Chapter 48

Yang Jun's foot flew out in a kick, but there was no impact sound when kicking the chest; instead, Yang Jun felt something soft and extremely elastic.

Although Yang Jun's strike erupted with great power, the opponent merely swayed, took two steps back, and dissolved his attack.

Could it be that he absorbed his power?

No way, does this guy have some demonic skill? Or is his body just too special?

Yang Jun's strike didn't succeed, but he didn't stop; instead, he immediately swung both arms and launched an attack at the follower.

"Great Sage Plucks the Immortal Peach!"

At this moment, Yang Jun launched another attack.

Of course, taking advantage of the momentum, he unleashed the move he considered most effective.

"Huh? How come there's nothing?"

Yang Jun froze for a moment, his hand empty; his pluck yielded nothing.

"Rascal! I am……"

The opponent, after receiving this strike, seemed both ashamed and angry.

A sharp, thin voice rang out, and Yang Jun attacked again.

"Are you a rascal?"

In the midst of his words, Yang Jun was already attacking and thus seized the follower.

One hand pulled at the waist, the other covered the mouth; simultaneously, he shoved and pressed hard, subduing the person and pressing them firmly to the ground.

Yang Jun himself then immediately pressed down, landing squarely on the person's body.

The restrained person's body twisted, continually struggling.

From their mouth came continual murmurs of protest.

Facing this, Yang Jun showed no mercy, increasing force with both hands.

"Speak, who sent you? Otherwise, I'll kill you!"

Yang Jun questioned coldly, and the murmurs from the opponent's mouth grew more intense.

"Will you speak or not? Tell me, will you speak or not?"

Yang Jun grew more dissatisfied, raising his voice, loudly questioning while the hand pressing on the body twisted hard, flipping the person and pressing them to the ground.

The hand that had been covering the mouth was raised high and came down hard on the buttocks of the person he was pressing.

The crackling sound spread through the back alley of the Armory Sword Cottage.

Soon, Yang Jun felt the person beneath him trembling slightly, with faint murmurs.

His hand moved again, turning the person over.

He pulled off the black cloth covering the opponent's face.

In an instant, a familiar and exquisitely lovely face appeared before his eyes.

"How could it be you?"

Seeing that face, Yang Jun involuntarily let out an exclamation.

Who else could it be, being pressed down, threatened, and spanked, if not the Sixth Princess of the Great Xia, Yun Xiyue?

Yang Jun was also exasperated, staring at the woman with a displeased expression.

"Yun Xiyue, what exactly do you want to do? Why are you following me?"

【This woman really is sick, and her illness has flared up.】

【She shouldn't be Zhou Tian's woman, and she should be bearing his children; why is she clinging to me now, what's going on?】

【Idiot, a big idiot with illness!】

Yang Jun was very dissatisfied; in his view, the Sixth Princess Yun Xiyue's behavior was sick, and completely inappropriate.

Yun Xiyue was now both ashamed and anxious; feeling greatly wronged, she wanted to respond, but she heard Yang Jun's inner voice.

Well, you little brat, after all that, you not only don't think you're wrong, but you've caused all this?

Thinking of all this, Yun Xiyue glared at Yang Jun fiercely.

"You're the idiot; your whole family are big idiots with illness!"

Amid Yun Xiyue's angry scolding, she also felt something was off.

"Ah, rascal, bastard, damn it, what are your hands doing?"

Yun Xiyue shouted, only then realizing that Yang Jun's hand was still pressing tightly against her chest.

However, earlier she had been too tense to notice.

Yun Xiyue exclaimed, and amid her scolding she kicked and hit Yang Jun, even lowering her head to bite his hand.

"You crazy woman, are you a dog?"

Yang Jun winced in pain, shouted angrily, but feeling guilty, he dared not use too much force.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yun Xiyue immediately responded, flipping over and pushing Yang Jun down, now she had the upper hand, pressing directly onto him.

"Yang Jun, as the Heir of Prince Pingxi, you only know how to sneak attack, and it's shameless and evil; you're going too far!"

Yun Xiyue stared at Yang Jun, one hand poking his body to retaliate for his earlier attack.

However, Yun Xiyue didn't realize that by doing this she had taken back the advantage.

"Yun Xiyue, if you're not sick, you'd better get up quickly; you leave this place, I came here for something important."

"I really can't fathom what's in your mind; knowing there's danger, you still dare to follow—what do you want to do? Go, hurry up and leave."

Yun Xiyue spoke repeatedly, a flash of dissatisfaction crossing her eyes.

While speaking, she also unconsciously shook her head.

Letting this woman follow will surely cost lives.

Because of her dragging me down, my life could be lost.

Even if I'm not held back by her, if she suffers any injury, the old emperor will fly into a rage and my life will surely be lost.

Everything here is a trap; the emperor dug a trap for himself, the emperor's daughter came to watch me jump into it, and most importantly, that emperor's daughter is herself part of the trap.

If I am even slightly unsuitable, she will throw stones into the pit and bury me.

Who would have thought Yang Jun had already said all that, yet the present Yun Xiyue still has not the slightest intention of paying her any heed.

Yun Xiyue's eyes shifted, and she had no intention of leaving.

Furthermore, at this moment she has no intention of letting go of Yang Jun; she simply lies down and, with both arms, hugs Yun Xiyue even tighter.

"Yang Jun, quit putting on an act in front of this princess; I've already seen right through you, inside and out!"

Yun Xiyue spoke in a dissatisfied tone, over and over.

But when she gazed at Yang Jun, a hint of a smile appeared in her eyes, and she felt more satisfied.

The more Yang Jun behaves this way, the more it shows that he actually cares about himself.

"Yun Xiyue, if you're ill, go get treated right away; stop dragging me down, okay? I'm really afraid I'll be dragged to death by you—that's not the outcome I want!"

Yang Jun looked at Yun Xiyue before him, said this, and then unconsciously shook his head.

Having this woman is a major pitfall in my failed life.

Zhou Tian's woman, that destined span of days—what can I do to face it? Can it even be changed?