Hearing that Hsu Fengnian had humiliated Princess Jing An, who was second only to him in Qing Province, the two maids and the palace guards were enraged. Although Pei Nanwei and the King of Jing An had a strange way of interacting, in the eyes of outsiders, they were indeed respectful to each other. They were a rarely seen loving couple in the Marquis Monarch lineage. The palace servants had heard many stories about the Beiliang heir, but most of them were absurd and hedonistic actions that could not be brought to the table. They were more amused than fearful. Moreover, the King of Jing An was not a local snake in Qing Province, but a legitimate local dragon in yellow robes. Immediately, the guards drew their swords in a show of force. A shrewish maid, eager to protect her master and claim credit, angrily rebuked Hsu Fengnian, directly calling him by his name.
To their surprise, Hsu Fengnian only lowered his head to look at the few numbers on the secret letter. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the rosary beads in Princess Pei's hand. Although the master did not make a move, it did not mean that the Beiliang lackeys behind her were deaf and blind. Dongyue Lü Qiantang had a sinister smile on his face. He urged his horse forward and chopped down with his giant sword. Before the bluffing guards could react, the sword had already cut off the head of the maid who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth. The head fell to the ground and rolled several times, mixing with the dust and blood.
In particular, the maid's pretty face still retained a vivid expression of shock. In the eyes of others, it was a ghastly sight. Not only were the Jing An Palace guards stunned, even Pei Nanwei was startled. The priceless rosary beads in her hand burned her hand and fell to the ground. She no longer dared to pick them up. After killing in front of Princess Jing An, Lü Qiantang took advantage of the situation to charge forward. Yang Qingfeng and Shu Xiu were not willing to fall behind. In a flash, everyone except Pei Nanwei was chopped up like vegetables. One of the guards was even split in two by Lü Qiantang's sword.
Pei Nanwei turned her head. Her throat moved as she squatted on the ground and retched. Hsu Fengnian saw that the Jing An Palace guards were so weak that they could not withstand a single blow. He frowned and asked, "Why are these guards so useless? Is the King of Jing An, Zhao Heng, afraid that you won't die? "
Pei Nanwei only cared about vomiting. She really couldn't imagine that the high and mighty wangfei would also be in such an indecent state. She really didn't know if Shizi Zhao Xun would still be unable to extricate himself if he saw this scene. Hsu Fengnian pressed his blade and dismounted from his horse. He walked to Pei Nanwei's side and crouched down to gently pat Princess Jing An's back. In a quiet voice, he asked, "Do you know what Zhao Heng's follow-up plans are?"
The trembling Pei Nanwei had her back to Hsu Fengnian. She used her sleeve to wipe her mouth and smiled coldly, "Even if I knew, why would I tell you? How the King of Jing An, Zhao Heng, treats me is a family matter. Hsu Fengnian, who do you think you are?! Don't think that you can make me listen to you with just a few words. No matter how cold-blooded Zhao Heng is, he's still better than a bastard like you! "
Hsu Fengnian gently stroked Princess Pei's beautiful back. It looked like he was taking advantage of her, but his face was expressionless. His heart was as calm as still water. His tone was gentle, and he said with a smile, "Don't you want to live and go back to be Princess Jing An? Pei Nanwei, you have to know that if I really die, I will definitely drag you down with me. Otherwise, won't I be letting that father and son pair benefit from a crooked beam? I don't mind telling you, if this time Zhao Heng's plan really succeeds, then Shizi Zhao Xun will inherit his position. Even if you can survive under my blade, won't you be on tenterhooks when you go back? Princess Pei, are you really willing to be played by a man like Zhao Xun? "
Princess Pei slowly stood up and staggered a bit. Hsu Fengnian wanted to support her, but she fiercely flung his hand away in disgust. Hsu Fengnian didn't get angry and only bent down to pick up the Crown Prince's bracelet. With his scoundrel personality, he was even able to pick up the red mud inkstone that Jiang Ni had thrown into the lake. Thus, it was reasonable for him to be satisfied with this bracelet.
Hsu Fengnian raised his head to look at the lush green reeds and began to calculate in his mind. The King of Jing An, Zhao Heng, was currently on the side of the old fox known as the eleventh Wang Mingyin. Regardless of whether or not the four red-armored Talisman Generals belonged to Zhao Heng's strength, they were definitely enemies and not friends. The only difference was whether or not they would attack together with Wang Mingyin. If nothing unexpected happened, Zhao Heng would immediately use the Vassal King's Tiger Talisman and mobilize more than eight hundred armored cavalry from the eastern outskirts of Xiangfan straight to the reeds. Fortunately, before the battle between the two tigers ended, these troops wouldn't interfere. After all, there were more than eight hundred people. Zhao Heng didn't dare to guarantee that the King of Jing An didn't have any spies. Right now, they were already in the perfect situation of the mantis stalking the cicada. If someone were to secretly ambush them, then the gains wouldn't make up for the losses. He believed that with Zhao Heng's temperament, he was confident that he could kill him in the reeds.
Hsu Fengnian's expression was somewhat grave. Not to mention the four retainers, including Wei Shuyang, behind him were the 100 Beiliang cavalry led by Ning Emei, as well as the old God of Swords Li Chungang. The chess pieces of both sides were wrestling with each other. According to common sense, Li Chungang, who was ranked eighth in the world, would fight against Wang Mingyin, who was ranked eleventh. Wei Shuyang's group and Ning Emei's 100 light cavalry would fight against four red armoured talisman generals. No matter how one looked at it, Hsu Fengnian would win. Of course, Zhao Heng definitely had a backup plan, but he still had Blue Bird and a group of Beiliang loyalists hiding in the shadows. Where did Zhao Heng's confidence come from to send him to the Yellow Springs?
At some point, Princess Pei had taken off her shoes and held them in her hands. Her white socks stepped on the ground as she stared blankly at the muddy path covered in green reeds. Every autumn, she would disperse the imperial bodyguards and walk on the muddy path in an unfitting manner. The path would be densely packed with small brown spikes, which were the tips of the reeds that had been poured into the ground. When she took off her shoes and walked on the path, the soles of her feet would hurt. Her skin was whiter than snow, and every time she walked back and forth, the soles of her feet would be dripping with blood. However, Pei Nanwei liked this kind of self-mutilating behavior. She preferred to lie alone in the small boat, letting the autumn wind and snow cover her body.
Should he just stab this woman to death and be done with it?
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