Chapter 134: Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Four

At night, after a staged fight convincing enough to pass for real, the Cheng Jia Xiaoyuan was left in complete disarray.

All the Cheng Family guards lay sprawled on the ground, and the Cheng Family women had been bound and loaded onto a Horse Carriage.

Chen Ying led a group of people setting out toward the border Snow Mountain.

After they left, Cheng Feng and the others climbed up from the ground, exchanged a glance, and ran up the Mountain.

Just as the small courtyard fell quiet again, three black shadows suddenly flashed out.

The leader turned his head and gave an order.

"Just as I suspected! Into the city at once, to the City Lord's Manor!"

"Yes!"

The words barely fell when, under the moonlight, the three black shadows raced at top speed toward Beihuang City.

Meanwhile, on the other side, inside the swaying Horse Carriage.

In the darkness, Cheng Old Madam held the Small Dumpling tight against her chest like a little stove, nuzzled his plump forehead with her chin, and asked softly.

"Yu'an, were you scared just now?"

The little one shook his head, lifted it from his great-grandmother's embrace, patted his own little chest with a small hand, and in a milky, soft little voice said something that carried a note of firmness and boldness.

"Yu'an is a little man, Yu'an's very capable, I'm not scared at all!"

The little one even took out a toy handgun.

"Pew pew pew!"

"Great-grandmother shouldn't be scared either."

"Yu'an will definitely protect everyone!"

Hearing that milky, energetic little voice, the others in the Horse Carriage exchanged knowing smiles, and some of the tension and anxiety was dispelled.

Outside the Horse Carriage, Chen Ying, riding a Horse, caught the sound, a trace of worry settling on his face, and he glanced back.

He wondered how things were going on his father and Yi Jiang's end.

……

Meanwhile, inside the City Lord's Manor at this moment.

A patrol squad of six guards was making its rounds; after passing the back gate, the moment their front feet left, three men in black flipped over the wall and in.

The three cautiously glanced around, and after scouting, the leader raised a hand; the other two men in black darted swiftly in one direction.

The leader pulled down his black face-covering, revealing Qingmu's face.

Recalling everything he had just witnessed, his expression darkened.

"Chen Ying, you really are up to something!"

Fortunately, His Imperial Prince was so thorough-minded that he had them quietly abduct Chen Yijiang.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came, and another patrol of guards arrived.

Delay breeds trouble; Qingmu dared not linger, and hurried after them.

The three slipped all the way into Yi Jiang's courtyard, knocked out the guards watching the place, and quickly approached the room.

They pushed open the door, and the moment they stepped inside, one guard froze in his tracks.

Qingmu sensed something was wrong at once, and then faintly heard a soft creak.

"Not good, there's a hidden weapon!"

Qingmu called out in a low voice, but before he could finish, all three felt a gust of cold air from overhead; they looked up and saw a large log crashing down.

The three hastily drew their Long Swords and slashed at it, and the log was split into several pieces in an instant.

But although the log was broken, the flour that burst out from inside blinded all three of them.

"Cough cough cough!"

Qingmu choked and coughed nonstop.

Immediately after, a large net dropped from above and trapped the three of them.

Chen Delin appeared with the guards and surrounded the three of them tightly.

Qingmu was about to struggle, but his hands and feet felt all weak and limp.

Seeing this, Chen Delin let out a cold laugh.

"Feeling weak all over? The flour was laced with Knockout Drug — don't waste your effort!"

At this point, Yi Jiang, who had been pretending to sleep, could hold back no longer.

He excitedly ran out holding a little water gun.

"Hahaha!"

"You big baddies, take this from my gun!"

As his little hand pressed again and again, cold well water mixed with chili juice sprayed onto Qingmu and the other two; the three were stung by the pepper and sneezed nonstop, snot and tears flowing uncontrollably down their faces.

The water mixed with the flour on their bodies quickly turned into a sticky, gooey paste.

Qingmu and the other two were in a sorry state.

Seeing them like this, Yi Jiang put his hands on his hips and laughed proudly.

"Hahahaha!"

"Weren't you trying to ambush me?"

He stuck out one index finger and beckoned the three of them over.

"Come on, Little Master me is right here!"

Having said that, he kept pressing the water gun.

Seeing this, Chen Delin's eyelid twitched violently.

"Yi Jiang, stop!"

But it was already too late. The ice-cold water briefly restored the strength of Qingmu and the other two, and the three of them used all their might to slash open the large net.

Qingmu lunged forward like a vicious wolf, charging straight at Yi Jiang.

Yi Jiang was startled. His little face went pale, the water gun in his hand dropped to the ground, and his whole body froze on the spot.

Chen Delin tried to step forward and block him, but was entangled in combat by another black-clad man who had broken free.

After Qingmu once again slashed and wounded two guards with his sword, there were no more protectors left by Yi Jiang's side.

He let out a cold laugh and reached out to grab Yi Jiang's shoulder.

When his fingers were only an inch from Yi Jiang, he suddenly felt a fierce gust of cold wind coming at him from the side.

He hastily dodged aside.

The next instant, two flying darts embedded themselves into the ground where he had just been standing.

Immediately after, countless flying darts shot toward him and the other two black-clad men.

Seeing this, Chen Delin quickly ran to Yi Jiang's side, shielding him as they retreated to a safe spot.

Then, five mysterious masked men leapt down from the wall and began fighting Qingmu and his companions.

In truth, Qingmu's side and the mysterious men were evenly matched in martial skill, but after a bout of fighting, the blood and qi of the three surged. The drug's effects, which had been suppressed earlier, kicked back in, and they quickly went weak in the hands and feet, lost their strength, and were captured.

Qingmu collapsed on the ground, glaring resentfully at the Chen Family grandfather and grandson.

"How did you know we were coming tonight?!"

Chen Delin gave a cold snort.

"A man about to die need not know so much!"

"Men! Tie them up and take them away!"

He then walked over to the five mysterious men, cupped his fist toward them, and bent at the waist to thank them.

"Many thanks to the five young heroes for your assistance."

One of them helped him up.

"Chen Old Master need not be so formal. We were also acting on someone's commission. Since the matter is resolved, we'll take our leave."

With that, the five activated their Lightness Skill, leapt back onto the walltop just as they had come, and in a few bounds vanished into the night.

Staring at the spot where they had disappeared, Chen Delin was briefly lost in thought.

"Acting on someone's commission—could it be the Cheng Family?"

"But the way these five fought, without a single wasted move, every strike drawing blood, every blow landing on flesh—such ruthlessness looks more like an assassin's style…"

Just as he was thinking, his hand was suddenly grabbed and shaken.

Looking down, he saw his little grandson, head lowered and listless.

He crouched down and ruffled Yi Jiang's head.

"Were you terribly scared just now? It's all right now, don't be afraid."

Yi Jiang pouted his little mouth, his big eyes misty with tears, and his words carried a faint, choked sob.

"Grandfather, I'm sorry. It was all my fault just now."

If he hadn't sprayed the chili water onto those three bad men, they wouldn't have suddenly regained their strength, wounded so many guard uncles, and almost gotten Grandfather hurt.

Chen Delin patted his shoulder.

"Yi Jiang wanted to help—Grandfather knows all that. But you're still young. If you ever run into something like this again, you must hide somewhere safe.

"Being able to protect yourself is the biggest help you can give Grandfather and your father. Remember that?"

Yi Jiang pressed his lips together and nodded.

But in his heart, he quietly made a firm resolve.

From now on, he would study martial arts properly!

Suddenly, he raised his head.

"The injured guard uncles need to be taken care of properly."

Chen Delin nodded.

"Don't worry, Old Zhao will handle it."

As they spoke, grandfather and grandson walked hand in hand toward the room.

Meanwhile, dozens of miles away at the foot of Snow Mountain, Chen Ying finally relaxed his brow upon seeing the dots of Kongming lanterns in the night sky.

He turned his head, gazed ahead, his expression resolute.

Next, he would have to focus entirely on dealing with Shang Xiaomin!