Lu Shi looked at the several people lying on the ground, knocked unconscious, with disdain. They were truly useless. He hadn't even used much force, and they had already fainted.
How could Fan Shun present such useless people? Sending them to follow was simply courting disaster.
Impatiently, Lu Shi picked them up. If he had known they were so weak, he wouldn't have knocked them out. He should have just let them walk back. Now he had to do all the work of carrying them back.
Upon reaching the main gate, Lu Shi, with practiced ease, simply dumped them down.
The first time, he was a bit clumsy, but the second time, his technique was extremely proficient. After dumping them, Lu Shi immediately drove his carriage away.
Instantly, a bustling crowd gathered at the entrance of the Fan Manor, all pointing and chattering.
Fan Shun, upon hearing the report from his household staff, rushed out, his shoes mismatched. Seeing the scene before him, a surge of anger welled up in his heart.
These were the people he had sent to track Ling Mohan that morning, and now they were knocked unconscious and dumped at his doorstep.
If it wasn't Ling Mohan who ordered it, who else could it be?
Fan Shun clenched his fists tightly, gnashing his teeth, and said, "Take them back!"
He vowed to confront Ling Mohan and demand redress for today's humiliation.
"Scram, hurry up and scram! Damn it, daring to laugh at this official. Don't you want to live!"
Fan Shun's eyes blazed as he glared at the onlookers, his anger intensifying. He bellowed at the crowd.
The common folk of Yuncheng had long been oppressed by Fan Shun, and now they were so frightened that they dared not utter a word, quickly dispersing.
After everyone had left, Zhang Kun hurried over.
"My lord, I heard about today's events and rushed here. Are you alright, my lord?"
Fan Shun pressed his temples and sighed, "Ling Mohan is trying to slap my face. He's warning me not to try to investigate him, to be obedient and not have any other intentions. I have guarded Yuncheng for nearly ten years; when have I ever suffered such humiliation? If I don't avenge this, I am no human!"
He was determined to retaliate against Ling Mohan for such a great insult. In recent years, only Ling Mohan had dared to treat him with such disdain.
"Those who follow me prosper; those who oppose me perish." He had always acted according to this principle, and it would be no different this time.
"My lord, please calm your anger. That Ling Mohan is truly detestable, deserving of a thousand cuts. However, Ling Mohan was appointed by His Majesty to govern Yuncheng. If anything happens to him in Yuncheng, it will be difficult for us to explain!"
Zhang Kun was also worried that if something were to happen to Ling Mohan in Yuncheng, they would also be held accountable.
Moreover, Ling Mohan was the God of War. Zhang Kun had heard of his reputation. How could they possibly be Ling Mohan's match?
"My mind is made up. Tonight, you will take your men to the post station and kill Ling Mohan and his party!" Fan Shun's murderous intent was ignited, and he was determined to kill Ling Mohan to vent his hatred.
After a pause, Fan Shun seemed to remember something and called out to Zhang Kun, "I heard that Ling Mohan brought his wife with him on this trip, and his wife is extremely beautiful..."
"My lord, rest assured, your subordinate understands."
Zhang Kun immediately understood and readily agreed, then retreated.
Fan Shun began to have lascivious thoughts, a lewd smile on his lips.
...
In the dead of night, Feng Jin had just put the two children to sleep. As she was about to unpin her hair ornaments, she keenly heard a rustling sound outside the door, and her nerves immediately became alert.
She picked up a crossbow and strapped it to her wrist, guarding her children. Through the faint light, she vaguely saw several figures approaching her room.
However... however, these assassins were too unprofessional. They were walking so openly outside the window that it was impossible for her not to notice.
Before Feng Jin could make a move, the sound of clashing swords erupted outside the window, and countless figures engaged in a brawl.
The fight lasted for a full quarter of an hour before the sounds of struggle finally ceased.
Feng Jin's hand, resting on the crossbow, relaxed slightly. Just as she was about to get up and investigate, a knock sounded at the door.
"Reporting to the young madam, the assassins have all been dealt with. Your subordinate has arranged for guards around the premises. Please rest assured, young madam."
Lu Shi's voice came from outside. Feng Jin quickly put away her crossbow and opened the door. A strong scent of blood hit her, and Feng Jin forced down the urge to vomit.
"What happened? Have you found out who sent the assassins?"
"It was Fan Shun's men. They've all been dealt with. Young madam, please rest assured."
"And Ling Mohan?" Feng Jin asked anxiously. She needed to confirm Ling Mohan's safety to feel at ease.
"The young general is unharmed. He will be here after dealing with matters."
Feng Jin nodded slightly. "Tell him to be cautious in all things."
After a few instructions, Feng Jin hurried back to her room. Her most important task now was to look after the two children. She believed Ling Mohan would be fine.
Feng Jin paced back and forth in the room, constantly looking out. She stayed awake all night, and only when the sky began to cool did she hear faint footsteps outside the door. She quickly went out to check.
The moment she opened the door, her eyes met the man's. The moment Feng Jin saw Ling Mohan, the defenses she had built up in her heart instantly crumbled. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she threw herself into his arms, truly feeling his presence. Her restless heart finally began to calm.
"It's windy outside. Let's go inside first."
Ling Mohan affectionately stroked Feng Jin's hair and embraced her as they returned to the room.
"Tell me, what exactly happened?" Feng Jin anxiously grabbed Ling Mohan and began to question him.
"It's nothing much. Fan Shun couldn't wait any longer and wanted to kill me."
Ling Mohan said lightly, as if these matters had nothing to do with him.
"Fan Shun..." Feng Jin murmured the name, and a plump figure appeared in her mind. "He's just a fat pig!"
He was so fat, yet his courage was so great that he dared to send assassins. He truly didn't want to live.
Feng Jin was instantly filled with anger, wishing she could drag that fat pig over and kick him soundly to vent her frustration.
"Are you hurt?" After her imaginary outburst, Feng Jin remembered she hadn't asked about Ling Mohan's condition.
"I'm fine. With his abilities, he can't harm me. However, for the next few days, you and the children must stay in the post station. You are not allowed to go anywhere, understand?"
The situation in Yuncheng was becoming increasingly troublesome. Ling Mohan regretted bringing Feng Jin with him in the first place.
With this assassination attempt, Fan Shun's reach had already extended to Feng Jin and the two children. He needed to prepare earlier and not be caught off guard.