Chapter 490: Jiang Wen Fu Has Returned

He directly dodged the attacker's strike, and then the Gentleman's Sword finally left its sheath, thrusting straight at the second person.

"Old…… big……"

When the second person was about to speak, all that could be heard was a hoarse, rattling breath—his throat had already been pierced straight through by a sword.

"Minus one."

At this point, Ning Chengyan could finally stand straight, his agility exceeding before.

The Gentleman's Sword in his hand seemed to have merged with him—one person, one sword, a gust of pure wind.

"I'll speak."

"I'll speak."

The leader never imagined that the teenage general, made godlike by Da Ning's fame, would have such high martial skill.

They were five people, but now only he remains.

And those four corpses were scattered all over the courtyard.

Ning Chengyan's long sword pointed downward; its silver-white blade kept dripping blood, and under the moonlight the crimson hue seemed to carry a deadly allure.

"Don't kill me, I'll speak." The leader's face was filled with terror.

This is no mere teenage general; he is a murderous demon.

Ning Chengyan, however, curled the corner of his mouth, glanced at him lightly, and his laugh in that night carried a hint of strange color.

"Speak?"

"No, you don't want to speak."

When Ning Chengyan's long sword swung down again, it split a piece of stone to the side.

And that stone was right beside his neck.

But that person didn't even have time to catch his breath before the silver-white long sword swept over again—this time…

"Ah—"

The night was so quiet that even the sounds of the fight weren't loud.

Yet that wailing sound made anyone who heard it shudder—just how immense the pain must be to elicit such a miserable cry?

"I only severed your tendon—why scream like that?" Ning Chengyan walked over step by step; at some point, blood droplets spattered his face, making him look even more frenzied.

"I've told you everything—give me a quick death, let me die swiftly."

The leader no longer hoped to survive; he only wished for a swift death.

This person is a devil, tormenting him.

"Death?"

Ning Chengyan used his thumb to gently wipe the blood from his face, so Yun chu wouldn't see him like this—Yun chu would be frightened.

"Too easy."

As his words fell, the silver-white long sword swept out once more.

This time, it severed his tendon.

"Ah!"

Just as that person opened his mouth, Ning Chengyan kicked a stone that flew and struck true, directly muffling his anguished cry.

"Shh, keep it down—my Young Princess Consort is timid."

Ning Chengyan extended his left hand and lightly raised a finger in the middle of those red lips.

The man's eyes widened; if not for his eye sockets holding them in, they might have popped out.

"Timid?"

"Does your Young Princess Consort know what you look like now?"

"You haven't even scared her to death—how could she be timid?"

One question after another flashed through his mind, yet none could give him an answer.

"Why won't you speak? Do you despise me? Why won't you keep me company and talk?"

"No……"

"Did you come to find me?" That voice was so gentle, so smooth like jade.

If one only heard the voice, they might think it belonged to an elegant young lord or a lute-playing scholar.

In any case, one would never imagine it to be like this now.

The man stared with wide eyes, then shook his head.

"No…… no……"

But he couldn't make any sound.

Ning Chengyan looked at him, then lightly shook his head, saying, "Boring."

Then he directly plunged the long sword into his neck; as the sword was pulled out, it brought up a spray of blood.

Just as he left, a figure had already slipped into Rhyme Courtyard.

That person wore plain gray hemp clothing, his whole demeanor unremarkable and calm.

"Second Uncle." Jiang Yunchu sensed the movement, turned around directly, and looked at the visitor.

The visitor wore a black mask, revealing nothing of his bearing.

Jiang Wen Fu looked at the person before him, let out a soft sigh, and said, "How did you know it was me?"

Counting the days, he should return the day after tomorrow.

Unexpectedly, Yun chu directly revealed his identity.

Jiang Yunchu smiled, poured a cup of tea for his second uncle, and said, "I guessed."

"I was betting on your concern for me."

She lightly lifted her head, looking at the person who had already removed the mask, "No matter how it ends, I will win."

Jiang Wen Fu glanced at her, and finally gave a light smile.

Perhaps it's because he hasn't smiled in a long time, or perhaps he is naturally stern; his current smile instead carries a hint of stiffness.

"Your temperament is completely unlike your mother's."

Jiang Yunchu raised an eyebrow, "Who in the world is exactly the same as anyone else?"

"Second Uncle, are you here to clear up my doubts?"

When her jade pendant shattered, Second Uncle had already sensed it, setting off earlier than anyone had anticipated.

As for the emperor's uncle, it was he himself who said it.

But on Second Uncle's side, he already knew when the soul tablet shattered.

Jiang Ze Yang has returned.

"Take me to see him." Jiang Wen Fu spoke.

Jiang Yunchu felt somewhat embarrassed; her smooth, tender white fingers lightly tapped the tabletop, producing a faint, intermittent sound.

"You're reluctant?"

Jiang Wen Fu looked at Yun chu, asking somewhat unexpectedly.

However, he also felt somewhat stifled inside; that man, regardless of whether they cared or not, they had painstakingly raised the child.

After all, is it still that the father-daughter bond is deep?

Yun chu said somewhat awkwardly, "Can you two not fight?"

Jiang Wen Fu furrowed his brows, "Are you afraid he'll get hurt?"

"Don't worry, I might not be able to beat him."

"Just……"

Jiang Yunchu shook her head, "I'm afraid that if you fight, the force will be too great and might overturn my Wang Fu; repairing it later would cost money."

"Otherwise, why don't you go fight outside the city and come back afterward?"

"We've waited all these years; we don't mind this short while, right?"

That cautious demeanor made all of Jiang Wen Fu's previous speculations and anger vanish in an instant.

"No fighting." Jiang Wen Fu assured.

Jiang Yunchu nodded, "If you're going to fight, do it outside, not in the courtyard."

"You two, fight however you like, just don't destroy anything."

"Understood?"

Jiang Wen Fu thought for a moment, "Ying Ying has never been this money-obsessed before, has she?"

Could it be that during their time at the Jiang Fu, they didn't dare to manage or inquire, which caused her to develop this money-obsessed nature?

"All right." Jiang Wen Fu clenched his fist, then finally relaxed it, reluctantly agreeing.

"Got it, let's go, let's find Jiang Ze Yang." Jiang Yunchu brought Jiang Wen Fu along, then they went straight to the bamboo forest.