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San Chun was momentarily stunned, then realized that something was seriously wrong; someone was likely going to attack her. What hurt her the most was that it was Zhong Yi who had personally delivered her into their hands.
Sure enough, a whistle sounded, and suddenly a dozen people surrounded the carriage, all dressed in black and masked, rushing towards the carriage without a word.
San Chun grasped her long sword tightly. Fortunately, she had been cautious when she left and had brought the sword with her. She seized the opportunity and leaped out of the carriage. Just as she emerged, there was a loud crash—the carriage had already collapsed. If she had hesitated for even a moment, she would have met the same fate as the carriage.
There were a total of sixteen people outside, each wielding a gleaming Iron Sword. From their fierce and agile attack on the carriage just now, these individuals clearly did not seem like mere servants.
She coldly asked, “Who sent you?”
One of the masked men snorted, “Naturally, there are those who want your life.”
The group exchanged glances and surrounded her in two circles—some advanced to attack while others prevented her from escaping. Everything proceeded so orderly, as if it had been rehearsed beforehand.
The surroundings were eerily quiet; apart from them, there was no one else around. Even if there were others nearby, who would dare approach given the tense atmosphere? San Chun knew this would be a tough battle. Since her rebirth, she hadn’t used her sword in quite some time. Today, she would unleash a killing spree and see if her swordsmanship had deteriorated.
Before they could attack, she swung her sword first at a slightly taller man in black. It seemed they had all been watching his signals; he must be their leader. However, he was quite skilled—her strike missed as he sidestepped, and three to five black-clad individuals lunged at her from behind. There were five on her left and six on her right; she was surrounded on all sides and found herself in a deadly sword formation, at risk of being pierced by countless blades at any moment.
Gritting her teeth, she turned the tip of her sword and struck one of the black-clad men in the shoulder. Leaping up, her feet landed perfectly on the tip of an Iron Sword. Using it for leverage, she propelled herself high into the air, aiming to leap over their heads and escape westward.
But being mid-air made her less agile. Just then, a whip suddenly wrapped around her ankle; she tried to change her position but it was too late. Her body was yanked far away and crashed to the ground.
Her upper body hit first, causing pain in her shoulder, and the sword fell from her hand. For a moment, she couldn’t get back up.
She sighed deeply; it seemed this body’s agility wasn’t what it used to be. Living in luxury and indulging in a life of ease had spoiled her; otherwise, how could she have been so easily ensnared by that whip?
Two black-clad men lifted her up from either side. One of them said to the tall man, “Leader, this woman is quite beautiful; wouldn’t it be a pity for her to die like this?”
"What's the use of lamenting? Every year, many beautiful women die innocently in the palace."
San Chun was startled. Could these people be sent from the palace? No wonder their skills were so good. But which country's royal palace would want her life? From their tone, they sounded like standard Handan accents.
The tall man in black suddenly turned his sword, aiming the tip directly at San Chun, ready to stab her and create a bloody hole. Just then, a thunderous sound of hooves echoed, as if thousands of troops were charging this way. The group paused for a moment, instinctively looking westward.
As they got closer, it became clear that it was not thousands of troops but just over a hundred people on horseback, each horse equipped with iron hooves, creating such a grand sound.
In the Seven Kingdoms, who else could have such an imposing cavalry besides Chengyang Jun?
Zhong Xue rode on his horse, looking down with a cold gaze that sent chills down people's spines.
He sneered coldly, "The people from Zhao Palace really have guts to kill someone on Main Street?"
The leader glanced around at the desolate patch of land overgrown with weeds. What kind of Main Street was this? However, since this demon god was here, the assassination could not proceed.
He understood the situation and ordered his men to release San Chun, cupping his fists in salute. "I take my leave." He then commanded his team to retreat quickly.
Once they left, San Chun felt her legs go weak and involuntarily fell to the ground.
Zhong Xue jumped off his horse and caught her, almost shouting, "How many times have I told you not to trust others so easily? Just because someone tells you to go somewhere, do you just go?"
San Chun touched her aching head. When did he ever tell her these things? He had always said, "You must believe me." If she couldn't trust him, then he would be the first one she couldn't trust.
She pushed him away and stood up. "My matters are none of your business."
He roared in anger, "I don't care if you just died."
"Even if I died, it's my business."
Zhong Xue wanted to strangle her, really wanted to strangle her to death. The old her was never this difficult; what happened? Did she suffer somewhere else and now take it out on him?
Without thinking twice, he picked her up. San Chun struggled for a moment but couldn't break free. Suddenly feeling a wave of sadness, she leaned against him and began to cry softly.
She was truly heartbroken. Zhong Xue had revealed the identities of those people; they were sent from the Zhao Kingdom's palace, which meant someone in Ji Xun's family wanted her dead.
His brothers wouldn't be so bored as to do such a thing; it could only be his father or mother. They must not want her as a daughter-in-law, which was why they resorted to such ruthless measures. But... how did they know what her relationship with Ji Xun was before she even entered the Young Master's residence?
A thought crossed her mind—could it be Ying?
San Chun guessed correctly; it was indeed Ying. Last night, Ji Xun returned home very late, and she knew something was wrong. After Ji Xun came back, she asked the servant who went with him and found out that the Young Master had gone to an inn to meet a woman. At that moment, she guessed that the woman must be San Chun.
Her brother had come early to report that the murder plot had failed and asked for some money to hide out in another place. She was also afraid he would get caught here, so she told him to leave. Then she racked her brain on how to arrange for San Chun to enter the residence. Just then, news came from the palace that the Queen summoned the Young Master. She followed Ji Xun into the palace.
Ji Xun was the youngest son of the Zhao Empress, who had given birth to him at forty years old, so she naturally cherished him more than others. This Queen had long sought a good match for her son, but Ji Xun adamantly refused.
The Queen tried to persuade him about his sister Zhong Ling's excellence, but Ji Xun seemed resolute. The Queen, feeling helpless, privately asked Ying if the Young Master had someone he liked.
Ying immediately brought up San Chun's matter, saying that the Young Master was infatuated with a Xiu Niang from an Embroiderer's Workshop, neglecting food and drink every day while thinking only of marrying a Xiu Niang. If the Queen disagreed, he would not become the Zhao Country Prince.
This statement was naturally fabricated by her. Upon hearing it, the Zhao Empress became furious; a mere embroideress encouraging her son to defy his parents could not be allowed to remain. Especially since there were hidden troubles in Zhao Country now, with several sons fiercely competing for the throne. If she did not find a strong maternal family for Ji Xun, it would be difficult for him to survive amidst this chaos.
For her son, she must take San Chun's life. It's unfortunate that her lowly status cannot match her son's.
San Chun guessed the underlying reason and felt sad. Even without the nightingale, Zhao Empress probably wouldn't allow her to be with Ji Xun.
Zhong Xue watched her expression change repeatedly and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
She shook her head, a tear sliding down her face.
He reached out to wipe her face and smiled, "What's the big deal? If you lose a man, you can find another. But if you lose your life, you can't get it back. There's no need to throw your life away for a man."
San Chun forced a smile; this was indeed good advice, but it probably only came from him.
Zhong Xue took her back to his current residence and settled her in the room across from his.
San Chun asked him why he was in Handan. He replied casually, "Naturally, I'm here to marry the princess."
Originally, he had no intention of marrying the princess; he just wanted to stabilize Zhao State first. Once he won the battle against Qi State, he wouldn't need to ally with Zhao State anymore. At that time, canceling the engagement would be as simple as speaking; considering Zhao Wang's old age, he wouldn't dare do anything to him.
However, this time, in order to save San Chun, he had revealed himself. Once Zhao State learned that he had arrived in Handan, they would insist on him taking the bride away. Once a person is taken away, it would be extremely troublesome to return.
San Chun was in a bad mood and didn't delve into how he was doing now; she simply said, "Then congratulations."
Zhong Xue smiled bitterly; indeed, whenever it involved Ji Xun, he was always the forgotten one.
He had originally wanted to share his grievances about not wanting to marry the princess, but seeing her like this, he decided against it. She would probably just mock him later for being so unlucky.
Zhong Xue's concerns were proven right. Early the next morning, the ministers of Zhao State arrived, and Zhao Wang invited Chengyang Jun to a banquet in the military camp.
Zhong Xue had a mournful expression on his face; just thinking about the princess made him feel uneasy in his stomach. Although he had never seen the princess, as a spy from Wei Kingdom, it was impossible for him not to have access to her portrait. Essentially, everyone who had seen the portrait reacted similarly to him. Kazama was even worried about what kind of bed to prepare for the princess so that it wouldn't collapse.
Zhong Xue entered the palace and wanted to call San Chun to go with him.
San Chun shook her head, "That place is not for me."
Zhong Xue frowned slightly, "Don't you want to see Ji Xun?"
This statement awakened her; she did want to see Ji Xun, she really did. At the very least, she wanted to know and hear him explain this matter in person. She didn't believe Ji Xun would be involved in this.
According to Zhong Xue's suggestion, she dressed up as a noblewoman from Wei Kingdom and followed him into the palace.
The carriage passed through the palace gates and stopped in front of the main hall.
She had often heard Ji Xun talk about how magnificent the Zhao royal palace was, but only now, being there herself, did she realize how beautiful it truly was, just as he had described. Unfortunately, she had no mood to stop and admire it; she kept her head down and followed Zhong Xue, feeling a tumultuous mix of emotions inside her.
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