Chapter 20: The Assassin is Offline
Ling Wei's lips moved slightly, and she uttered a sentence that forced the knife to stop: "If I die, Du Qianqian will not live either."
Mu Han's pupils contracted.
He looked in Du Qianqian's direction.
Ling Wei seemed to know what he was thinking: "I can help you leave alive."
Mu Han used one hand to knock out the noisy Xiao Jin, and the other hand to hold Ling Wei, keeping his long sword close to her neck. As he pulled back, he asked her in a low voice, "Why should I believe you?"
Ling Wei rolled her eyes. "You think you can live like this?"
How can you be a dog if you're dead? A dead dog, right?
But she also wanted to live.
Therefore, instead of provoking the person, I quickly helped him understand the current situation.
"Without me, you will surely die if you take the Fourth Prince hostage."
Reinforcements are arriving soon. Do you think your employer's men might infiltrate them and riddle you and his good brother with bullets?
Although I don't know why you accepted this mission, I've only recognized you now. Once you die and your true face is revealed, others will recognize you even more.
By then, Du Qianqian, who is connected to you, will truly be doomed.
Because of the trouble they caused a while ago, the second and third princes were already at each other's throats, but unexpectedly, the fourth prince was the first to be targeted.
Someone is definitely trying to frame the other party; it's just a matter of who's more skilled. Mu Han has clearly figured it out as well.
He requested a carriage and promised to drop off the fourth prince when they arrived at their destination.
Empress Xie was completely flustered and agreed to everything he said.
Ling Wei was forced to drive the carriage at knifepoint, and before leaving, she mouthed something to Shen Qinglan.
Shen Qinglan understood and immediately led her men onto their horses, following behind at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.
The carriage sped along the rugged mountain road. Ling Wei endured the pain in her arm and the jolting, glancing at Mu Han driving the carriage outside the carriage.
Ling Wei was supposed to be driving, but she really couldn't drive and almost drove into a ditch.
He was hastily bandaging several deep wounds on his body, the blood soaking through his black clothes, but his hand holding the sword remained as steady as a rock, alert to any movement inside the car.
Ling Wei sat quietly to one side, next to the unconscious Fourth Prince.
"You're badly injured, do you want me to bandage you?" Ling Wei asked tentatively.
Mu Han didn't turn his head, his voice icy: "Shut up. Move again, and you're dead."
Well, it turns out the Virgin Mary approach didn't work on him.
Ling Wei continued to try.
She suddenly exclaimed "Ah!" completely ignoring the icy glare Mu Han was giving her, and feigned a look of utter shock: "The Fourth Prince... he's not dead, is he?"
Immediately afterward, as if terrified by her own terrible thought, she abruptly covered her mouth, her eyes widened, and her voice trembled with tears: "It's all over! If anything really happens to him, we're all doomed!"
The phrase "we" makes it seem as if they've become accomplices.
Tears streamed down her face, her eyes were red, and she sobbed twice, as if she had been quite frightened.
Mu Han's tone was stiff, but his expression seemed to have softened somewhat: "I didn't use any force, he just fainted from fright."
It's very convincing, after all, the crotch was damp and the smell was wafting out.
But Ling Wei still looked worried as she approached the Fourth Prince.
She secretly pinched his philtrum, but softly called out, "Your Highness? Fourth Prince?"
Xiao Jing was jolted awake by the pain and burst into tears as soon as he opened his eyes.
Ling Wei took the opportunity to pull him into her arms and comfort him.
"It's alright, Your Highness. You'll be fine. This man will let us down in a bit."
Mu Han remained silent, seemingly acquiescing.
The sound of the pursuers' hooves seemed to have faded into the distance, and Mu Han's tense nerves relaxed slightly. He leaned against the carriage shaft, panting, feeling dizzy from excessive blood loss.
He won't let Ling Wei go.
She embarrassed Qianqian, and knowing the relationship between Qianqian and her, letting her go back would definitely be a threat.
But she's quite clever, and we can use her to escape our pursuers.
Wait until it's safe before killing...
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed his brow.
If they don't kill her, they can bring her back to the organization. She's quite clever, and it's making the best use of her...
Ling Wei was unaware of his plans; she kept her eyes glued to the window.
At this moment, Mu Han suddenly spoke up: "He can leave later, but you can't."
Ling Wei feigned ignorance: "If the Fourth Prince doesn't leave, I won't leave either."
The fourth prince, nestled in her arms, was deeply moved: "Sister!"
Mu Han: ......
I'm talking about you.
Ling Wei was surprised for a moment, but then forced a smile: "...As long as the Fourth Prince is safe, that's all that matters."
The fourth prince remained moved, saying, "Sister is right."
Ling Wei: "......"
She pinched the little brat's arm hard on the inside.
The fourth prince, like a frightened bird, didn't see Ling Wei's subtle movements. He only felt a sudden, sharp pain and began to wail again.
The heart-wrenching cries irritated Mu Han, causing veins to throb on his forehead. He whirled around, glaring at Xiao Jin with a murderous look: "Stop crying!"
Instead of falling silent, the fourth prince howled even louder.
Mu Han's words must have given him confidence, knowing he wouldn't die. In Ling Wei's warm embrace, he cried even harder.
Seeing Mu Han's increasingly impatient gaze, Ling Wei said, "Let me coax him."
But the brat was clearly no longer buying it. He waved his arms and struggled, slapping the hairpin that held her hair back. Her long black hair cascaded down, covering half of her face, making her look somewhat disheveled.
Ling Wei pursed her lips, looking rather helpless.
Mu Han suddenly leaned into the carriage, his long sword flashing as it pointed directly at Xiao Jin's throat: "I'll make you shut up—!"
Right now.
Taking advantage of the moment when Mu Han was distracted by Xiao Jin, Ling Wei picked up the hairpin that had been knocked off and, with all her might, stabbed it into the back of Mu Han's hand, which was reaching into the carriage.
Fearing it wouldn't work, he stirred it even harder.
The intense pain caused the longsword to slip for a moment, but Ling Wei seized the opportunity to snatch it and grip it tightly.
Knowing that even without a sword, Mu Han could crush them as easily as crushing chicks, Ling Wei scooped up the terrified Fourth Prince and was about to jump out of the carriage.
Suddenly, a tearing pain shot through her scalp, and Ling Wei felt as if she was being pulled back.
"You..." Mu Han's gaze was like that of someone who wanted to devour someone.
Without the slightest hesitation or even turning around, Ling Wei gripped the long sword tightly in her right hand, then swung it upwards and slashed fiercely at the hair tie that had been grabbed.
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The sharp blade sliced through the hair with a soft sound; three thousand strands of black hair were severed in response.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Sunlight streamed through the speeding car window, illuminating the flying, severed hair, like black butterfly wings breaking free from their restraints, fluttering and slipping through Mu Han's blood-stained fingers.
Mu Han stared blankly at the large handful of soft yet cold broken hair in his hand, then looked at that resolute figure.
Warm blood from his wrist splattered on the girl's face, and her messy short hair danced wildly in the wind, unable to conceal her strikingly bright eyes.
Without hesitation, without even glancing at Mu Han, her brows relaxed, and she leaped out of the car, calling out to someone:
"Qinglan—"
The sound of galloping hooves came rapidly, and a hand reached out, lifting the girl who was about to fall to the ground and gently placing her back on the horse's back.
Mu Han then realized that, without them noticing, the woman who had been following them from a distance had appeared in front of them.
They should take a detour and speed up to block them from the front.
The moment the girl left the carriage, three arrows shot towards Mu Han. His body was already somewhat sluggish due to massive blood loss. He dodged the first two arrows, but could not avoid the third arrow that pierced his shoulder.
The horses neighed, carrying two figures, and passed by the speeding carriage, galloping without stopping towards safety.
Ahead, the Imperial Guards stood ready.
The young general, sitting upright on his horse with a cold and stern face like a demon, slowly lowered his bow.
Xie Zhuo sheathed his bow and drew his sword, giving the order:
"Take them alive!"
The power was rapidly dissipating, and Mu Han leaned against the carriage shaft, his vision beginning to blur.
At the last moment, Du Qianqian's words suddenly came to mind: "...those young ladies scream for ages when they see a cockroach, they're timid, and they love to use rules to intimidate people, they're utterly boring."
Timid? Boring?
He gave a bitter laugh. "Qianqian...you're wrong...completely wrong..."
He slowly took something out of his pocket.
The assassin who took the fourth prince hostage died by self-immolation at the last moment, his remains unrecognizable.
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