Chapter 80: I Don't Like That Look

Kill! In an instant, the ten black-clad men, like wild horses breaking free of their reins, spurred their horses forward and charged straight into the bandits.

A sound of fighting rang out all around.

Jiang Yunchu closed her eyes, Zi Su covered Yue Yue's ears; the little girl, in her dream, seemed to be having a sweet dream, and showed a sweet smile.

But…

Just then!

An arrow flew toward the carriage door.

That arrow seemed to trigger some mechanism, as a rain of arrows came from all directions, heading straight for the two carriages.

An Wu appeared!

"Ah!" Zhang Cunwen was about to cry out, but then seemed to think of something, instantly covered his mouth, his eyes filled with terror.

Ning Qiancheng and Ning Hanmo exchanged a glance, then used something to block the windows on both sides.

And An Wu stood before the carriage, tightly guarding its door, not letting a single arrow pass.

And even more arrows shot straight toward Jiang Yunchu's carriage.

Zi Su's face turned pale as she tightly held Yue Yue, biting her lip to keep from crying out.

And Jiang Yunchu, eyes closed, repeatedly tapped her right hand's fingers against her palm—once, twice, three times…

"Shadow Squad, move!"

Just then, that clear, cold voice suddenly issued another command.

Twenty guards appeared out of nowhere, immediately rushing in different directions—exactly the directions from which the arrows were flying.

The arrows paused for a moment…

Aside from the sounds of fighting, pleas for help, and cries for mercy, there seemed to be no other noise.

"Brothers, retreat." The bandit second chief, seeing the continual appearance of people, realized the problem.

They're being used as targets!

But…

"Leave?"

After the female voice finished speaking, its rising tone never changed.

Then followed.

It was a string of bell-like laughter, as if they had watched a play, making people unable to hold back their joy, bursting into loud laughter.

But paired with the corpses littering the ground and bloodstains everywhere, everyone only felt a chill in their hearts.

Just as the second chief was leading the bandits to flee, the person in the carriage spoke: "I… did I agree to that?"

Five words!

The black-clad men who had first appeared suddenly fought with renewed desperation, their attack rhythm rising layer by layer; if before it had been probing, now it was killing intent.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, we are just a small band of bandits; please, madam, spare our lives."

That second chief, while blocking the incoming broadsword, shouted loudly.

He knew that whether he could survive depended on whether that madam was soft-hearted; if that madam was soft-hearted…

Then…

The arrows had already disappeared; part of the shadow had hidden itself, while another part of the shadow pursued the archers as they left.

Jiang Yunchu's slender hand gently pushed open the carriage door, and she stepped out.

Step by step, lotuses blossomed with each step.

Beautiful—they had never seen anyone so beautiful, like a celestial maiden who had inadvertently fallen into the mortal world.

But…

The woman in plain white walked up to a man—none other than the filthy-mouthed man from before—and while everyone else's eyes showed astonishment, his depths held greed and lechery.

"Hah…"

Jiang Yunchu smiled, like a Bodhisattva who saves all beings, bearing a compassionate smile.

But,

Suddenly, she snatched an arrow and drove it straight into that man's eye.

"Ah!"

Intense pain made him cry out, his whole body convulsing in agony.

"I…"

All one could see was the woman smiling, blood spattering her; she seemed oblivious, and that smear of blood made the man look all the more sinister and alluring.

"I don't like that look."

I don't like it,

then,

just destroy it!

She laughed lightly, and whether it was the bandits or those lurking in the dark, their hearts and minds were shaken for an instant, a chill spreading through their bodies.

Beneath that fragile exterior, just what kind of heart does she have?

"You lowly woman, I'll kill you!" The man, covering his eyes, suddenly realized—he had lost an eye, and it was all over.

His eyes were full of venom, like a snake, a poisonous snake.

Suddenly, he gripped his dagger and lunged upward; the people of the Regent Prince's Manor swiftly stabbed their blades into his abdomen, but his inertia made him move a fraction faster.

The man's expression twisted, his dagger held without pause, straight for Jiang Yunchu.

"You destroyed my eye, so I will take your lowly life!"

Profit!

"Princess Consort!"

"Mother!"

"Princess Consort!"

"..."

The people of the Regent Prince's Manor widened their eyes, Ning Hanmo's eyes suddenly turned red, he jumped off the carriage and ran forward, hoping to reach in front of the short blade.

Everyone's gaze gathered here.

The people of the Regent Prince's Manor, no matter where they were, everyone was moving, all heading in one direction.

They knew full well that it was too late, they couldn't make it.

But they still came, those cries of alarm, those shouts, continuously ringing in their ears.

"Mother! Don't!"

The short blade drew ever closer, Jiang Yunchu seemed to have been frightened stupid, her body didn't move an inch, she stared straight ahead, watching the position of the short blade, watching the person whose eyes she had gouged out.

Ning Hanmo tripped over the grass, a sharp pain shot through his leg, but he continued crawling forward.

It was originally just an instant, but in this time period, time seemed to be infinitely stretched…

"Someone with such a filthy mouth doesn't deserve to die standing!"

"Her clear, cold voice, on this battlefield, seemed to press the pause button!"

Everything that had just been moving now froze in place.

Jiang Yunchu reached out, directly snapping that person's arm, the short blade fell into midair; she turned, kicked with her toe, and caught the short blade in her hand.

With a casual motion, her body went straight down, following the man's painful collapse to the ground, the short blade went straight into his mouth and out the back of his head.

"A mouth full of filth—let's wash it clean with blood…"

No one responded, no one spoke.

Spattered blood fell on her moon-white robe, two drops splashed onto her face; when she lifted her head, her jet-black pupils, clear black-and-white gaze, made everyone who met her eyes feel a sudden chill down their backs.

The man on the ground struggled for a moment, then completely lost his breath.

And Jiang Yunchu, half-kneeling on the ground, slowly rose; the blood blossoms like red plum blossoms, slowly blooming on her moon-white clothing.

"Kill!"

The woman lifted her head; her stunning beauty remained, but only a chilling killing intent lingered.

As that single word fell, the people of the Regent Prince's Manor seemed to have taken a stimulant, each raising their blades and cutting down the mountain bandits' lives.

Three youths tightly covered their mouths, afraid that if they cried out they would trigger the killing god's nerves.

In Ning Hanmo's eyes, there was only Jiang Yunchu.

Seeing his mother standing there safe and sound, his recent despair, the icy chill all over his body, seemed to warm up as if temperature had returned.