The sight was rather comical.
Feng Jin couldn’t help but let out a laugh, which relieved some of the dissatisfaction she had felt earlier.
“Young General…”
As she was feeling happy, Feng Jin heard Cai Qing’s voice beside her, and the smile on her lips gradually disappeared.
She turned around to face the man behind her, “Is something the matter?” If not, get lost quickly, don’t be an eyesore here.
Cai Qing couldn’t help but wipe his sweat. Why couldn’t the young madam be a little gentler? With so many people around, she should at least save some face for the young general.
“It’s getting late, my wife should go home.” Ling Mohan did not get angry, but instead smiled, his lips curved with affection.
Everyone present praised their deep affection.
Feng Jin suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. To avoid further offense to her eyes by Ling Mohan, she could only bite the bullet and say, “Let’s go back first.”
After speaking, she took Ling Mohan’s hand and walked out.
Seeing this, Cai Qing quickly followed, his two steps becoming one.
As soon as they were out of Prince Jing’s mansion and no one else was around, Feng Jin quickly let go of the man’s hand and took a step back to create distance.
“The young general’s carriage is ahead. Please return to the mansion first. I have some matters to attend to, and I’ll go back after I’m done.”
Firstly, she didn’t want to be in the same space as Ling Mohan. Secondly, she had just purchased a batch of medicines for the medical hall and needed to check them.
Ling Mohan’s expression instantly soured. Without waiting for Feng Jin’s explanation, he grabbed the woman’s hand and pulled her towards the carriage ahead.
“What are you doing, Ling Mohan, let go of me…”
Cai Qing was also terrified and stood by helplessly, not knowing what to do. “Young General, you… you let go of the young madam first…”
He shoved her into the carriage, and Ling Mohan said in a deep voice, “Lu Shi, return to Ling Mansion.”
“Yes, Young General.” Lu Shi drove the carriage forward.
“Ling Mohan, you scoundrel, this is kidnapping and extortion, this is against the law, I’ll report you to Dali Temple!”
“Suit yourself…” the man said casually.
Feng Jin was angered by his attitude, her resentment deepening, wishing she could tear him into eight pieces to vent her anger.
*Whoosh…* A cold light flashed, and a powerful arrow penetrated the carriage.
Ling Mohan’s expression changed drastically. He reached out and pulled Feng Jin into his embrace, protecting her within his defensive range.
“Young General, there are assassins, about twenty of them.”
The carriage was surrounded by men in black, each wielding a sharp blade, with extraordinary skills, clearly not ordinary individuals.
Feng Jin came back to her senses and tightly grasped Ling Mohan’s sleeve, “Ling Mohan, I…”
“Don’t speak, stay in the carriage obediently.”
The man commanded in a deep voice, his eyes devoid of their former gentleness, now filled with murderous intent.
“Young General, long time no see. It’s quite unexpected that you’re still alive.” The leader of the men in black said with a hint of regret.
The Ice Curse was supposedly incurable. He hadn’t expected Ling Mohan to be so lucky, to have stumbled upon someone who could break the Ice Curse.
“What a coincidence, you just happened to run into me, which must be a disappointment to your master.”
Ling Mohan said in a low voice. These twenty-odd people were skilled, suggesting they were well-prepared.
He could handle them alone with ease, but with Feng Jin present, escaping would not be so simple.
“Today is the day you die, perish!”
The leader made a gesture, and the rest of them charged towards Ling Mohan.
Outside the carriage, the sounds of clashing swords and blades filled the air. Cai Qing, terrified, huddled in a corner, trembling, “Young Madam… will we die here…”
She didn’t want to die yet… she hadn’t married yet, and she hadn’t eaten the cherry crisp from East Street…
“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.”
Feng Jin held Cai Qing’s hand to comfort her. With Ling Mohan around, they would surely be fine.
“Young General…”
Lu Shi’s angry shout from outside the carriage made Feng Jin’s heart lurch. She quickly lifted the curtain and looked outside.
Three assassins in black had surrounded Ling Mohan.
Fighting three against one, Ling Mohan was not at a disadvantage; on the contrary, the three assassins seemed to be struggling to cope.
Only then did Feng Jin truly realize the terrifying extent of Ling Mohan’s strength.
“Ling Mohan, watch out for your right rear!”
Seeing an assassin attempting a sneak attack, Feng Jin instinctively shouted a warning. This also drew the attention of the other assassins towards Feng Jin’s direction.
Immediately, three of them drew their swords and charged towards Feng Jin.
Feng Jin’s eyes narrowed. In her hand, she clutched three silver needles, all poisoned. They would cause immediate death upon contact with blood.
She had kept them for emergencies, but unexpectedly, they were needed today. She only needed to accurately stab the needles into the attackers.
“Feng Jin!” Ling Mohan glimpsed the attackers rushing towards Feng Jin out of the corner of his eye and wanted to go to her rescue but was tightly engaged by his opponents, unable to break free.
When the assassins were only a few meters away from her, Feng Jin reversed her hand, and three silver lights shot out.
The attackers instantly fell to the ground, unable to move.
The leader of the men in black’s expression changed. He looked at Feng Jin with a dangerous gaze, realizing this woman was indeed not simple. He then charged towards Feng Jin with his sword.
Feng Jin fired two more needles in succession, but both were dodged.
This person’s martial arts were far superior to the previous attackers. Although her needles contained potent poison, she lacked internal strength, so the force of the needles was insufficient. They were easily blocked with a slight parry.
She had only one needle left in her hand, and she needed to seize the opportunity for a single strike.
Seeing that Feng Jin had no more needles to throw, the assassin in black assumed she was out of them and his vigilance loosened considerably.
Holding his sword, he approached Feng Jin step by step, “You’re the one who broke Ling Mohan’s Ice Curse. How dare you ruin our plans, perish!”
“Ling Mohan, kill him quickly!”
Feng Jin shouted suddenly. The assassin in black quickly turned his head to look.
Seizing the opportunity, Feng Jin shot out the last needle in her hand, and the assassin in black immediately fell to the ground.
Feng Jin breathed a sigh of relief, looked dismissively at the lifeless assassin lying on the ground, and kicked him.
With the leader dead, the remaining attackers were quickly dealt with by Ling Mohan.
“Didn’t I tell you to stay in the carriage? Who let you come out?”
Ling Mohan’s angry shout conveyed his alarm. When the assassin charged at Feng Jin with his sword, his entire heart had clenched. Fortunately, Feng Jin was unharmed.
“I’m fine, aren’t I? I can handle these small fries.”
She felt confident in dealing with these few.
Seeing that Feng Jin was safe, Ling Mohan let out a sigh of relief. His body swayed, and he collapsed onto Feng Jin.
Feng Jin quickly steadied him. Her hand touched his damp back, and she saw dark blood covering her hand. Disaster…
“Lu Shi, hurry back to the mansion!” Feng Jin said urgently. kuAiδugg
She took an antidote pill and put it into Ling Mohan’s mouth, then sealed his acupoints to reduce blood loss.