Chapter 1426: The Beauty Who Is an Undercover General Plays with 17

The three juggling youths each held a jar of liquor, tipped their heads back and drank, then spat out a ball of flame into the air.

The atmosphere was lively and bustling.

The spectators circling couldn't help but clap and cheer, gasp in amazement, and shake their heads repeatedly.

"Marvelous! Truly marvelous! To have such divine abilities!"

"They say this troupe rarely performs; today we've really struck luck!"

Muyue, held in Jin Chen's arms as he rode forward to watch, exclaimed, "Amazing! Brother, look! They're amazing!"

Jin Chen, smiling, gazed at Muyue's eyes before turning to the juggling partners, "They are indeed impressive."

The onlookers gathered in ever greater numbers.

The fire performance was full of vigor, and amid the hazy smoke, killing intent arose.

"Where did this smoke come from? It's choking!" After everyone reacted, the whole performance area was filled with thick smoke, making breathing sting the nose.

"Hurry, hurry."

The spectators fumbled trying to leave, unable to see people or things, bumping into each other one after another.

"Brother!" Muyue was suddenly shoved away, her grip on Jin Chen's hand slipping loose; she blinked blankly, her eyes smoked over and unable to see anything.

Suddenly, Muyue's expression tightened slightly as she heard the secret signal unique to the Xiwu assassins.

The wet nurse mother has met with misfortune.

"Come with me, quick!" The man who uttered the code again whispered a threat, leading Muyue away.

Meanwhile, Jin Chen, who had intended to go over and stop them, was confronted by three spectators drawing blades, highly skilled in martial arts.

"War God Ghost General! Hmph! Today I'll make you pay with your life!"

Once the smoke dissipated, Muyue had already left the place.

Perhaps tonight will be a good opportunity.

Jin Chen's thoughts stirred; he temporarily halted his attack, seeming to be forced back as he withdrew, while the assassins besieging him grew ever more numerous.

As Jin Chen withdrew from the city, in the alley at the street's end,

No longer the earlier delight, Muyue returned to her former gloomy and sinister demeanor, her venomous gaze fixed on the several spies opposite.

Muyue asked in Xiwu language: "Who sent you here! What exactly happened to my mother?"

"The monarch is furious," the man who had earlier sent the secret signal said, "It's been almost two months and you still haven't made progress."

Muyue replied coldly, "That's the Crimson Sky Kingdom's War God—if you're capable, go kill him yourselves!"

"Arguing with us is useless," that person sneered.

"The monarch has ordered that our new inner agent will take over the mission to find the map and secrets; you only need to kill Jin Chen."

Having said that, the person on the far left pulled a horn hairpin from his bound sleeve; Muyue recognized it—it was the one he had carved for her mother!

"Give it back!"

Muyue lunged to snatch it, baring her teeth like a wolf pup, "Don't go too far! You must keep your promises!"

"Haven't the three months passed yet!"

"Smack!"

The tall man on the left lashed Muyue fiercely with a whip, "This isn't the attitude you should have when speaking to us! Lowest‑rank assassin slave!"

Muyue endured the whip without a sound, having been trained this way since childhood; she was used to it—better to be whipped then kill, as she had always done, having slain many.

But she recalled what Jin Chen had said that day.

"He is my brother's treasure; he must not be hurt again."

Muyue's expression shifted abruptly; she caught the next whip lash head‑on, then reversed her grip to seize the man's throat and slit it with a blade.

"You! How dare you……"

The other two were shocked; they never expected the monarch's worries to come true—Muyue actually dared to kill a warrior!

For the strictly hierarchical Xiwu Kingdom, this is nothing short of a terrifying affair.

Muyue gripped the hilt, her gloomy stare fixed on the two, smiling eerily, "Actually… this isn't the first time."

He slowly drew near, tilting his smooth black hair, murmuring nervously, "Killing you is the only way I won't arouse my brother's suspicion……"

"No… Jin Chen! Don't you want to see Jin Chen? He's surrounded by our warriors! Uh……"

The lifeline shouted in the crisis came too late; the cold‑glinting dagger hilt stabbed into the throat, pulled out and stabbed again, and the two could offer no resistance at all.

"Brother……"

Muyue wiped the blood specks from her face, "I'm going to find you."

——

Outside the wilderness, beside a dead tree in the desert.

"Is the Crimson Sky Kingdom's War God nothing but a deserter?!"

Having pursued Jin Chen all the way here, the Xiwu Kingdom warriors are exhausted from running; this man seems born to fly—each time they almost catch him, he slips away.

Here, far from the city gate, even a fight would not harm civilians.

Jin Chen halted his steps, standing like a sharp sword in the desert, his whole body exuding an oppressive presence that makes people hold their breath.

This instead put the dozen or so Xiwu warriors who had just been cursing on alert, circling him as they slowly shifted their steps.

Sand flew up, and then the killing began.

"Protect the general!!" Shiyou rode his swift horse, followed by a large detachment of patrol troops, "Kill the Xiwu assassins!"

"Not good! An ambush!" The Xiwu warriors started, drawing their blades to meet the attack.

Even a dozen warriors aren't enough for Jin Chen to slay single‑handedly, let alone the fierce troops of the Divine Might Battalion.

Yet Jin Chen felt this group's expedition might not truly be to kill; sure enough, when only two remained, one of them roared.

"Traitor general! You kidnapped my Xiwu Kingdom's little prince Muyue; the monarch will not spare you!"

Turns out he was waiting here.

Not bad, got it without any effort.

Jin Chen raised an eyebrow; as he lifted his blade, he saw a sharp knife fly past and pierce straight into that person's throat, killing him in one strike.

Shiyou and the patrol soldiers followed the direction of the blade and looked over, only to see Muyue standing silently not far away, her expression unprecedentedly panicked.

"Xiwu State… Little Prince?!" Shiyou could hardly believe his ears, then quickly reacted, pointing his blade at Muyue.

"Don't come near the general!"

The path Muyue took toward Jin Chen was blocked by the Shenwei Camp's soldiers, arduous and difficult, as if to highlight the disparity in their status.

Jin Chen adjusted his thoughts and expression, then turned sideways to look at him, his tone indifferent: "Little Prince."

Just those three words made Muyue's heart feel as if cut by a knife, the depths of her eyes soaked with tears, a scarlet haze.

"No…" Muyue's beautiful face was streaked with tears as she slowly walked toward Jin Chen, completely ignoring the dagger already at her throat.

Jin Chen frowned, gave Shiyou a look.

Damn! Shiyou got goosebumps from being looked at, quickly sheathed his blade—turns out the general wasn't angry at all! Can't afford to provoke him, can't afford to provoke him.

"Older brother… I'm hurt again."

Muyue walked up to Jin Chen, complaining under her breath, showing him the whip that had lashed her, her voice soft and coquettish: "Later when we go back, remember to hug me more."

This time, however, she didn't get to wait for the hug and response.

Muyue endured the silence, letting out a helpless sob.

"Muyue."

He heard Jin Chen whisper: "What is your mission?"

"Are you going to kill me?"

Muyue suddenly found herself frozen in place, unable to speak, as if a clot of blood blocked her heart.