At the beginning of Hai hour,
This time isn't too late for the bustling capital; there's no curfew, and people are out having fun every day.
The sounds of singing, dancing, eating, drinking, and having fun could be clearly heard even when passing through some nearby areas; it was very lively.
At the corner of the alley,
Inside the smoothly moving carriage, Shang Changge rested his chin on his hand, dozing off.
Suddenly hearing something, he sat up straight, his mind clearing, and reached for a hidden compartment.
"It should be placed here... Why add so many fancy decorations? But it's very sharp, not bad."
"Knock knock".
Hearing Shang Changge's mutterings to herself, Qingyao gently knocked on the carriage wall, never forgetting to care for her mistress: "What's wrong, Princess?"
Shang Changge lifted the curtain and excitedly waved the dagger in his hand at Qingyao, reminding her:
"An assassin is coming at us! Draw your sword!"
Awaken, it's time to hunt!
In the apocalypse, she never missed a day of killing zombies, so she really wasn't used to having so much free time after transmigrating into the book.
"What?"
No sooner had Qingyao finished speaking than a sharp arrow, gleaming with a cold light, shot straight down from above.
Qingyao was shocked and quickly drew her sword to block, but her opponent was clearly prepared.
A dozen more arrows flew in quick succession, and the horse, struck by them, neighed in pain in the dark night.
The carriage, riddled with holes, began to sway violently from side to side, and the frightened and injured horses charged forward uncontrollably.
"Whoa—whoa—whoa!!"
The coachman tried to stop the horse by pulling on the reins, but to no avail. He had no choice but to cut the reins with his sword to bring the carriage to a stop.
A murderous intent arose, and the sounds of swords clashing filled the air.
The coachman was fairly skilled in martial arts, able to fight two opponents at once, but he couldn't withstand the overwhelming force and numbers of his adversaries and was quickly entangled.
The black-clad man, who seemed to be the leader of the assassins, rudely lifted the carriage curtain and thrust his long sword, which gleamed coldly in the night, down fiercely.
"Sizzle—!"
It was the sound of flesh being pierced.
The assassin leader looked down, staring in disbelief at his chest, pierced by a dagger.
"No, that's impossible."
How could a pampered princess who never lifts a finger possibly have such strength?
The way he acted was so ruthless and decisive, even more so than someone like him who constantly walks on the edge of life and death.
Shang Changge strained, plunging the dagger two more inches into the flesh before violently pulling it out.
He smiled with satisfaction as he watched the assassin's black clothes instantly soaked and stained red with blood, his voice still carrying that piercingly nonchalant air.
"Nothing is impossible; this is what I'm good at."
It is me, not the Empress.
He casually tossed aside the dagger while snatching the assassin's longsword; once the assassin was no longer of any use, he kicked him off the carriage without hesitation.
Shang Changge stepped out of the carriage smoothly and quickly surveyed her surroundings.
These people probably never imagined that the assassin who rushed in to kill her would fail, so the area around the carriage was empty.
On the contrary, Qingyao and her group were forced to retreat from the carriage after being entangled in the fight, and at this moment the two groups were fighting fiercely.
"Being a princess is really not easy, especially a princess whose character is short-lived and vicious."
Under the bright moonlight,
As Shang Changge spoke, he drew his longsword and charged into the battle. During the brief moment he charged,
She even took a moment to think about how to formulate a training plan for the princess's guards when she got back, since Qingyao and the others weren't very strong.
The streets and alleys of the capital
Whether it's day or night, soldiers patrol every so often.
Such patrols are especially frequent in areas with many high-ranking officials and dignitaries.
But this time, it's unclear whether the assassin cleverly avoided the soldiers' patrol time.
Or for some other reason, the patrolling officers and soldiers were slow to appear.
The soldiers didn't appear, but Xiao Ji did.
When Xiao Ji appeared, the battle was already over. Shang Changge was interrogating the man in black while sitting beside the carriage riddled with bullet holes.
On Xiao Ji's side, there was still one coachman, one carriage, and Xiao Ji himself. The two groups stared at each other in the darkness.
"Hi."
Shang Changge, a woman with impure motives and somewhat cynical traits, raised a paw and waved it at Xiao Ji.
She greeted us with a smile, chatting casually as if nothing had happened.
"General Xiao, we meet again. What a coincidence."
...
...
Silence is the long alley tonight.
The coachman had worked under Xiao Ji for many years and, under his master's subtle influence, had become adept at concealing his emotions.
But as he watched the princess smiling and greeting their general from afar, he couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.
Over the years, he had accompanied the general to many occasions and had met the princess several times.
She seemed perfectly normal before, so why is the princess acting so strangely today?
Xiao Ji's subordinates all found Shang Changge strange, not to mention Qingyao, who had always been by Shang Changge's side.
Under the pale moonlight, Qingyao remained motionless and silent behind Shang Changge, like a guardian angel.
However, his heart was in turmoil because of the princess's swift and ruthless killing skills, and he could not calm down for a long time.
"unfortunately."
Xiao Ji alighted from the carriage at some point and walked steadily to Shang Changge, kneeling on one knee to apologize:
"I came here following the sounds of fighting. I am late. Is the princess injured anywhere?"
The word "injured" made Shang Changge's red lips curl into a smile, and she was in a very pleasant mood.
Her gaze swept over her flawless, perfectly intact wrist, and she answered with delight.
"No, I am perfectly fine."
I did suffer a minor injury, but it has healed on its own.
Although she didn't know why her superpowers, which awakened in the apocalypse after she transmigrated into a novel and changed bodies, still came along with her, she still managed to do so.
But it's still something to be happy about. I just don't know if the ability to be immune to all poisons has followed.
But it's not a big problem. Once we get back, we can find a bottle of poison, take it, and we'll know for sure.
"By the way, General, please get up."
With no outsiders present, Shang Changge simply reached out and used brute force to pull Xiao Ji up.
Immersed in the joy of regaining his superpower, his smile stretched almost to the roots of his ears.
"This matter has nothing to do with the general, so you don't need to take it to heart."
The general can pretend he didn't see it, or he can stay and watch the show.
Xiao Ji chose to stay, and what happened next opened his eyes.
They saw their eldest princess, Qingyan, of supreme and noble status, holding a dagger with a hilt inlaid with colorful gemstones.
He slapped the faces of the two surviving assassins as a threat, but when that failed...
Under the moonlight, his smile gradually turned sinister, his gaze slowly descending until it finally settled on the two assassins' genitals.
He brandished the gleaming silver dagger in his hand with a sinister grin, abandoning his previous threats and resorting to intimidation.
"So you're stubbornly loyal to your master, huh? Fine, then I'll castrate you all to vent my anger!"
A flash of silver light, and a blood-stained longsword was lodged in the groin of one of the assassins.
The entire alley fell silent as people watched in horror as the assassin wet his pants, the yellow liquid soaking through them.
"Coo coo coo—gaa gaa gaa—"
A series of owl calls suddenly came from somewhere, the unpleasant hooting instantly shattering the silence of the long alley.
Shang Changge immediately took two steps back in disgust, still holding the dagger she had pulled from the hidden compartment of the carriage.
Don't ask her why she didn't throw this dagger; the reason is that the hilt of this dagger is inlaid with colorful, sparkling gems.
It looks expensive, so we can't waste it. This era is different from the post-apocalyptic world where resources are scarce; money is still very useful.
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