"Quick, capture that wretch!" Regrettably, the six people still did not move, and Wu Wenlan flew into a rage out of humiliation, "Are you defying the orders of this princess?"
"They’re dead, calling them is useless now."
"That’s simply impossible!"
People outside the temple heard Wu Wenlan’s sharp screeching and were all shaken to the core, but since Wu Wenlan had given strict orders, they could only wait outside.
"If you don’t believe it, check their foreheads for a tiny black dot," Yang Mengchen said with an indifferent and frosty expression.
After glaring fiercely at Yang Mengchen, Wu Wenlan examined the foreheads of the six people one by one and indeed saw a pinpoint-sized black dot surrounded by purplish-black skin. She pushed the nearest person, who toppled to the ground with a loud thud, raising clouds of dust. It was clear he had been poisoned to death, and the same was true for the other five.
Wu Wenlan staggered back several steps in shock, her face pale as snow, filled with terror and panic. She then glared furiously at Yang Mengchen and questioned through clenched teeth, "Do you know martial arts?"
What frightened her even more was that no more than a stick of incense had passed since she and the assassins entered, and yet she had no clue when this wretch had killed the six assassins. If... she might have met the same fate as them, the thought was simply too terrifying!
Raising an eyebrow, Yang Mengchen’s lips slightly pursed, her pitch-black pupils as unfathomable as the ocean depths.
Seeing the mockery in Yang Mengchen’s eyes infuriated Wu Wenlan to the point where smoke seemed to rise from her seven orifices. She loudly ordered the twenty assassins to enter, "Chop off this wretch’s hands for this princess!"
The assassins showed a hint of hesitation; their mission was to assassinate the Eldest Prince, and considering Princess Chen’s powerful background, their master could not afford to provoke her (little did they know that by taking Princess Chen hostage, they were doomed, including their master). They did not spare a single glance at their fallen comrades from start to finish.
"What? Do you wish to defy the orders of this princess?" Wu Wenlan raged and bellowed.
The crowd no longer hesitated and rushed toward Yang Mengchen from three sides, the knives and swords in their hands gleaming with a deadly, bone-chilling cold light aimed at Yang Mengchen’s hands.
Sitting quietly on a stone stool, Yang Mengchen remained calm and composed, as if oblivious to the looming danger, just like a leisurely stroll in the tranquil woods.
The calmer and more serene Yang Mengchen appeared, the more malice and jealousy Wu Wenlan felt, along with an inexplicable fear. However, the thought that this wretch would soon be kowtowing and begging for mercy quickly colored her ghastly and twisted pale face with an abnormal flush, her eyes alight with excited red gleam.
Even if the wretch knew martial arts, how could she possibly withstand the onslaught of twenty highly skilled assassins? Wu Wenlan anticipated the pleasure of torturing this wretch soon!
Yang Mengchen remained tranquil, her profound eyes faintly observing Wu Wenlan, lips curling in a smile that was not quite a smile.
For some reason, a sense of uncontrollable panic surged in Wu Wenlan’s heart. Before she could ponder further, a breeze brushed by, and a beautiful woman already stood beside Yang Mengchen—it was Hai Tang, the maid of the wretch.
At the moment, Hai Tang’s right hand held a longsword angled down, radiating a terrifyingly fierce cold light. Drops of fresh blood dripped slowly onto the ground, creating a piercing ring of blood blossoms. The twenty assassins lay successively on the ground, each with a fine sword mark at the neck, blood slowly oozing out, their eyes wide and filled with shock and disbelief, a look of death without closure.
"Princess, everyone outside has been dealt with," Hai Tang said, her cold tone void of any emotion.
Yang Mengchen smiled, her demeanor tranquil and carefree like moonlight on water, "Thank you for your hard work." freewebnøvel.coɱ
"It is my duty," Hai Tang replied respectfully.
Watching the two act as if nothing concerned them, Wu Wenlan was a mix of rage and hate, but more than anything, she was gripped by fear and horror, her face deathly white.
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