The large amount of horse blood that had seeped into the carriage floor caused Yu Ying to feel nauseous from the strong smell of blood.

But she dared not move.

A large group of black-clad assassins rushed down from the mountains and were now engaged in a fierce battle with the men brought by the Ninth Prince.

Although Yu Ying usually prides herself on her intelligence and patience, she is ultimately just a sheltered young woman.

Hearing the dying screams outside and smelling the stench of blood, her reason and restraint vanished.

She huddled under the carriage, trembling with fear, and covered her mouth tightly, afraid that her screams would escape and bring her death.

Meanwhile, Ji Fengyao, who was on the carriage, was extremely excited by the sounds of fighting outside. She was itching to rush out and have a good fight.

"No, I can't stand it anymore, I have to go out and fight!" Ji Fengyao rolled up her sleeves and was about to rush out.

"Your Highness, their weapons are all poisoned!" Shang Xiye quickly pulled her back.

Those masked men in black outside were clearly highly trained, not ordinary assassins; even someone as fierce as Xique needed Wuhen's covert protection, so how could he feel at ease letting her go out with him due to his disability?

"Hahaha, using poison? I'm the ancestor of poison!" Ji Fengyao waved her small hand boldly: "Your Highness, you wait and see me take them all down with a single packet of poison!"

Shang Xiye rubbed his forehead. It seemed that Wu Zhong's previous information was correct; his little wife did indeed get excited whenever there was a fight.

The reason I wasn't excited before was probably because my martial arts skills hadn't recovered.

"But I don't know how to use poison. If the princess leaves, who will protect me?" Shang Xiye had no choice but to use his trump card and act cute in a low voice.

Ji Fengyao blinked, looked at the chaotic scene outside, and then at Shang Xiye, who was unable to walk properly.

Indeed, weren't those two the primary targets of these assassinations?

If she went out and left him alone in the carriage, it would indeed be quite disloyal of her.

"Alright then, Your Highness, let's fight again once you've recovered from your injuries," Ji Fengyao said reluctantly, putting down the sleeves she had just rolled up.

Seeing that she was a little disappointed, Shang Xiye still pulled her back and held her in his arms, gently promising, "Once I recover from my injuries, I will take the princess to a real battlefield to fight. At that time, the princess can just go all out and fight however she wants."

"real?"

"Um."

"But haven't you always been most averse to bringing women to the battlefield?"

"That's someone else. My women are naturally free of any taboos."

Holy crap, she's my woman!

Ji Fengyao nestled in Shang Xiye's arms, her cute little face pressed against his heart, almost melting on the spot.

She repeatedly told herself: Calm down, Yun Yao, you must calm down.

You mustn't be a beast, or you'll be expelled from the sect!

The little thing was unusually docile, and Shang Xiye originally wanted to bend down and kiss her, but a sharp sword pierced in from outside the carriage curtain, completely ruining the moment.

He flicked his fingers lightly, and a silver thread shot out from his sleeve, striking the tip of the sword.

The assassin was instantly sent flying, sword and all.

Although he had little spiritual power left due to his injuries and poisoning, he was still far superior to these ordinary mortals.

The man who was sent flying was shocked: Ninth Prince is indeed the God of War, so strong!

He decisively lit the hidden arrow to call for help.

As that dazzling point of light rose into the sky, all the men in black who were fighting hard perked up: their reinforcements were coming. As long as they could hold out until the end, they would live and be rewarded for their service!