Li Kun trembled all over when Ling Mohan glared at him, unconsciously shifting backward.
The man’s aura was too terrifying; he was only holding on by sheer force to avoid falling.
“Who… who exactly are you? I… the person behind me is the Third Prince. If you dare touch me, the Third Prince will absolutely not let you off.”
Li Kun’s lips trembled slightly as he spoke out of fear.
The Third Prince… Ling Mohan let out a cold snort. “If you hadn’t mentioned the Third Prince, I might have considered sparing your life. But now I’ve changed my mind. You are as good as dead!”
“You… you kill me, and the Third Prince won’t let you go. I am the Third Prince’s father-in-law, I am…”
Before he could finish the last half of his sentence, Li Kun was killed with a single sword thrust.
Dazzling crimson liquid dripped from the sharp blade onto the floor, and with a dripping sound, Li Kun instantly collapsed to the ground.
Upon witnessing the bloody scene, Feng Jin quickly turned her head away. The sight was truly nauseating, and any further glance would spoil her breakfast the next day.
The master standing by the side was also terrified, frozen in place and forgetting to even move. His mouth parted slightly, and he stammered, “Killed… killed someone… someone was killed…”
Snapping back to his senses, he began to shout and ran around like a headless fly.
Seeing this, Ling Mohan sent his sword flying. The blade directly pierced the man’s chest, and blood erupted like a fountain, splashing all over the ground.
“Couldn’t you have been gentler? If it looks like this, do you expect me to eat tomorrow?”
The smell of blood filled the room, causing her stomach to churn uncomfortably. She covered her mouth and nose, suppressing the urge to vomit, and shot Ling Mohan a slightly chiding glare.
This man, when acting, couldn’t he consider her feelings? Making it like this, was he deliberately trying to disgust her?
Ling Mohan pulled the sword out of the man’s chest. Surprisingly, not a speck of blood stained the blade.
“Your sword is truly remarkable, not a drop of blood on it.”
Feng Jin couldn’t help but be drawn to the sword in the man’s hand. This was truly a fine sword, remaining unstained by blood, and its edge was exceptionally sharp, arguably surpassing her own scalpels.
However, the mere creation of those few scalpels had already cost a considerable amount of gold and silver. She couldn’t estimate how much this single sword, if made, would cost.
“How did you obtain this sword?” Feng Jin’s gaze fixed on the precious sword in Ling Mohan’s hand, her eyes instantly lighting up. Her hands in her sleeves twitched restlessly; if not for the blood of two people staining the sword, she would have snatched it from Ling Mohan’s grasp long ago.
“This sword was also obtained by chance. It is said to be the personal sword of a great general from the previous dynasty, forged from millennium-old profound iron. As for what material it’s made of, I don’t know. However, it is a good sword, capable of cutting through hair and remaining unstained by any blood.”
The sword had been in his possession for several years. Seeing that it was a good sword, he kept it with him. As for its material, he truly didn’t know.
“What’s wrong? Are you interested in this sword?”
He noticed the sparkle in Feng Jin’s eyes, certain she was interested in the sword, and directly presented it to her.
“No… this sword, at a glance, is an instrument of death. It’s likely stained with no small amount of blood. If I kept such a ferocious weapon, I’d worry I couldn’t control it. It’s better for you to keep it.”
This sword, at first glance, was filled with malevolent energy, and only generals like Ling Mohan, who had fought on the battlefield, could control it.
She also feared that if the sword were by her side and she couldn’t control it, she might injure herself, which would be a loss outweighing any gain. Feng Jin refused Ling Mohan’s offer without a second thought; she truly dared not accept this sword.
“You’re just being superstitious.”
He was also impressed by Feng Jin’s mind, always coming up with such bizarre and outlandish notions.
“Besides, with me here, you don’t need to worry about not being able to control it.”
The man stepped closer to Feng Jin, his hot breath spraying onto her smooth, fair neck, causing her to tremble slightly. Feng Jin reached out to push him away, but her own slight strength was no match for the man.
At times, she truly detested this frail body. Even though she practiced Tai Chi daily to strengthen her body, she still possessed no strength whatsoever.
If she were in her previous body, with her black belt in Taekwondo, she would have already knocked Ling Mohan to the ground. Unlike now, where she couldn’t even defeat one of Ling Mohan’s hands.
Feng Jin felt like crying without tears. How could she have transmigrated into such a weak body? Even if she landed a hard blow on the man.
To Ling Mohan, it would be no more than a tickle, incapable of harming the man in the slightest.
“Get up quickly. So many people are watching. Aren’t you afraid they’ll laugh?”
Feng Jin reminded him fiercely, pushing the man with all her might. Despite having no effect, she stubbornly refused to give up.
“Don’t worry, no one dares to peek. Even if someone does, your husband will dig out their eyeballs. My dear, you don’t need to worry.”
The man used the gentlest tone to utter the most vicious words, a stark contrast that seemed remarkably fitting on him.
The moment he approached Feng Jin, the accompanying soldiers very sensibly retreated in unison.
Feng Jin suddenly froze, glancing left and right but seeing no one, except for the lifeless bodies lying on the ground.
“You get up first. I don’t have a habit of flirting in front of corpses. We can talk about anything after we get home.”
Being in this place and doing these things, Feng Jin felt extremely uncomfortable and hurriedly urged the man to leave.
“Alright, we’ll continue at home.”
Clearly, Ling Mohan had severely misinterpreted Feng Jin’s intentions. He reached out, took her hand, and walked towards the exit.
As they reached the doorway, Feng Jin pulled back his wrist. “We can’t just leave like this. What about these bodies and the living people in the Li Mansion? If this blows up, I’m worried Chu Yanxi will use it to suppress you.”
This Li Kun deserved to die, but she was worried that Chu Yanxi would use this matter to further suppress Ling Mohan.
After all, Chu Yanxi was a ruthless person, capable of anything.
“Don’t worry, I already have a plan. This Li Kun is not a good person either. The reason Chu Yanxi took Li Kun’s daughter as a concubine was because Li Kun helped him accumulate wealth in secret.”