"Thank you. It was my carelessness; I forgot about it." Su Wenyuan felt guilty.
For many years, no one has burned paper money or offered incense to the people of the Marquis of Anle's mansion.
She had actually forgotten about it, but luckily someone remembered, and Nian Huaizhong reminded her.
Sheng Jingyu couldn't quite put her finger on what was strange, but Nian Huaizhong had indeed only gone to burn some paper money and hadn't done anything else.
Su Wenyuan added, "It's so lively here, but the Marquis of Anle's residence is desolate. Let's go burn some paper money too."
Tomorrow she still has to go with Sheng Jingyu to pay respects to their ancestors, so let her go offer incense to Marquis Anle and the others today.
The maids and servants in the mansion had mostly drunk their fill, and most of the guards in Ling'an Pavilion had also been drinking.
It's just a short distance, no need to bring so many people.
To Sheng Jingyu's surprise, an unexpected incident occurred on New Year's Eve.
Inside the carriage, Sheng Jingyu remained silent, leaning against the side with a resentful expression, like a wronged young wife.
Su Wenyuan smiled broadly, trying to ease the tension, but Sheng Jingyu ignored her.
"Are you really angry?" Su Wenyuan peeked over, looking rather smug.
Sheng Jingyu stubbornly replied, "No, there's nothing to be angry about. I'm actually happy that I can't give it away."
It doesn't sound like she's not alive at all.
Su Wenyuan laughed and said, "I just wanted to leave you some of your family fortune! If you give it all to me, how shabby will you, as a prince, look?"
"Then thank you."
Su Wenyuan readily accepted, saying, "You're welcome."
"..." Sheng Jingyu rolled her eyes, thinking that she couldn't tell the difference between good and bad words.
Upon arriving at the Marquis of Anle's residence, incense burners and gold ingots had already been prepared.
Su Wenyuan found a corner and began burning paper money while muttering to herself.
Meanwhile, the group of assassins from the Duke of Wan's mansion were quietly approaching.
In the middle of the night, in such a remote place as the Marquis of Anle's residence, with Sheng Jingyu not having many people with him, it was the perfect opportunity.
Upon hearing this news, the Duke of Wanguo ordered his men to prepare immediately and gave them a strict command: Sheng Jingyu must not be allowed to live under any circumstances, and if possible, Su Wenyuan should be killed as well.
Su Wenyuan had no power or influence, but she was overly attached to the past.
Even if Sheng Jingyu dies, she will find other ways to investigate. The simplest way is to make them all die here.
A large pile of yellow paper ingots was prepared, which could not be burned in half a day. Su Wenyuan was not in a hurry. There were many people in the Marquis of Anle’s mansion, so it was good to burn more.
Sheng Jingyu vaguely sensed danger. He felt that there were many people around him and that killing intent filled the air.
"Go and investigate," Sheng Jingyu instructed in a low voice, without disturbing Su Wenyuan.
He was probably just imagining things. After all, it was already past midnight, and it was New Year's Eve. There were fireworks and firecrackers going off outside. Surely no one would cause trouble at this hour?
After a while, when the people he sent to investigate did not return, Sheng Jingyu ripped off the white veil in front of him, grabbed Su Wenyuan's arm, and turned to walk out of the mansion.
"Something happened?" Su Wenyuan saw his solemn expression, and there seemed to be an unprecedented sense of tension on his face.
Sheng Jingyu nodded and quickly said, "I'm not sure how many people there are, but they definitely don't want anything bad to come. We should run if we can get the chance."
He knew very well how capable his men were, but when they went out to investigate, there was no news or even a hint. It was either that the other side was highly skilled in martial arts or that they outnumbered him.
The others also realized the problem and moved closer to the two of them.
Sheng Jingyu added, "If we really can't escape, let's die together."
Su Wenyuan really liked Sheng Jingyu's attitude of "if things really get bad, I'll just die."
He definitely wanted to live, but at this point he had no choice.
He didn't know how many people the other side had, and he dared not send anyone to the Prince Chen's residence to deliver the message, fearing that the message would not get through and the number of people would dwindle.
Not far outside, a strong smell of blood reached her, causing Su Wenyuan to frown.
"How could there be such a strong smell of blood if only one person was sent out?" Sheng Jingyu couldn't figure it out.
As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen figures appeared from all directions, moving in unison and quickly approaching them. In the blink of an eye, they were already in front of them.
Without further ado, he thrust his sword directly at Sheng Jingyu.
Sheng Jingyu pulled Su Wenyuan back to avoid them, and more than a dozen guards surrounded them to protect them and prevent the assassins from getting close.
Su Wenyuan was helpless; she was like a puppet, dodging whichever way Sheng Jingyu pulled her.
Swords and knives cut through flesh and pierced the body, blood gushing everywhere, and Su Wenyuan felt that her body was also splattered with blood.
By the moonlight, she saw several corpses.
In his other hand, Sheng Jingyu had somehow acquired a sword, and he used it to protect Su Wenyuan as she walked towards a more crowded area.
Returning to Prince Chen's residence is too far; we'll just go to a place with lots of people.
"hiss……"
Hearing Sheng Jingyu inhale, Su Wenyuan guessed that he was injured.
The number of people in Prince Chen's mansion is decreasing, but the number of people on the other side is increasing, as if they can't be killed off.
During her escape, Su Wenyuan also saw many unfamiliar corpses.
Not belonging to either of them, this should be the source of the initial bloody smell.
With only a few guards left, Sheng Jingyu was under even more pressure. Unable to attend to Su Wenyuan for a while, Su Wenyuan also got a cut on her arm.
If she hadn't reacted quickly and blocked it with her arm, the sword would have landed on her neck.
Su Wenyuan forced herself not to make a sound, afraid of distracting Sheng Jingyu.
Several guards were on the verge of collapse. They made a decision together and launched a frenzied counterattack, blocking all the assassins chasing them and desperately trying to buy time.
Their delay gave the two some time to escape. During their escape, Su Wenyuan glanced back.
Instead of seeing anyone from Prince Chen's residence, they spotted a large number of assassins chasing after them.
Just when Su Wenyuan thought she couldn't escape, Ye Shan arrived in a hurry with his men.
Those reckless assassins caught up with them.
Sheng Jingyu shielded Su Wenyuan behind him, his long sword flashing incessantly, his movements clean and swift, each strike brimming with killing intent.
His back was soaked with blood, and Sheng Jingyu was only able to catch his breath when Ye Shan and the others caught up with him.
"Save them if you can, otherwise kill them all!" Sheng Jingyu's voice was filled with obvious anger.
After giving his instructions, he wanted to turn around and comfort Su Wenyuan, but he couldn't stand up and almost fell to the ground. It was Su Wenyuan who caught him.
"Ye Shan! Send someone to escort the Prince back to his residence first!" Su Wenyuan shouted anxiously.
The Mansion of the Duke of All Nations
The Duke of Wanguo waited anxiously for news; he had been gone for so long, it was time for him to return.
With no one returning for a long time, the Duke of Wanguo had a bad feeling.
He quickly ordered someone to go to the Marquis of Anle's residence to investigate the results.
By this point, he had already guessed that he had failed, but he still couldn't believe it. Sheng Jingyu hadn't brought many people, so how could he have failed?
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