Chapter 49 Part 2

The cause: Lu Yihuan wanted Jiang Li to take her carriage so she could escort her back.

They weren’t going the same way; Jiang Li’s carriage was parked nearby, and she really didn’t want to be alone with Lu Yihuan right now, so she refused.

As she put on a cold expression to board, her sleeve was yanked by Lu Yihuan, pulling the chill from her face too.

Jiang Li steadied herself and turned to see Lu Yihuan’s pitiful eyes. The sleeve was still lightly tugged.

Who could tell her where Lu Yihuan had unlocked the skill for acting cute!

She softened instantly, wanting to agree, but her chaotic mind and last shred of reason told her to refuse.

Thus began their tugging match.

Jiang Li turned away, straining to pull her sleeve back, but Lu Yihuan only lightly held a bit, yet Jiang Li couldn’t budge it at all.

Just as Jiang Li’s arm tired from pulling and she viciously thought maybe just drag Lu Yihuan onto her own carriage, one of Lu Yihuan’s guards hurried over.

After whispering something in Lu Yihuan’s ear, Lu Yihuan waved him off and looked regretfully at the sleeve in her hand.

What a pity—she had to meet a guest tonight and couldn’t bring Your Highness.

Reluctantly releasing it, Lu Yihuan waved to Jiang Li with a smile. “Your Highness, be safe returning to the palace.”

The tightly gripped sleeve loosened. Jiang Li looked in surprise at the sleeve Lu Yihuan had voluntarily let go. She actually released it.

“Okay, you be careful too.”

Though she didn’t know why Lu Yihuan let her off so easily, Jiang Li’s mind was in turmoil today. Now she just wanted to hurry back to the palace and think properly.

Standing aside, Lu Yihuan watched Jiang Li’s carriage slowly depart, vanishing at the street’s end.

The faint smile at her lips gradually faded.

“How many are they?”

“100 people.”

Heh, quite the extravagance.

Lu Yihuan stood with hands behind her back, her gaze toward the Prime Minister’s Mansion behind her as cold as millennia-old ice, radiating chilling killing intent.

She hadn’t expected that before she could act, someone would come knocking—with 100 people, no less.

Then, let her go meet this generous guest.

The carriage rolled slowly forward.

The night’s cold wind howled like specters, whistling through the still air thick with biting chill. Streetlights flickered dimly everywhere, as if frozen by the cold, lifeless.

A moonless, windy night perfect for killing.

Tonight was indeed a fine night.

The assassins seemed unafraid of discovery, swords in hand, standing less than half a li ahead on the street—all in black clothes and masks, exuding murderous aura.

“My lord, they’re here.”

“If the guests come proactively, then welcome them.” A cold voice came from the carriage.

The guards beside licked their lips excitedly, drawing their prized blades from sheaths. Brothers hadn’t seen blood in ages.

The carriage rattled toward the assassins, followed by the synchronized march of soldiers.

The distance between them slowly closed.

Clangs of clashing steel rang out in the silent night, sparks flying fiercely. Both sides held nothing back, ferocious, determined to kill.

Lu Yihuan stroked the longsword in her hand, long-absent excitement in her eyes. A faint bloody scent wafted through the air; she inhaled it mesmerized.

Sounds of bodies hitting the ground came from beside the carriage.

She slightly drew the blade, its silver-sharp gleam illuminating her profile—a cold face, eyes filled with killing intent.

The fighting outside slowed inexplicably. Lu Yihuan thought, he’s here.

“I hear Jiang Kingdom’s Regent King was once a soldier, yet now as king, you don’t even dare dismount your carriage?”

He’d finally appeared.

The sword tip lightly lifted the curtain. Lu Yihuan stepped out, seeing the familiar face.

“This king just learned that Ling Kingdom’s prince’s life was begged back from one of my kingdom’s minor officials.”

Ling Yue’s face darkened; he hadn’t expected Lu Yihuan’s intelligence to be so swift.

Neither yielded, facing off from each end, eyes flashing with blades, cold killing intent toward each other.

After just a few words, Lu Yihuan had no patience for more talk with Ling Yue. She raised her sword, the blade half-unsheathed, asking one last confirming time.

“You like Jiang Li, don’t you?”

Mentioning Jiang Li, Ling Yue’s just-curved lips stilled instantly. Fury blazed in his chest, anger flashing in his eyes at Lu Yihuan.

What Lu Yihuan had said and done in front of him replayed.

Ling Yue said coldly, “This king comes today to take Jiang Li as my queen.”

Queen.

A cold gleam flashed; blood dripped slowly from the blade to the ground, drop by drop in the silence. Moments later, a heavy thud of a corpse hitting the pavement, stirring echoes.

Ling Yue’s face tightened. Just now, he hadn’t even seen Lu Yihuan draw her sword.

Splattered blood hit Lu Yihuan’s cheek, sliding from her forehead past her brow, dripping down her long lashes, stopping a few inches below on her face—shocking.

What chilled the dead warriors more was those indifferent eyes, the thrill in them pure enjoyment of killing.

They killed to survive; this person killed simply because she liked it. A casual swing claimed a life.

To her, human lives were no different from roadside ants.

Her fingertip slid over the bloodied blade, slicing her own pad. Lu Yihuan put her finger in her mouth, but her expression was displeased.

“Tasteless.”

Lu Yihuan missed Jiang Li’s taste.

So, she needed to quickly deal with this roadblock.

Lifting her eyes, bloodlight gleamed. Ling Yue shuddered under her stare, like prey eyed by a demon, involuntarily stepping back.

“Attack! Kill her for me!”

Another round of chaos. This time, the guards only stood by, following Lu Yihuan’s prior orders.

Aside from a few on the guards, most dead warriors surrounded Lu Yihuan—four layers thick.

Lu Yihuan gripped her sword, long-missed excitement surging like current through her body, every part thrilling for the feast.

Surrounded to death, yet Lu Yihuan peered through the masses at Ling Yue opposite.

Then, die.

On this unknown street, blades and shadows clashed chaotically; bodies piled one after another.

Meanwhile, Jiang Li, who had returned to the palace early, was staging her own “blade-shadow” showdown with 123.

Jiang Li couldn’t believe it. “You mean I can stay?”

123 mercilessly: 【Ah, yes.】

“But I remember…”

Really want to exile this pair of lovesick fools to the most remote planet to pick trash.

【This is the agreement you signed with the academy last world. Check the records yourself—the overlord clause was because you insisted on staying in the first world.】

Jiang Li opened her long-unused spatial backpack. Empty as it was, there was indeed the contract with the academy.

After reading the terms, Jiang Li grew curious. “123, can you tell me why the me from the first world insisted on staying?”

【No, you can get that memory back after completing the task.

Fine, Jiang Li retracted her curiosity.

Among the whirlwind of thoughts she’d brought back, the most fundamental was now resolved—she had the confidence to accept Lu Yihuan’s affection.

So the question now was: did she simply like Lu Yihuan’s face, or the person herself?

Lu Yihuan matched her tastes perfectly; Jiang Li had felt it from their first meeting.

She’d relent on originally rejected tasks because of Lu Yihuan, soften repeatedly to her feigned pitifulness.

Even… Jiang Li buried her face, unwilling to admit.

That night with the peach blossom dew also mixed with her heartbeat, quickened solely by Lu Yihuan before her—called forced, but willingly immersed.

Aaaah! The more she thought, the more it felt like she was just after Lu Yihuan’s face and body.

Jiang Li covered her face, her thoughts a tangled mess.

123 spoke quietly: 【Come tomorrow morning, and you won’t be bothered anymore.】

No matter how Jiang Li pressed, 123 fell silent, inwardly sighing for her.

The ones you fall for—why are they all lunatics?

“You lunatic!”

Ling Yue stared at the sword thrust between his legs after breaking through layers of defense, his ferocity long gone.

He slumped on the ground, legs too weak to stand, trembling at the blade a hair from his manhood, cold sweat pouring.

His earlier commanding air vanished. In extreme fear, after shouting that, he clenched his fists tighter, staring at the blood-soaked figure before him.

No! She’s not human!

She’s a hellish ghost come for souls!!

Ling Yue shook, terror choking him from calling his guards to help him up.

Lunatic?

Familiar blood slid slowly below her cheek. Lu Yihuan looked at the terrified, quivering Ling Yue and curved her lips into a big smile.

Her face was covered in blood; smiling now, it dripped from her cheeks to her mouth. With the endless night behind, it was spine-chilling—no one dared look.

“No, I’m Jiang Li’s wife.”

Lu Yihuan said it quite happily, even with a sweet smile at her lips.

But to those present, her saying this after single-handedly slaughtering layers of dead warriors made her no different from a underworld demon.

Wielding a weapon, ruthlessly reaping lives.

Ling Yue’s lips trembled. Clutching his chest, he finally rasped, “Jiang Li won’t like a lunatic like you. I’ll tell her!”

Whoosh! Clang!

Another longsword flew, its sharp gleam making Ling Yue shut his eyes instinctively, drenched in cold sweat, feeling he’d circled death again.

Gasping heavily, Ling Yue looked at that woman.

Lu Yihuan seemed reminded by him, frowning troubled at her bloodied longsword—all others’ blood.

Remembering something, delight surged in her eyes.

Ling Yue eyed the small knife Lu Yihuan newly drew, watching warily, muscles taut.

What?!

His eyes widened. Ling Yue watched Lu Yihuan grin terrifyingly and unhesitatingly slash deep at her own heart with the knife.

The only blood that was Lu Yihuan’s flowed slowly out.

Lu Yihuan looked at the chest wound, nodding quite satisfied.

“Thanks for the reminder. Now, go tell Jiang Li. Tell her you sent people to assassinate me, and wounded me.”

Lunatic! This lunatic!

Ling Yue watched her actions, heard her words, his face twitching uncontrollably.

Lu Yihuan glanced casually at the carnage, satisfied, and boarded her carriage with the bloody sword.

“Back to the residence.”

After hearing Ling Yue’s words, her final thought had been—

Just a chest slash then—perfect excuse for her to apply medicine.

Lu Yihuan looked at the chest wound, lips curving.

“What?! Lu Yihuan was assassinated and injured?!”

Jiang Li had just risen when a maid from Lu Yihuan’s residence arrived, asking if she could accompany her to the Imperial Medical Bureau for the finest ointment.

To see her.

That was the only thought in Jiang Li’s mind as she turned and rushed out the door.