In the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, all of the dozen or so people had collapsed to the ground. Did you think that was the end of it? No!

Jun Wuji moved with lightning speed, leaving no survivors in his wake. In a short while, very few of the men in black remained alive.

The remaining men in black, seeing that things were going badly, tried to escape, but it was too late. The hilts of their swords swept across them, and they all fell to the ground, dying with their eyes wide open.

Jun Wuji's black clothes were now stained with large patches of red.

Qingfeng and the others had followed Jun Wuji in and out of battle for many years, and were already used to it.

Without Jun Wuji's orders, they began to efficiently clean up the corpses.

Although Lin Lei had heard of Jun Wuji's reputation, he was still shocked by what he had just witnessed, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

He hadn't expected Prince Ji's martial arts skills to have reached such a level. As a martial artist himself, he admired Prince Ji from the bottom of his heart.

But thinking about his own position, he felt worried for His Highness the Crown Prince.

Di Beiyao was stunned by Jun Wuji's actions. She thought her skills were quite good, but Jun Wuji's skills were surprisingly good.

Jun Wuji stared at Di Beiyao, his tall frame motionless, which puzzled Di Beiyao.

Judging from the past few days, Jun Wuji should be here to check on her by now. Why is she not moving at all? Is she injured?

The thought of this possibility darkened Di Beiyao's eyes, and a hint of worry, which she herself had not noticed, arose in her heart.

She rushed to Jun Wuji's side and asked, "What happened? Are you hurt somewhere?"

Before Jun Wuji could answer, they had already thoroughly examined him from head to toe.

Relieved to find no wounds, she looked up and saw Jun Wuji staring intently at her.

His eyes held an emotion she had never seen before. "What's wrong with you?"

Jun Wuji stared into her eyes, his tone extremely serious, "Yao'er, aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?" Di Beiyao asked, puzzled.

"Weren't you afraid of the way I looked just now, Yao'er? Don't you think I'm a ruthless killer?"

His tone was serious, and if you listened carefully, you could detect a hint of caution.

Di Beiyao's heart clenched painfully.

Actually, Jun Wuji must be feeling bad inside too.

He fought desperately to protect his country's people on the battlefield, but in the end, the people called him Yama, fearing and dreading him.

She raised her hand to wipe the blood splattered on his face from the recent fight, met his dark eyes, and spoke in a gentle yet firm tone.

"Don't be afraid. You did it to protect us. You did nothing wrong. Don't blame yourself. You did nothing wrong, okay?"

"Ding!" Jun Wuji's sword fell to the ground.

Her strong, powerful hands held Di Beiyao tightly, her entire head buried in Di Beiyao's neck.

Di Beiyao clearly felt Jun Wuji's tall body trembling slightly, and felt a warmth on his neck.

She was stunned. Jun Wuji, who was always as cold as ice and seemed to have no emotions, was actually crying at this moment.

He sighed inwardly. This guy probably also hoped that someone could understand him.

She reached out and hugged him back, gently stroking Jun Wuji's back again and again to comfort him.

She understood the feeling of being misunderstood and rejected by the whole world, so she understood Jun Wuji's feelings better than anyone else.

She felt more sorry for this seemingly cold man than anyone else.

Although Qingfeng was busy on the side, he was also paying attention to their movements.

At first, they were afraid the assassin would come again, but then they overheard this conversation between the two.

Her eyes welled up with tears, and she quickly turned her head away, wiping them with her hand.

When he was fifteen, the Empress made him stay by the Emperor's side. At that time, the Emperor was only eight years old, an innocent and adorable age.

After the Empress passed away, the Emperor grew more and more taciturn and cold each day.

But he watched the Lord grow up, how could he not understand the Lord?

But he was a grown man, not good with words, and simply couldn't do it.

Now, finally someone understands the Lord, and finally someone can enter the Lord's heart.

He saw the older little boy finally able to smile again.

Your Majesty, did you see that? You can rest assured now.