As soon as he finished speaking, several figures in black swarmed towards Nan Rong Jinghua. The dark clouds gradually shifted.
The moon, which had just emerged, was once again obscured from view. The bright moonlight faded, and the night grew thicker and darker.
Si Beitaohua, holding a peach-colored umbrella, stood under the night sky, admiring the scene of swords flashing and shadows dancing in the moonlight.
But all he saw were subordinates falling to the ground, while the silver-clad figure was surrounded.
He held a long sword, yet he was completely alone and showed no signs of distress. Even his silver-white robe, which resembled the cold moonlight, was untouched by any mess or bloodstains.
He underestimated this stunning young man.
With a light touch of her toes, Tao-pink's figure flashed and she had already leaped to the front of the carriage. Before she could even reach out and lift the carriage curtain,
A night breeze stirred, and a silver-white figure appeared, sword in hand, blocking her path. Si Beitao's eyes narrowed.
He twirled the peach-shaped umbrella in his hand, and sharp blades, gleaming with a cold light, suddenly appeared on it, heading straight for Nan Rong Jinghua's lifeline. He had injured so many people; he deserved to pay a price.
"Cheng!"
The sound of clashing weapons was particularly jarring under the cover of night.
Si Beitao thought that even if this teenager was very powerful, he was nothing special. However, this exchange greatly surprised Si Beitao.
With a flick of her longsword, Nan Rong Jinghua sent Si Bei Tao Hua flying three meters away from the carriage. The boy was only fifteen years old.
At that moment, the evening breeze stirred the young man's silver-white robes, making him stand alone under the moonlight like a guardian deity, holding a long sword, unmoving.
"withdraw."
He was careless.
The men in black wanted to go forward, but were stopped by Si Beitao's soft, effeminate command. In the blink of an eye, the men in black who had been surrounding the carriage disappeared.
Under the thick darkness of night, the surroundings were eerily quiet. A cool evening breeze stirred the long, silvery-white silk ribbon draped over the face of the goddess Nanrong Jinghua.
With a slight lift of her embroidered robe, the corpses and wounds scattered on the ground vanished, leaving only an empty road and the cold moonlight.
She stepped forward, turned, and entered the carriage. Behind the silvery-white screen, the little girl clutched her soft bedding, her rosy cheeks...
Her little mouth was slightly open; she was sleeping soundly, as if dreaming of something delicious.
The little girl gently smacked her lips, tightened her grip on her blanket, and murmured in her sleep.
"Aww~ Big chicken leg~"
Nan Rongjinghua's thin lips unconsciously curved into a slight smile as he raised his hand and gently picked up the little girl.
He covered the little girl with the bedding before stepping out of the carriage. The evening breeze was still a bit chilly.
On Helian Si's rosy cheeks, a pair of delicate brows furrowed slightly.
The little body snuggled into Nan Rong Jinghua's arms, and after a while, the little brows relaxed, and she fell into a deep sleep again.
Nan Rong Jinghua had gentle features, and with her long, slender, jade-like fingers, she lightly pulled the blanket up to keep the young girl from being exposed to the evening breeze.
Then he turned around, his gaze, hidden beneath the long silk, fell upon the horse, and before he looked away, he had already turned and embraced the little girl in his arms, leaping away and disappearing into the night.
Not long after Nanrong Jinghua left with the little girl, the horse pulling the carriage...
It kicked its horse's hoof once, and as if it had come to life, turned around and headed back towards the Prime Minister's residence where it had come from.
So much so that when the two guards on night duty at the Prime Minister's residence saw the carriage returning on its own, with no one chasing it,
They looked at each other, rubbed their eyes, and finally, after confirming that what was in front of them was real, they muttered "An old horse knows the way" and silently prayed for Buddha's protection and that ghosts and monsters would not possess them.
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