The bandits circled them ominously, eliminating any possibility of escape. Their hostile demeanor was evident as they loomed over, clad in tattered robes, towering in height. With disheveled hair and menacing eyes, they exuded an aura of danger. Xiaotian, overwhelmed by their terrifying appearance, burst into tears, while Xiaofen remained unfazed and Bingwen maintained an uncommon calmness.
"Aren't you scared of death?" The voice echoed with a boyish tone as Xiaofen and Bingwen looked up, only to see a young man, almost the same age as Xiaofen, lazily leaning against a tree branch. "The legendary thief," Bingwen whispered. Known for his exceptional thievery skills, ruthless tactics, and cunning nature, he exuded an air of mischief with his almond-colored eyes and smooth, tanned skin. His black hair was tied back in a ponytail, and though his facial features were hidden behind a veil, it was evident that he was quite handsome.
"Marquis Wen! What a pleasant surprise." The young man gracefully hopped down from the tree, executing a perfect landing. Offering a mock bow, he turned his attention to Xiaofen with a renewed interest.
"Fierce kitten," he said, his voice filled with amusement. Xiaofen's eyes narrowed in offense, clearly not amused by his remark.
"Release them," he demanded, his determination shining through. The bandits looked on, unsure of what would happen next.
"But master..." a chubby-looking bandit piped up, exchanging a silent glance with his subordinate. The subordinate reluctantly nodded.
"Yes, master," Fenghua grumbled. Fenhua's gaze turned to Bingwen, his disdain for the wealthy, especially nobles, evident in his glare.
"Apologies for the hostile reception. Please, follow me," he offered another mock bow, a mischievous smile secretly tucked beneath his veiled lips.
The starless night sky hung cold and eerie, the full moon casting a ghastly glow that created a creepy atmosphere. Military camps, protected by invisible barriers and night patrols, stood within the woods. Among them, a distinguished tent served as the camp's centerpiece. Its regal interior showcased high-quality military artifacts, weapons, and maps of the entire province, while the emblem of the Xiongnu army adorned the backdrop of a grand throne on a raised platform. Set for guests and fellow officers, the tables awaited their presence.
General Zhang knelt in a cold sweat, visibly trembling. The scent of sandalwood filled the air, but instead of its usual sweet fragrance, it felt suffocating and intoxicating. The guards in attendance shared his fear, their sheepish glances reflecting the unease in the group.
A young man sat, leaning to his right side, fidgeting with a deadly five-pointed spear. Its edges were razor-sharp, gleaming with a reflective shine when touched by even the slightest light. With its lethal nature, a single swift spin could instantaneously decapitate someone without much resistance. His face was concealed by a menacing black mask, adorned with the lower features of a bear and fangs akin to those of a lion, sharp and razor-like. His ink-black hair gleamed, adding to his mysterious allure. A sinister, ice-piercing aura surrounded him, yet despite his hideous mask and pale complexion, he possessed a striking handsomeness, punctuated by a stormy expression on his face.
"General Zhang..." his voice echoed with cold masculinity.
"Yes, Your Majesty," the general replied, his voice feeble and trembling. In a sudden reflex, the pointed spear flashed dangerously close to him, eliciting a startled cry, but it had struck the gut of a guard behind him instead. The general breathed shakily, relieved. He knelt before the prince, begging for his life, while the prince's gaze remained icy and piercing.
"Do not fail me," the general nodded vigorously, his determination evident.
Xiaotian, Xiaofen, Bingwen, and the legendary thief gathered around a crackling bonfire, seeking warmth. The flames danced brightly, casting flickering shadows and sending sparks into the night sky. A girl with stunning features sat serenely, while a young girl nestled up beside her. The darkness couldn't engulf her, thanks to the blazing light; her black, wavy hair they couldn't take their eyes off her.
"Thank you. "
Xiaofen, filled with gratitude as Bingwen draped his coat over Xiaotian, shielding her from the cold. The legendary thief couldn't help but be captivated by her pure and radiant beauty, evoking a strong sense of protectiveness within him. Chia-hao, fully committed to safeguarding her, made a silent vow, willing to give up his life if necessary.
As the dawn broke, the carriage trudged along slowly, with Bingwen seated on the opposite side. Xiaotian peacefully slept on Xiaofen's lap, while Xiaofen gazed outside, taking in the damp morning air. As they were escorted by Chia-hao with his gang on horses.
Expressing sincere gratitude, Bingwen said,
"I am truly grateful for your escort." Chia-hao, smirking beneath his mask, dismissively waved his hand, disapproving of the formality.
"It was an honor, and thank you," Bingwen continued, as Chia-hao jingled the money pouch he had cleverly stolen from Bingwen's sleeves.
"You truly live up to your reputation," Bingwen added admirably. Chia-hao, facing the indifferent Xiaofen, bid farewell, referring to her as his "fierce kitten," but Xiaofen remained unaffected. The legendary thief smirked behind this veil. With a wave, the carriage set off.
Fen "Master should we…" Chia-hao shook his head and looked on.
The Marquis Manor exuded beauty and tranquility, nestled in the upscale district of the royal city. The surroundings boasted a vibrant array of colorful flowers and lush greenery. The ancient and intricate architecture of the residences added to their exquisite charm. The atmosphere was serene, offering a sense of peace and calm.
Within the vicinity, the Floral residence echoed with the joyful sounds of laughter and lively voices. Though slightly sharp, the sounds were pleasant to the ear, creating an atmosphere of cheer and merriment.
The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers and ornamental plants, adding to the enchanting ambiance of the Floral residence. Vibrant and captivating, the residence truly lived up to its name. Amongst the lively conversations, two women engaged in an animated discussion.
One of them was an older woman, in her mid-sixties, with delicate features and pale skin. Her sharp raven eyes emitted a mysterious glimmer, contradicting her gentle smile. Although she carried herself with calmness, there was an evasive and manipulative aura about her.
Biyu made a move on the chessboard, her eyes filled with contemplation. Holding a cup of tea, she cautiously shook it, inhaling its aroma. Her gaze fixed on the cup, she spoke,
"Mingzhu, why the formalities? You and Bingwen were childhood sweethearts," she paused,
"Now that you're almost of age, wouldn't you like to marry my son?" Sipping her tea gracefully, she awaited Mingzhu's response.
With a soft and pleasant voice, Mingzhu expressed,
"Madam Biyu, I truly hope that Marquis Wen will return soon." Mingzhu, Bingwen's childhood friend and sweetheart, possessed fair features, radiant skin, and flowing dark hair. Though her outward demeanor appeared mild and gentle, a cunning nature lay hidden beneath. Her ruby eyes softened at the mere thought of Bingwen.
Mingzhu paused in her move, her mind racing with thoughts of her and Bingwen being together. Marriage had always been on her mind, but she didn't expect it to be presented to her so soon. Biyu glanced at Mingzhu and smiled, sensing her mixed emotions. "I…" Mingzhu began to speak, but before she could finish, the Manor's announcer cried out, "Marquis Wen has arrived!" Mingzhu jumped up in excitement, taking a few steps forward. "He's here!" She beamed with sweet anticipation