That night, Chi Yang had fallen into a deep slumber.
When Shi Jian heard the commotion and came to wake her, she was sound asleep.
"Miss, there's a fight outside!" Shi Jian said to Chi Yang.
Chi Yang sleepily gazed at Shi Jian, then hugged the blanket and asked, "Which side has the upper hand?"
Shi Jian was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect the young miss to be so calm in such an emergency.
Shi Jian analyzed the numbers on both sides and came to a conclusion.
"The prefecture soldiers have the advantage now, Miss,"
Chi Yang nodded. "Then I'll… Sleep a little longer."
She was too sleepy.
However, before she could sleep for long, Shi Jian's voice rang out again. Compared to the calm voice from before, this time she turned flustered.
"Miss, wake up! Someone is here to help them!"
When Chi Yang heard her words, her brain did not even have time to think before her body made the option of getting out of bed.
It seemed that she was still afraid of death…
Chi Yang's long hair was loose, and she was wearing pure white pajamas. With her beautiful face, even if she wanted to quietly leave Yi Yun Court, she was still eye-catching and was easily discovered by the killer.
After killing the first killer who came to chase them, Shi Jian picked up the killer's knife.
"Miss, quickly go and find the..." Before she could finish her sentence, Shi Jian saw the man standing on the wall.
"Find the?" Chi Yang was puzzled.
Shi Jian shook her head.
He had already come on his own accord.
Chi Yang followed the sword attendant's line of sight and saw a man standing on the wall. That was…
Shen Juan.
There was also a sword at his waist, which Chi Yang had never seen before.
The leader of the assassins also saw the lone, black-clothed man. The assassin thought that this man was probably overestimating himself if he thought he could win this fight. And so he rushed forward.
Shen Juan smiled and flew down. His body was like lightning, and his movements were swift. In a few breaths, he arrived beside the head assassin. Before the killer could even unsheathe his sword, the head assassin spat out blood and fell to the ground.
Shen Juan spoke softly, his pitch-black eyes filled with suppressed anger, "Youzhou's suicide assassins? Their skills are below average..."
The other killers, who had just lost their leader, could only wait for Shen Juan to come and kill them.
Under the moonlight, Chi Yang saw Shen Juan's bloodthirsty eyes and cold expression... And his excited smile as he watched blood, dripping onto the floor...
Suddenly, Chi Yang realized that this was Shen Juan's true face.
The weak and helpless Shen Juan who acted cutely to her was all an act.
Chi Yang moved her legs, wanting to escape.
When Shen Jue killed the last person, the excitement in his body dissipated. His rationality gradually returned and he remembered where he was. Shen Juan subconsciously hid the blood-stained sword behind his back, but he felt that it was unnecessary.
"Chi Yang…" Shen Juan turned around to look at the stunned woman and called out in a hoarse voice.
"Did you see?"
At this moment, Shen Juan was a little scared of her response. Even his blood-stained hands were trembling slightly.
"Yes," Chi Yang nodded.
There was a moment of silence. So long that Shen Juan thought Chi Yang would not speak again.
"Do you want to wipe your face with a handkerchief?" Chi Yang suddenly asked.
Because of that battle, Shen Jue's face was covered in other people's blood.
"Aren't you afraid of me?" Shen Juan reached out and held the white handkerchief in his hand. In an instant, it was stained with dark red blood.
"It's alright," No matter what, Shen Jue had saved her, so she was not that ungrateful.
Was it really "alright"?
Shen Juan was stunned for a moment. He wiped his face with the handkerchief, and his dark eyes were filled with laughter.
She would always be the most special one.