With a loud clang, the sword that Liang Zhiyun had pierced Lu Yuyan's chest was cleaved away by Wu Chuan's flying sword.
Liang Zhiyun took several steps back and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
Wu Chuan was a valiant general under Zhu Yu. It was said that, apart from Feng Yan, Wu Chuan was the most skilled in martial arts among Zhu Yu's men.
The sword strike, imbued with his inner strength, nearly shattered his wrist.
He gave a bitter laugh, feeling utterly weak, and knelt down on one knee, baring his bloody teeth as he stared intently at Lu Xiaoyun.
The victor is king, the loser is an outlaw!
He lost!
The group of soldiers from the Five Cities Garrison he brought had long resided in the bustling capital city of Shengjing and were neglecting their training.
They had long forgotten that the Great Zhou Dynasty had only existed for a few decades.
Routine official duties consisted of maintaining order, chasing away the street vendors in Shengjing, or going to a brothel for a drink and some relaxation.
How could they possibly be a match for the well-trained secret guards of Prince An's mansion?
In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, all of the more than one hundred people were brought to their deaths.
Lu Xiaoyun held Lu Yuyan tightly, her face so dark it seemed like ink was about to drip from it. Her younger brother was protecting her with his own body!
If anything happens to Ayan, he will make Liang Zhiyun's entire family pay with their lives!
Lu Yuyan closed his eyes tightly, his hands hanging limply at his sides. Liang Zhiyun had stabbed him in the chest, and blood was seeping from his clothes and dripping onto the ground.
Wu Chuan asked Lu Xiaoyun, "Master, what should we do with these people?"
Lu Xiaoyun looked coldly at the people kneeling on the ground. They were people from the Five Cities Garrison of the capital, but instead of thinking about how to suppress bandits, they killed Zhu Yu for their own personal revenge.
Lu Xiaoyun uttered only one word: "Kill!"
That word seemed to carry a chilling, austere quality, piercing the ears of everyone present like an icy blade.
They had never seen Prince An like this before!
It seemed to be about to turn the whole world upside down.
Liang Zhiyun's pupils widened suddenly: "Zhu Yu, you dare to kill me! I am the Commander of the Five Cities Garrison, a third-rank official appointed by the imperial court, how dare you kill me!"
Lu Xiaoyun disdained to waste words with Liang Zhiyun and ordered Wu Chuan: "Leave no one alive, kill them all!"
Liang Zhiyun roared, "Zhu Yu, you dare! You dare!!"
Lu Yuyan opened his eyes, stepped out of Lu Xiaoyun's embrace, and showed no sign of having been stabbed in the chest by a sword. He patted the dust off his robe and said, "Your Highness is wise!"
Lu Xiaoyun looked at him in confusion. What was going on? What was the blood?
Lu Yuyan pulled a bag of blood from his chest: "Oh, I just made it these past two days. I thought it would be good for scaring people, so I just casually put it in my pocket. I never expected it would save my life."
Lu Xiaoyun: "..." Do you want to scare your sister to death?
Liang Zhiyun: "..." Insidious villain!
Wu Chuan: "..." Mr. Lu really knows how to play games.
Lu Xiaoyun rolled her eyes at Lu Yuyan, then walked out of the crowd with her hands behind her back. Her blood-stained robes looked more heroic and extraordinary than ever before, illuminated by the bright red torches.
The guards stood at his sides, then knelt in unison, their voices booming: "Greetings, Your Highness!"
That aura was none other than that of Prince An, the number one war god of the Great Zhou Dynasty who was renowned throughout Northern Qi!
Lu Yuyan walked up to Liang Zhiyun, who was forced to kneel on the ground by guards from the Prince An's mansion with knives: "Lord Liang, should I say you're stupid or delusional? You even dared to kill His Highness Prince An, so wouldn't it be even easier for Prince An to kill you! And you dare to say you're a third-rank commander of the Five Cities Garrison?"
Liang Zhiyun stared intently at Lu Yuyan, his piercing eyes practically bulging bloody holes in the man before him. His sword was too slow, far too slow.
He regretted it.
Lu Yuyan tossed the blood pack in his hand onto Liang Zhiyun and said indifferently, "Didn't you just say that 'His Highness Prince An and his personal guards fought to the death against thousands of bandits in order to suppress them? It's a pity that although His Highness Prince An and his guards were highly skilled in martial arts, there were simply too many bandits, and in the end, both sides died'? These words also apply to you and the brothers of the Five Cities Garrison, Lord Liang."
Liang Zhiyun could barely keep his knees up, his eyes wide with fury as he stared intently at Lu Xiaoyun's back.
Lu Yuyan walked up to Wu Chuan, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Chuan Chuan, don't just slit their throats. First, make a few cuts on their bodies from all sides, to make it look like they fought with the bandits. Don't let everyone die the same way. You understand?"
Wu Chuan nodded. He understood. When his master said to kill, he knew that his master wanted to make it look like these sons of bitches were fighting and being killed by bandits. So each of them would definitely die in a different way.
Lu Yuyan knew that his elder sister was still soft-hearted. If his elder sister had not let Wu Chuan kill them, but instead escorted them all back to Shengjing City and handed them over to the Dali Temple and the Ministry of Justice.
Murdering a prince is a crime, and their families will also be implicated, ultimately facing execution of their entire clan.
But if you die fighting bandits, that's a different story.
Wu Chuan waved his hand, and the guards from the Prince An's Mansion who were holding the crowd raised their knives and stabbed and slashed at them. The men from the Five Cities Garrison screamed, cried for their fathers and mothers, and begged for mercy.
Liang Zhiyun died the most tragically. Not only were there more than a dozen holes of various sizes piercing his body, but someone even shot him through the heart with an arrow.
Still not satisfied, Wu Chuan slashed across the neck with the sharp blade.
Liang Zhiyun's head, which rolled to the side, had its eyes wide open, as if it never imagined, even in death, that Zhu Yu would actually dare to kill them all!
Lu Yuyan walked up to Lu Xiaoyun and saw that half of the arrowhead was still sticking out: "Your Highness, your arm is injured, let me remove the arrow for you first."
Lu Xiaoyun nodded and sat down in front of a stone.
Lu Yuyan took the medicine box off his horse, came to Lu Xiaoyun, and whispered, "It hurts a little, bear with it."
Lu Xiaoyun nodded. Zhu Yu's body was probably not as sensitive to pain as she used to be because of the many injuries she had sustained.
Lu Yuyan took out the alcohol and gauze, first cut open the sleeve with scissors, then took out the tweezers that Yuan Xiu had ordered to be made. After disinfecting them, while his sister was watching Wu Chuan and the others kill people, he grabbed the arrowhead and pulled it out without hesitation. At the same time, the gauze soaked in alcohol was immediately placed on the wound.
Caught off guard, Lu Xiaoyun let out a muffled groan, her body trembled, and she saw a spray of blood mist spurt from her left arm.
Her face turned pale with pain. She looked at her younger brother and saw that Ah Yan seemed even more anxious than him. He didn't look at her but instead carefully bandaged her wound.
His voice trembled slightly as he spoke: "Thankfully, no tendons or bones were injured. Be careful not to get it wet these next few days, and I'll change your dressing every day."
Lu Xiaoyun nodded, fine beads of sweat rolling down her forehead.
After everything was done, Lu Yuyan took off his cloak and put it on Lu Xiaoyun.
Seeing his expression, Lu Xiaoyun smiled and said, "I'm fine, don't worry."
Lu Yuyan remained silent, only nodding.
He really thought he and his sister were going to die in ancient times.
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