cing pain.She doesn't like killing, but that doesn't mean she won't kill."You know, the only thing you guys did wrong was threaten me with a squad like that.""I am a man who dislikes bloodshed, but I...[]

Yun'an'an was just guessing, if Qin Rou and Qin Hao who came to find her today were really sent by the Qin family.

Why poison her anyway

The writer's tone is domineering and arrogant, they likely wouldn't stoop to do something beneath them. On the contrary...

Do you suspect that Qin Rou and the other person have ulterior motives

"Now everything is just speculation."

Anyway, the Qin family has come looking for us. It's best to be prepared just in case.

How is Yuan Si Nian today

Changing the subject, Yun An'an glanced at Xian'er who was practicing calligraphy.

Sunlight streaming through the window illuminated Yuan Sinians' body. Every movement he made exuded an ethereal charm, as if he were an angel who had mistakenly entered the mortal realm.

"Yun Yaotou, you're so brazenly looking at other men, Bei Chen Yi would be furious if he knew!"

"This is called appreciation, the appreciation of beautiful things. How come it becomes vulgar when it comes out of Old Wang's mouth"

"Hee hee~"

Old Wang chuckled.

Whether he was despicable or not, he didn't know. All he knew was that Bei Chen Yi, that little punk, was a jealous husband.

"I hear that Your Majesty has decreed that the existence of the Grade A Ding class will be decided by this grand celebration in honor of the nation"

"Looking at Old Wang's expression, he doesn't seem optimistic about Class A and Ding."

After sipping her tea, Yun Anan walked to Yuansinian's side and gazed at the landscape painting on the paper.

Magnificent yet imbued with a sense of mystery.

"Come, give me the pen."

Yun An'an gestured for Yuansinian to come closer with the brush and on the rice paper, she wrote down a poem by Li Bai.

“The Heavenly Gate is broken, the Chu River flows open. The blue water flows east and turns here.”

On both sides, green mountains face each other; a solitary boat appears at the edge of the sun.

Old Wang walked forward to see the excitement, reciting the poem written by Yun An'an.

"Good poem, good poem!! I didn't expect you, Yun Yato, to have such talent. Just that character... It's terrible."

Yun An'an's handwriting is widely recognized as ugly.

If one practices writing more diligently, the overall quality of the poem would not be lowered.

"I don't make a living from writing, and besides, this poem was written by a great poet. I just copied it down."

"Hello."

Yuansī, young and full of life, grasped Yun'ānān's hand, her fingertips lightly brushing against his palm.

"May I save this poem"

"Sure, if you like I can write you a few more."

Yun Annan expressed great delight at being appreciated by Yuan Siniang.

"You see, Miss Yuan doesn't want to end up like old Lord Wang, with no taste at all."

"Humph!"

Hmph, the Old Master still doesn't know Yuan Siniang's little thoughts, does he

That's a shame!

Yun'an'an already belongs to Beichen Yi. Even if the Yuan family's boy wants to do something, it's too late.

……

It has been an hour since I left the pharmacy.

Qingfeng was driving a carriage toward Yiwang Mansion. On the bustling and lively street, there were crowds of people coming and going, making it both noisy and crowded.

"My Queen, something is amiss."

Seijuro keenly sensed the killing intent lurking within the crowd.

"Don't rush, just drive the car into the alley."

"Yes."

Qingfeng drove his carriage away from the bustling place, winding and turning until he arrived at a narrow alley.

The men in black who had been following the carriage also appeared, each carrying a long blade. In the sunlight, the blades glinted with an ominous gleam.

There were more than thirty assassins. Facing so many men in black, Yun An'an raised her phoenix eyes slightly within the carriage, a smile flickering in her eyes.

"You should all know who I am. Do you not fear the might of my lord"

"I naturally know you are Princess Yi, but someone offered a high price for your life. For money's sake, we have no choice but to disappoint Princess Yi."

A black-clad assassin stepped forward, intent on seizing Yun An'an's head. Before he could even rise, he was pierced through the heart by another assassin in black from behind.

"To dare to fight us, Blood Hall, for kills You're getting too cocky."

Oh~.

It turns out it wasn't a group of people, interesting.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Inside the carriage, Yun'an's voice sounded again.

"A human head hangs from my neck, and now you've blocked my path. What should I do"

The head of the Yi Wang Fei naturally belongs to our Xue Lou!

Pffft—

In with a white blade, out with a red one.

The Black Hand's assassins struck first, turning on their comrades and eliminating them.

Other assassins in black did not yield either, fighting fiercely with the Blood Hall assassins.

In just a few breaths, less than five of the original thirty-odd black-clad assassins were still standing, and all of them had colorful ribbons attached to their bodies.

"Ouch!"

With a sigh, Yun An'an was too lazy to even look at the black-clad assassins who were still guarding the remaining inventory.

"Qingfeng, I'll leave this to you."

Isn't this villain too stupid for her to have to take care of him herself

Turning over, Yun Anan propped her head up with one hand and held a book in the other, reading with great interest.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Qingfeng accepted the mission and effortlessly took care of the remaining five people.

And from the assassin's mouth, they extracted information: it was a dangerous man with a constant scar on his face who had hired them to carry out the killing.

They really didn't know the man's name, only that the black market had put out a bounty on him.

Whether you choose to appease Yun An'an or kill her, you will receive the corresponding reward.

"Scarred man Someone from the Qin family."

Of all the people she had met, only Qin Hao from the Qin family had a scar on his face.

If you can't get "The Art of Domination" openly, you're going to resort to underhanded tactics.

It's getting late, let's head back to the palace.

The carriage drove away.

In the alley, the bodies of black-clad assassins lay scattered about. Soon after, several mysterious figures appeared and disposed of the corpses.

Apart from the heavy metallic smell of blood, the alley remained unchanged.

The elderly man in black, with his hands clasped behind him, looked in the direction the carriage had gone, his face grave.

"Head Butler, how should we handle this"

They are black market people. The Qin family posted a mission on the black market, and now the assassin in black has failed the mission.

Even though their black market operation is merely as intermediaries, given the Regent's temperament, he certainly won't let it go.

This time, the black market is probably facing a catastrophe.

"This matter, old man will solve it himself."

"That Qin family's reward…"

A young man asked the elder, "Should we take down the bounty on Yun An'an"

No, announce that the Qin family who will issue the bounty mission will have their identities made public.

Protecting customer privacy is a principle of their black market.

But when it comes to life and death, principles are nothing.

Whether it's the Regent or the Qin family, they are not forces that the black market can afford to provoke.

"Prepare a calming elixir for this old man."

"Yes."

Night, it pervades the heavens and earth.

A gentle breeze arrived, accompanied by a touch of warmth from spring.

Beichen Yi and Yun An'an were having dinner when a guard reported that the housekeeper of the black market, Yu Ruo Shan, had come to visit and was waiting outside the door.

Come on in, please.

He's a smart one, rushing to confess before Beichen Yi could clean up the black market.

"

Eat slowly, my husband will blow on it for you.

"

At night, Bei Chen Yi cooked a small hot pot. He gently blew on the fish balls until they were slightly cooled before feeding them to Yun An An.

"Annie, don't move."

Under the moonlight, Bei Chen Yi's long fingers brushed against Yun An An's lips, wiping away the sauce from her corner, then placed his fingertips back on his tongue and licked them., and Qi Ming stood at three different locations, facing hundreds of thousands of people, and began to solve the puzzle.An hour has gone by over a cup of tea.A quarter of an hour has passed.At last, w...