Chapter 84: Hell‑Killing God

Zheng Qi was just about to say something when a sudden burst of fierce horse hooves thundered in from the far east of the street, followed by a blur of a figure moving as fast as an arrow off the string, and in the blink of an eye it rushed to the side of the carriage.

The assassin arranged by Gu Cheng was just about to pull Gu Jiu Ling out from under the carriage and stab her to death, but the arm that had gripped Gu Jiu Ling's ankle was suddenly cut off by a sword.

It was Gu Jiu Ling's first time witnessing a scene like this; she had seen danger before but only in minor skirmishes. Now, with blood splattering everywhere, even her normally strong mind felt a little frightened.

The severed hand still clung tightly to her ankle, and she instinctively kicked her leg to fling the broken hand away.

Princess Changping on the other side kept screaming, and Gu Jiu Ling's head buzzed from the noise.

A long, strong hand brushed Gu Jiu Ling's ankle again, and she, terrified, kept kicking.

"Don't be afraid! It's me!" the cold, familiar voice came from behind Gu Jiu Ling.

Gu Jiu Ling had carried on and endured for so long, but hearing that voice broke her defenses.

Tears instantly filled her eyes; she crawled out from under the carriage, crying as she rose, and when she saw Xiao Yin, she let out a wail.

The man before her was still clad in battle armor, streaked with blood that clearly wasn't fresh; it seemed Xiao Yin had just come down from the battlefield without even changing clothes when the news of Gu Jiu Ling's ambush reached them.

Their eyes were blood‑red, as if they had stayed up all night and ridden for a day and night before arriving at her side.

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Just as they didn't want to return only to barely miss witnessing Gu Jiu Ling being killed, Xiao Yin was seething with malice, the Longquan sword in their hand dripping with blood.

They bent down and lifted Gu Jiu Ling, whose calf had been grazed by an arrow; the way they held her was unusual—rather than a sideways cradle, they hoisted her with one arm, like an adult cradling a child.

Gu Jiu Ling hammered a fierce punch into Xiao Yin's cold, hard, resolute chest, crying, "I absolutely, absolutely must divorce you!"

"It's all you! It's all because you!"

"They wanted to go after you, but they chose me as a scapegoat!"

"boo hoo… I'm done with you! boo hoo… I really am done with you!"

"Good…," Xiao Yin pressed Gu Jiu Ling's head, letting her rest against their chest, murmuring softly as if soothing a child, "Sleep for a while first!"

Gu Jiu Ling had to clasp both hands around their sturdy neck.

"Close your eyes, don't look!" Xiao Yin gently comforted Gu Jiu Ling's mind that was about to collapse.

Gu Jiu Ling instinctively shut her eyes, and the moment they closed, a wail of anguish rang out, the clashing of swords, and a wave of death's aura swept over everything.

Xiao Yin seemed to stand again on the battlefield of Qi Sha Gu, but this time they held a new concern in their arms; this time they would not lose, they would live! They wanted their concern to live too!

Their eyes were frosted, the Longquan sword in their hand emitted a series of ringing tones, and the assassins around them stared in terror at the death god marching forward.

Yes, they had been depressed for seven years, burying all the sharpness within, like an innocuous sick cat, but now they were like Yama crawling out of hell to reap lives.

With each step they took, another severed head rolled beneath their feet.

The man, holding his beloved wife in his arms and gripping the sword hilt with one hand, forced the ground he walked over to run red with blood, and finally the assassins were frightened.

This man— they had no way to deal with him; the few remaining scrambled away, not wanting to be instantly slain by the shadow guards under Xiao Yin, leaving no survivors.

Princess Changping, hidden under the carriage, stared in terror at Xiao Yin's silhouette; a severed head suddenly rolled before her, and she let out a scream before fainting from fright.

Xiao Yin lifted Gu Jiu Ling onto the horse; only then did Gu Jiu Ling dare open her eyes. Cradled in Xiao Yin's arms, she faced the side of Xiao Yin seated on the saddle, and through Xiao Yin's broad shoulders she gazed at the nearby blood‑stained scene, gasping sharply.

"Return to the manor!"

"No!" Gu Jiu Ling quickly seized Xiao Yin's arm, "Go to the princess's manor!"

Xiao Yin didn't ask further; whatever she wanted to do, she could do, and anyone who made her uncomfortable would be killed!

Xiao Yin was never a good person; among countless people, they were the worst, and a few more lives meant nothing to them.

Gu Jiu Ling didn't want Xiao Yin to be falsely blamed; she wanted to prove her own innocence.

Gu Cheng could no longer sit; they stood up, eyes fixed on the wreckage outside the window.

Zheng Qi, usually noisy, turned pale and couldn't utter a word—who had said Xiao Yin was useless?

These assassins were top‑tier masters, yet Xiao Yin slaughtered them as if butchering chicks; even after being wounded, this was Xiao Yin's performance. Back then, the teenage general who once swept the continent with a roaring Longquan sword must have been unbelievably formidable.

Xiao Yin rode the horse with Gu Jiu Ling to the princess's manor, lifted her off the saddle, and although Gu Jiu Ling's leg had just been sliced by an arrow, she tried to walk on her own but Xiao Yin hoisted her sideways.

Royal guards left by Consort Duan at the gate, tasked with protecting the princess's manor from treachery, saw Xiao Yin appear and a flash of surprise crossed their eyes.

Wasn't Xiao Yin suppressing bandits in Chen Prefecture? How did they return to Jing Cheng?

The leading guard commander hurried forward: "Prince…"

Whack—!

Xiao Yin lifted a leg and kicked the man toward the doorway, forcing the heavy door to swing open.

The royal guards around drew their swords, but when they met Xiao Yin's cold, sharp gaze, they dared not advance.

"Good dogs don't block the road! Beware, I'll seize your dog‑dens as well!"

Those people instantly showed a flash of terror; if someone else said that, it might be fine, but Xiao Yin's words were always carried out—after all, everyone has wives and children, and it wasn't worth truly angering this madman.

Some stepped back slowly, while others charged, only to be kicked away instantly.

The guards in the princess's manor heard the commotion and rushed in, but were kicked away before they could speak.

The steward came forward and was kicked away.

Even the errand boy in the princess's manor was kicked away.

After a trail of wailing and howling, they finally reached the room where Cheng Ming was, and inside it was already in chaos.

The imperial physicians at the Grand Medical Hall were utterly helpless regarding Cheng Ming's condition, repeatedly blaming Gu Jiu Ling, refusing to admit their own lack of skill.

Someone came in to report that Xiao Yin had arrived, also bringing Princess Consort of Rui.

Princess Changping hurried out of the warm hall and faced the soaring Xiao Yin.

"Xiao Yin! What do you think of this place?"

Xiao Yin, however, carried Gu Jiu Ling into a side chamber, set her down, ordered someone to fetch the golden wound medicine, ignored the angry stare of the imperial elder sister, and knelt before Gu Jiu Ling.

He slowly lifted Gu Jiu Ling's skirt hem, applying the golden wound medicine to her injury.

The other side's Princess Changping also gasped, wondering why Gu Jiu Ling was injured; wasn't she in the Imperial Clan Office?

After treating Gu Jiu Ling's wound, Xiao Yin rose slowly and stared intently at their imperial elder sister: "Sister! Because you have never done anything immoral, I still address you as 'Sister', but you know exactly what you did tonight!"

When you employ someone, don't doubt them; when you doubt someone, don't employ them. Since I've had my Princess Consort treat your son's illness, you must trust her completely—what are you now?

My Princess Consort isn't something you can just toy with!

Today I'm laying things out plainly with you—tonight you let Jiu Ling go in to continue treating your son's illness, and we'll settle this slowly from now on.

If there's the slightest obstruction, do you believe I'll storm in right now and kill that little brat Cheng Ming?

I want to see— in your dilapidated courtyard, who can still match the speed of my sword?