice too."

"No, no, no!" Cui Pei pretended to slap his face. "Boss, I can't accept such good treatment! Should we kill these people or spare them?"

Under the deep darkness of night, the young man's eyebrows were unusually defined by their dark gray brows. The chill of approaching winter penetrated his lungs, but could not quell the burning heat within him. His murderous intent intensified as he slowly said, "Leave no one alive!"

As dawn approached, the assassin coughed up blood, his body collapsing to the ground, and the courtyard finally returned to its usual tranquility.

The guards, displaying remarkable professionalism, dragged the body out and disposed of it themselves.

Pei Lingjun saw the blood all over the ground, but his expression remained unchanged. However, his hands were covered in sticky bloodstains. He took out a worn handkerchief from his pocket, intending to wipe his hands, but then paused. He ran his fingertips over the orchid embroidered on the corner of the handkerchief, and then carefully put it back into his pocket.

Wenji, standing beside the two, saw Pei Lingjun holding Wen Shu's handkerchief, his lips twitching and then falling back down, but he ultimately said nothing.

The yard was spotless, without a trace of blood.

The fight damaged quite a few items, and Wenji roughly calculated that he would go and buy some more the next day.

Wen Shu helped Zhou Yun to sleep, but when she returned to her room, she couldn't fall asleep. Lying in bed, she opened her eyes and watched the sky outside gradually brighten.

Unable to fall asleep, he had no choice but to get up and find something to do. Unexpectedly, as soon as he went out, he saw Cui Pei drawing several basins of cold water from the well and wiping the wound on Pei Lingjun's shoulder.

Seemingly not expecting Wen Shu to get up at this time of daybreak, the two were stunned for a moment.

Cui Pei held up the blood-stained handkerchief in her hand, blinked, and said, "Fourth Sister, you're awake? The eldest brother thought you were asleep. He didn't want to tell you about his injury, so he just applied some medicine haphazardly to fool you."

Pei Lingjun sat on a stone stool in the courtyard with his shirt half off. Underneath his thick fleece jacket were firm, toned chest muscles and faintly visible abdominal muscles.

Wen Shu's gaze followed the opening of his clothes to his waist and abdomen. Suddenly, her cheeks flushed, and she looked away, taking a slight breath as she asked, "How badly are you injured?"