Chapter 73: Volume 1, Chapter 73: If Anyone Is to Bully, It Can Only Be Him

Although Yun Qiyue hadn't figured out how to get Jiuyuan to agree to lend someone, after deciding to try, she took action.

So, taking advantage of the fact that it wasn't dark yet, Yun Qiyue hurried to the kitchen to make a few snacks, packed them into a food box, and had the servants in the mansion harness a carriage, and she went out of the city.

And at this time, someone who had been watching Yun Qiyue saw Yun Qiyue's carriage go out of the city and immediately ran into the city.

Not long after, that person appeared in front of a young master. "Heir, Young Lady Yun has gone out of the city."

This young master was none other than Heir Ming'an. Upon hearing that Yun Qiyue had gone out of the city, Heir Ming'an looked sinister: "Since she created such a good opportunity for me, how can I easily let her go?"

As the carriage moved away from Jingcheng and drove toward the suburbs, Yun Qiyue suddenly felt a sense of unease.

Just then, the carriage suddenly stopped.

Yun Qiyue's brows were tightly knitted, and she already had a bag of poison powder and a scalpel in her hand, her eyes looking sharply at the carriage curtain.

"You... don't kill me, I... I'm innocent. If you want to kill, kill Yun Qiyue."

The coachman's voice sounded outside the carriage, making Yun Qiyue's eyes even colder.

Most of the servants in the General's Mansion listened to her because they feared the slave contract in her hand. It was normal for them not to be loyal when encountering trouble, but it was very unpleasant that they were so eager to see her die.

However, following the sound of a sword piercing flesh, and something heavy falling to the ground, Yun Qiyue knew that the coachman was already dead, and she gripped the scalpel in her hand even tighter.

"Yun Qiyue, are you coming down yourself, or are we going up to invite you down?" A familiar and somewhat sinister voice came; it was Heir Ming'an.

Yun Qiyue pulled open the curtain and walked out, not even looking at the dead coachman, and looked coldly at Heir Ming'an.

"Why, has the poison on Heir Ming'an been cured?"

Upon hearing the word "poison," Heir Ming'an's face turned sinister and ugly, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Yun Qiyue carried resentment. "Yun Qiyue, hand over the antidote, and this Heir can spare your cheap life."

A cheap life, huh?

Yun Qiyue's eyes became even colder.

Then she wanted to see whose life was cheaper today.

Thinking this, Yun Qiyue's figure rushed out like a ghost. Target: Yu Ming'an.

Because Yu Ming'an had the experience and lessons from last time, he was far away from the carriage and was accompanied by guards, so even though Yun Qiyue's speed was fast, the subordinates and assassins brought by Yu Ming'an were not vegetarians, and they blocked Yun Qiyue before she could touch Yu Ming'an.

Yun Qiyue was a little disappointed, but not surprised. In the blink of an eye, she was already entangled with those assassins.

What if she didn't have lightness skills or internal energy?

What if her strength wasn't enough?

In her previous life, didn't she also survive desperate situations time and time again?

Yun Qiyue held the scalpel, and at this moment, she was as bloodthirsty as a killing god.

With every movement of the knife, blood was seen, and every time blood was seen, it sealed the throat.

If it was too late, she would sprinkle poison powder. In less than a cup of tea, Yun Qiyue was surrounded by corpses.

Yu Ming'an looked at Yun Qiyue, his eyes full of indescribable terror.

She, she definitely wasn't Yun Qiyue!

How could Yun Qiyue be so powerful?

But when his gaze fell on Yun Qiyue's face, Yu Ming'an was pulled back to reality.

That face—if it wasn't Yun Qiyue, who could it be?

Seeing the black-clad men getting fewer and fewer, Yu Ming'an, who cherished his life, didn't dare to stay long. He looked at Yun Qiyue sinisterly and said in a low voice, "Go!"

Yu Ming'an took his subordinates and left in a hurry and panic. Yun Qiyue's cold eyes looked in the direction Yu Ming'an left.

Because of this glance, she was slashed and injured.

However, this pain also brought her back to her senses, as she was already exhausted, and she continued to join the battle...

The night wind whistled, and the smell of blood spread in the air. Yun Qiyue was covered in blood, and even her face was full of bloodstains, and there was not a single black-clad assassin left on the ground.

Even though Yun Qiyue's body was trembling slightly from overexertion, her eyes were still clear and cold.

Not looking at those corpses again, Yun Qiyue lifted her slightly trembling feet and walked firmly toward her carriage.

With a swish, the scalpel cut the rope connecting the horse to the carriage. Yun Qiyue dragged the food box out of the carriage, tied the food box to the horse, and then flipped onto the horse herself, tying her body tightly to the horse's back, before saying to the horse, "Be a good horse and walk forward."

The straight-line distance ahead was the territory of the Ghost Night Pavilion.

With that, Yun Qiyue flicked the horse's reins and shouted "Giddy-up."

The horse galloped, but Yun Qiyue felt dizzy and lost consciousness not long after...

In the Forbidden Land of the Ghost Night Pavilion, Ye Lanjue felt a sense of irritability for no reason, his expression unhappy.

Just then, a ghost-masked man came in a hurry. "Master, Young Lady Yun is here..."

Ye Lanjue looked up. "Let her in."

What was this woman doing here so late?

Ye Lanjue frowned, his expression becoming even colder.

Ghost-masked man: "But... but Young Lady Yun, she... she fainted..."

As soon as the ghost-masked man finished speaking, he felt a black shadow flash by. When he steadied his eyes to look again, there was no one there.

At this time, at the entrance of the Forbidden Land, several ghost-masked men looked at the bloody person on the horse, their expressions nervous, but they didn't dare to approach.

Because the one on the horse was the only person the Master had ever brought back to the Forbidden Land of the Ghost Night Pavilion—the Master's woman—and they didn't have the guts to touch her.

However, looking at the blood gathering on the ground and the continuous blood dripping on the ground all the way the horse had traveled, they were incomparably panicked in their hearts.

If this wasn't handled, and Young Lady Yun's blood ran out, would they be buried with her?

"What should we do?" Someone asked.

"Should we go and invite Xu Lao over?"

Then, someone really went to invite Xu Lao.

But before Xu Lao arrived, Ye Lanjue had already arrived.

Seeing the lifeless woman on the horse's back, Ye Lanjue's heart tightened slightly, and killing intent filled his eyes. "Go and investigate, see who hurt her like this, this seat wants them to wish they were dead!"

This woman—if anyone was to bully her, it could only be him.

The woman he had temporarily let go, someone actually dared to hurt her to such a state; they were simply looking for death.

The ghost-masked man took the order and went to do it immediately.

And Ye Lanjue had already walked to the horse, raised his hand and shook it, shattering the rope that bound Yun Qiyue, and holding Yun Qiyue, he disappeared from the entrance of the Forbidden Land.

Other ghost-masked men were also preparing to leave, but saw a food box tied to the horse's back.

"This... could it be that Young Lady Yun brought it specially for the Master?"

Several ghost-masked men looked at each other, but no one dared to open the food box, only carefully taking it down, and then carrying the food box to find the Master.

On the other side, after Ye Lanjue brought Yun Qiyue to his room, he first fed Yun Qiyue a pill, and then frowned.

The more he looked at that blood-stained dress, the more glaring it felt.

Damn woman, weren't you very capable, even daring to provoke him?

How could you let yourself be hurt like this?

Ye Lanjue was even more irritable and asked angrily, "Why hasn't Xu Lao arrived yet?"

"Master, he's here, he's here..."

A panting voice came from outside.

Then an old man with white hair and beard carrying a medical box ran in in a sorry state.

As soon as he entered, Xu Lao felt the immense pressure in the room, so scared he almost retreated again.

But, he didn't dare.

So Xu Lao could only bite the bullet and go forward. When he reached the bedside, he didn't dare to let Ye Lanjue move aside, so he could only endure the huge pressure, trembling with fear as he took Yun Qiyue's pulse... ===== CHAPTER 74 =====