Xing Zhilin: ......
What the hell?!
Why did the Yu King's Consort lead Xing Feng away! So many horses were tied there, why did she have to take his Xing Feng?!
Could it be... the Yu King's Consort... has a discerning eye for good horses?!
Thinking this, Xing Zhilin felt an inexplicable sense of pride.
Suddenly, a familiar horse's neigh came from afar. Xing Zhilin looked up and saw his Xing Feng circling a white horse, occasionally stamping his hooves on the ground as if trying to please.
Trying to please?! Xing Zhilin seriously doubted his own eyes.
Holy crap! Couldn't his Xing Feng be... in heat?
Now that Xing Feng was back, Xing Zhilin ordered everyone to continue their journey.
However, halfway through, the assassins sent by Qin Zhanhan to kill Xing Zhilin appeared, as per the original plot.
They swarmed in from all directions, attacking Xing Zhilin. The soldiers around Xing Zhilin didn't react in time and were stabbed to death.
Warm blood splattered onto Xing Zhilin's face. Xing Zhilin was stunned for a moment, then his temper flared. He grabbed his great saber and started hacking.
This time, he wasn't injured as in the original plot, so his combat power exploded. He directly dealt with all the assassins, leaving only one alive for questioning.
Speak! Who sent you?
The assassin's face was numb. Even with a saber at his throat, he showed no fear, not panicking at all. He even tried to ambush Xing Zhilin with a hidden weapon when Xing Zhilin wasn't paying attention. But he failed, and instead, lost a hand.
Xing Zhilin's saber tip dripped blood. His expression was deep as he asked again: Speak! Who exactly sent you?
The assassin clutched the shoulder where his arm was severed, his face ashen. Seeing that he was completely disabled, without any hesitation, he bit the poison hidden in his teeth and then vomited blood, dying on the spot.
As the assassin vomited blood, he was facing Xing Zhilin, and the unlucky Xing Zhilin was splattered with the assassin's blood all over his face.
Xing Zhilin: ...... I &*%#@%!!?????!!
Xing Zhilin glared at the now-cold assassin, wiped the blood from his face, and then kicked the assassin fiercely.
In the imperial palace, Qin Zhanhan was so angry that he almost had a myocardial infarction upon learning that the assassins he sent had been wiped out by Xing Zhilin alone.
Since Xing Zhilin had won another victory this time, Qin Zhanhan, as the emperor, had to show some recognition. Therefore, Qin Zhanhan held a celebratory banquet in the palace, and Ming Li was also required to attend.
When the imperial edict reached the Yu King's Manor, Ming Li was lying with her eyes closed on the noble concubine's couch. Hearing the news, Ming Li opened her deep, unfathomable eyes, startling the maid who came to report.
Your... Your Highness? Is something wrong?
Ming Li's eyes returned to normal. A strange curve appeared at the corner of her lips, and she said in a faint tone, "It's nothing. This Highness will go and see."
The system in the space muttered: Go and see the male lead's shattered chrysanthemum, covered in wounds, summarized in two words: spectate.
Ming Li accepted the imperial edict and then entered the palace alone that evening. The reason for saying she was alone was that Qin Yu was still recovering from the shock and couldn't face Qin Zhanhan directly, so he didn't want to enter the imperial palace.
Ming Li didn't mind. After all, she understood such situations.
Yes, today she would be an understanding and considerate boss.