Barren Husband Has Both Sons and Daughters? Let Him Be Incapable of Procreation

During a spring hunt, Song Yuxiu lost his fertility while saving Shen Zhiyi from falling off her horse. After marriage, she served her in-laws and managed household affairs. To protect his dignity,...

Chapter 116 He's a Demon, Like a God: You Dare to Touch My People!

The kick he had just received was so powerful that his internal organs were churning. As soon as he opened his mouth, he coughed violently twice, his mouth full of blood. The demon was already standing in front of him.

He came with a knife, and with a swift motion, he was already gesturing towards the man's neck.

"What did Prince Song just say? Your Majesty issued a decree for your divorce, yet you still dare to say that she is your wife for life?"

"I……"

Song Yuxiu met those sharp, piercing gazes.

The overwhelming pressure and ruthless thuggishness that burst forth in an instant almost scared him to death.

"I...I was talking nonsense."

"You just touched her?"

"No, I didn't, I didn't touch her!" Song Yuxiu hurriedly shook his head.

"If I didn't touch her, then I must be blind and misjudged her?" Zhou Xuance was only far away, but his eyesight was excellent.

Song Yuxiu's body trembled violently, and his face turned pale.

Everyone said the Regent was nearing the end of his life, and he had been bedridden since the beginning of summer. How could he have imagined that this ruthless man would appear here? He lost his composure, but fortunately, the knife that was held to his neck was removed in the next second.

He had just breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't expect...

Accompanied by a shrill scream, Shen Zhiyi was quite far away, and with the dark night and windy conditions, and the two of them under the tree, they couldn't see clearly, but they could feel that the scream was shrill and extremely painful.

"Your Highness, spare my life!"

Song Yuxiu's hand was stepped on.

Not only did he step on it, he also deliberately ran over it.

The pain in your fingers, which are connected to your heart, is unimaginable.

"Is it this hand?" Zhou Xuance asked him, looking down.

At that moment, Song Yuxiu just wanted him to move his foot away as soon as possible, and instinctively said, "No, it's not..."

result,

He did move his foot, but with a step, he stepped on his other arm.

Suddenly, I pushed off with my feet.

A crisp sound of breaking bones rang out simultaneously with screams and wails.

Song Yuxiu was horrified, and his whole body convulsed as he listened, almost numb.

devil!

He's not even a human being.

Who would actually break someone's arm by stepping on it?

He looked down at him with disdain, completely ignoring his pain and struggle, his expression cold as he examined the knife in his hand. "Young Master Song, you are truly audacious..."

"You dare touch my men?"

His gaze was composed, he was dressed in magnificent robes, and wore a white jade hairpin in his hair; his demeanor was one of unparalleled nobility.

Like an elegant and composed executioner, raising his knife to slowly torture you.

he……

His people?

Does it mean "sinking branches"?

Song Yuxiu was terrified, and he warned again: "I have been in the army for many years and I have some skills. Does Prince Song know how many bones are in your body?"

"You have 24 ribs alone. Tell me, if I were to smash each and every one of your ribs..."

Song Yuxiu was utterly horrified.

My whole body was covered in cold sweat.

He's a devil!

Suddenly, he exerted force with his foot, completely crushing his arm, and Song Yuxiu fainted from the extreme shock and fear.

"Your Highness, he has fainted." Kong Qing raised an eyebrow.

"Song Yuxiu, the heir of the Marquis of Xuanhua, was lax in his attitude during military campaigns, indulged in pleasure, and was arrogant. He also claimed military merits from his subordinates. The Dali Temple should investigate this matter thoroughly."

His voice was low and hoarse in the night, like a voice from hell coming to take away souls.

Shen Zhiyi only saw Kong Qing order people to carry Song Yuxiu away, and the way he looked...

He looked like a dead person.

The Regent had already raised his hand and handed the knife to Kong Qing.

Her heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he...?

Let's kill Song Yuxiu!

The way he kicked that person just now didn't look like a frail person who was terminally ill.

At this moment, Zhou Xuance had stepped out of the shadow of the dwarf pine and was walking towards the waterside pavilion. The guards and the woman from before all tactfully stepped back.

Shen Zhiyi composed herself and waited for him to approach before curtsying...

Suddenly, a group of people dressed in black darted out from not far away!

Several men, each wielding a longsword with a sharp edge, were all aimed at Zhou Xuance.

This is……

They want to assassinate the regent!

Having lived two lives, Shen Zhiyi had never encountered such a situation before. Everything happened too fast. Behind her were only a waterside pavilion and a large lotus pond. She didn't know martial arts and couldn't leap over walls. There was nowhere to escape.

"Your Highness!" Kong Qing exclaimed in horror from a short distance away.

Just as one of them was about to pierce him with his sword, he dodged to the side, the blade almost grazing his body.

The next second, he had already grabbed the assassin's wrist and squeezed it tightly with his fingers.

The assassin winced in pain, and the longsword slipped from his wrist...

The moment he caught her,

Shen Zhiyi only saw him swing his hand back, and the cold light of the long sword flashed past her eyes.

A bloodstain appeared on the assassin's neck.

He collapsed to the ground with a thud!

He moved extremely fast, and every move was aimed at killing.

Ruthless and barbaric!

Every move is deadly!

He seemed to have never intended to leave any survivors.

Within seconds, most of the dozen or so assassins had perished. Some of them noticed Shen Zhiyi and charged directly at her. Shen Zhiyi instinctively retreated and raised her arm...

Her second brother taught her how to use a hidden blade.

It's just that I haven't used it for so long, so I'm bound to be a bit rusty.

Once again, in this life-or-death moment, she breathed heavily, suppressing her panic and trembling teeth, and raised her arm to aim at the person who was charging towards her with a sword.

Zhou Xuance had already noticed the movements over there, and was inevitably distracted.

Those who dared to assassinate him must have been extraordinary individuals.

It was this moment of distraction that led to a sword slashing at his shoulder. He disregarded his own safety, only calling out to Chen Zhiyi, "Yiyi—"

With his shout, the hidden dart was already drawn—

The assassin was shot.

However, the arrow missed its vital point. The assassin, in pain, realized the importance of Shen Zhiyi and drew his sword again to slash at her.

Shen Zhi hurriedly took two steps back. Just as the assassin's sword was about to reach her, she only saw a long sword pierce through his heart. The moment the sword was pulled out, the assassin fell to the ground, and the person in front of her...

It's Zhou Xuanze!

The clothes and mask were covered in blood.

Kong Qing and the other guards have also joined the battle.

The assassins were all killed.

Shen Zhiyi watched as the assassins' bodies were carried away one after another, with blood still remaining on the ground, and the air thick with the smell of blood.

She had never experienced anything like this before. When she came to her senses, she felt as if all her strength had been drained away, and her legs felt weak. But the sound of "Yi Yi" seemed to linger in her ears, still echoing.

That sound...

She knows it all too well.

As her chest heaved violently, she stared fixedly at the person in front of her.

Having survived the assassination attempt, her breathing was still rapid, her heart pounding, and her mind filled with thoughts of:

It couldn't be him!

With the assassins eliminated, the rest of the group retreated again, leaving only the two of them on the waterside pavilion. Shen Zhiyi watched as he slowly removed his mask.

Holding a blood-stained blade, exuding a murderous aura.

Yet beneath the mask, that face was pristine and pure, like snow.

So gentle and graceful, even under the moonlight…

It carries a hint of divine light.

But blood was still slowly rolling down the longsword he held.