Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 434 An eye for an eye
As the sun began to set, the snowfall that blanketed Mingdu gradually subsided. Fine snowflakes drifted down from the sky, landing on the compacted, cold, hard black earth, where they quickly melted into water.

Residents on both sides of the street were sweeping the snow in front of their doors before it got dark, in case the snow fell heavily overnight and the snow piled up on their doors the next morning.

In front of a courtyard facing the street in Nanshi, Zhao Wumian was carrying a broom, just like an ordinary resident, sweeping snow.

The girls in the courtyard were getting ready for their purple dresses, laughing and chatting happily. But Zhao Wumian couldn't help much. With nothing else to do, he decided to find something to do for himself.

After nightfall, the Ming capital would send people to bring Ziyi to the palace for the imperial concubine selection. A mere grassland princess was clearly not worthy of being the emperor's tutor as a maidservant... But they didn't take it seriously; it was just a little trick to sneak into the capital.

Once we enter the capital, everything will be much easier, and we can adapt to any situation.

The guards coming and going in the neighboring courtyard caught Zhao Wumian's eye, and he thought to himself that these Western Region merchants seemed to be of noble status, and these guards must be skilled, so the hiring fees must be considerable.

Occasionally, a Hu maid would go out and see Zhao Wumian sweeping the snow in front of the gate. She would immediately pause, then quickly return to the courtyard. Soon, she would go out in twos and threes, each holding a broom, slowly sweeping the snow, but she was clearly sneaking glances at Zhao Wumian.

Thanks to Meng Po, Zhao Wumian had a natural affinity for these Hu girls, unlike his hostility towards the Rong people. In addition, they had helped him, so he took the initiative to strike up a conversation with them.

"Would your master be interested in having a simple meal with us before entering the palace?"

Zhao Wumian's sudden speech startled them, and they seemed quite flattered. They quickly waved their hands and said in broken Central Plains Mandarin:
“My master values ​​this talent show very much, and I’m afraid he won’t have time… I appreciate your kind offer.”

Zhao Wumian felt a little regretful. If nothing unexpected happened, he would go to the Western Regions after the New Year. If he could make some friends in the Western Regions now, it would be easier to get things done later.

However, if one is too profit-driven and prioritizes profit in everything one does, it is not a good thing. Therefore, he did not insist, but only gave a word of advice.

"The Rong people are in decline. Being a maidservant to a princess of the grasslands is not a good place. If your master wants to serve the government, he might as well go south to the Central Plains."

The Hu maids all looked on in astonishment. "The people of the Central Plains look down on us Hu people from the bottom of their hearts, and they are not even as friendly to us as the people of the grasslands... How could those high-ranking officials of the court allow my master to serve in the palace?"

"The Marquis of Weiming of the Southern Dynasty is working to make this happen. Even though prejudices cannot be changed overnight, with him working around the scenes, it may be difficult to see results in five or ten years, but in twenty or thirty years, things will be different."

This wasn't just empty talk; Zhao Wumian had discussed this matter with Luo Chaoyan quite a bit. It wasn't about letting the Hu people replace the Central Plains people and create "cyber people from Guangdong," but simply about wanting the Hu people to live like normal people in the Central Plains.

After all, Zhao Wumian would eventually have to reclaim the Western Regions, and then the Western Regions would be part of the territory of Dali. Naturally, no one could be allowed to use this as a pretext to engage in abstract activities such as ethnic separatism.

This can be seen as paving the way for the recovery of the Western Regions and the unification of the world. After all, while military force can take the Western Regions as territory, it cannot win the hearts of the ordinary people in the Western Regions.

As for the Rong people... given their long-standing feud, Zhao Wumian was clearly not so kind.

"You also know Marquis Weiming?"

"I may not know you, but who in the world doesn't know you?"

Zhao Wumian clearly wouldn't reveal his secrets to just anyone, but he could easily boast about himself.

Why did Marquis Weiming want to facilitate this matter?

"Perhaps he also has a friend from the Hu people."

"Would it take twenty or thirty years for a friend?"

"Perhaps it's because Marquis Weiming is lusting after that friend's beauty? Doesn't everyone in the martial arts world say that Marquis Weiming doesn't care about money or power, but he does love women?"

Zhao Wumian laughed and joked about himself. He then shook his head slightly, put away his broom, and went back to the courtyard... If he continued to chat with these young girls, Yuan Mu would probably come out and pull his ear.

The several Hu maids looked at each other, picked up their brooms, and went back to the backyard.

"Was she chatting with that lecherous neighbor again?" Meng Po, wearing an outer robe with slightly damp hair hanging down her back, was sitting in front of her dressing table applying rouge.

The maids obediently told them everything.

Upon hearing them mention Marquis Weiming, Meng Po's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly, then she let out a cold snort.
"Marquis Weiming is just like that lecherous fellow next door. Putting aside his martial arts skills, his ability to steal a girl's heart is unparalleled in this field... Once I enter the palace, there will be no one watching over me, so don't listen to that lecherous fellow's sweet talk and be tricked into bed."

"I know~"

"Go down."

After the maid left, leaving only herself in the room, Meng Po put down the rouge, slightly annoyed.

I remember that naive young man who single-handedly rowed a boat with only a knife to save a complete stranger, a woman from the Central Asian tribe.

Now he is indeed known to everyone in the world. No matter where Meng Po goes, she can always hear the same person talking about him from different people.

As the maids' words echoed in her ears, "Perhaps Marquis Weiming is lusting after that friend's good looks," Meng Po's hand trembled, and she almost smashed the new bronze mirror again.

But then she remembered that Zhao Wumian seemed to have actually taken action because of that verbal promise, and she controlled her little impulse, so her expression softened a bit.

Is he really such a loyal and affectionate person? I haven't given him anything in return, just a verbal promise, and he actually took it seriously?

Meng Po couldn't help but have the same thought that Shen Xiangge had back then.

He's such a naive person.

That's why it's said that both women were once Yan Rongfei's last disciples.
Not a family, do not enter the door.

But Zhao Wumian treated Meng Po with sincerity, so she naturally didn't want to stab him in the back.

She wasn't like Xiao Yuanmu or Shen Xiangge, those scheming, scheming vixens who loved to scheme and plot for personal gain.

Of the three most notorious femme fatales in the martial arts world, only she is a good woman.

She was secretly pleased with herself and began to dress up and disguise herself.

Meng Po is a person with psychological fastidiousness. To her, entering the palace for the imperial concubine selection, even if it is just a performance, is a humiliation... Therefore, she will never use her original appearance.

In the neighboring courtyard.

When Zhao Wumian entered the room, he saw a group of beautiful women gathered in front of the dressing table. Zi Yi sat on the stool looking a little awkward. Because she was carrying a deadly poison, it was difficult for the girls to help her with her makeup. They could only give her instructions.

As Zhao Wumian approached, Xiao Yuanmu turned around, waving his fan, his tone carrying a hint of a smile.

"Oh, the Marquis Weiming, who doesn't know you all, is back. Playing dumb in front of a few naive young women who are new to the world, you must be feeling pretty good, right?"

"How exactly do you pretend to be weak to catch a tiger?"

"When they are in danger, I will reveal my identity and save their lives."

"Do I need to reveal my identity to save people? Killing people isn't based on the name 'Marquis Weiming'."

"That is to become a chivalrous knight-errant who leaves without leaving his name, so that he may win their hearts and be unforgettable for life," Shen Xiangge continued.

"Will this trick work on you?"

"If it's you, then it will work." Shen Xiangge chuckled. "I like you no matter what."

Su Qingqi looked up, about to say something, probably intending to make a sarcastic remark, but as Zhao Wumian approached, Ziyi also looked up and met Zhao Wumian's gaze.

Zhao Wumian was momentarily stunned. Zi Yi rarely dressed up, and her slight attire made him feel somewhat bewildered.

She sat properly on the stool, her hands clasped together and placed obediently on her lap. She wore a magnificent red dress with gold patterns, resembling an empress dowager's phoenix dress, which added to her elegance and nobility. The waist cinched, creating a perfect proportion. Her long legs, hidden beneath the dress, revealed a hint of alluring flesh through the curves of the skirt. Her hands were clasped together and placed obediently on her lap.

She looked up, her eyebrows adorned with a flame-shaped dot of rouge. With her delicate eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, straight nose, and red lips, her lively yet somewhat stubborn eyes looked away as if electrocuted when she saw Zhao Wumian, showing a hint of shyness.

Zi Yi raised her hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, then realized her reaction was somewhat embarrassing. She looked up at Zhao Wumian, feigning nonchalance, and smiled:

"I now have a way to sneak into the capital, what about you?"

“Me? I can come and go as I please, so you don’t need to worry about entering the city alone… Wherever you go, I’ll be right there.”

The woman in purple, her lips adorned with rouge, murmured something, thankful that she was now wearing red makeup... so she wouldn't have to worry about Zhao Wumian and the other sisters seeing her blush and making fun of her.

But she was unaware that her small ears, hidden beneath her hair, had already blushed slightly.

She lowered her gaze, nodded slightly, wanting to say something to tease Zhao Wumian and ease her embarrassment, but she felt that she would give herself away as soon as she opened her mouth, so she remained silent.

But her appearance clearly didn't fool the group of girls, and immediately a burst of teasing laughter filled the room.

As night fell, two magnificent carriages with red wheels and ornate hubs stopped in front of the courtyard. Palace servants, carrying large red lanterns, stood on either side, attracting the curiosity of the neighbors on Sifang Street, who began to whisper among themselves, making the once quiet street much noisier.

Because of the large number of people and the presence of many eyes, none of the girls came out to see her off. Only Zhao Wumian went out generously, linking arms with Ziyi, and saw her onto the carriage.

Neighbors from all directions saw them and couldn't help but be amazed; they were a perfect match, a match made in heaven.

Not only did they have this idea, but Ziyi felt the same way. She lifted her red skirt and slowly stepped onto the luxurious carriage.

In this scene, one can't help but imagine a wedding. The woman in purple is moved by the sight and turns to look back, her eyes filled with a mixture of joy and sorrow, hard to describe, as if shrouded in mist.

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Zhao Wumian asked her with a smile as he stood under the carriage.

The woman in purple pursed her lips, then suddenly smiled and said honestly:
Have you ever imagined what our wedding day will be like?

"No."

"No!?" The affection in Zi Yi's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a gnashing of teeth, as if she wanted to bite Zhao Wumian.

"It's bound to happen sooner or later, what's there to fantasize about?"

The woman in purple blinked, then smiled foolishly, her anger gone.

She lifted the carriage curtain, climbed into the carriage, and then impatiently lifted the carriage window curtain, leaning over it, and happily said to Zhao Wumian:

"You haven't complimented me on my looks yet today."

Why didn't you say anything when we were in the yard?

"With so many sisters around, how could I possibly accept that..."

The two ladies-in-waiting who were selected for the imperial concubine selection lived together and should have entered the palace together, so as not to imply that there was a difference in their order of arrival... If one of them was actually selected, they might be blamed for such a trivial matter in the future.

Therefore, the palace servants did not set off immediately, but waited for the foreigner to get into the carriage.

Zhao Wumian didn't care about the neighbors; instead, he and Ziyi whispered secrets to each other through the car window.

Meng Po didn't care about the lecherous man next door. She was dressed in an elaborate red dress and was escorted out of the courtyard by a group of Hu girls. Her attire was no different from that of the girl in purple, except for her makeup.

Clearly, these clothes were uniformly distributed by the palace in order to minimize the impact of clothing on appearance and temperament... so that truly peerless beauties could be selected.

Furthermore, the style of this red dress was specially made by Asur, imitating the clothing of the Southern Dynasty's imperial harem... clearly indicating that he wanted to select a second Luo Chaoyan.

The talent show was entirely based on Zhao Wumian's aesthetic preferences.

Zhao Wumian leaned against the carriage window, telling jokes to Ziyi to cheer her up. Across an alley, Meng Po, surrounded by Hu women, slowly boarded the carriage. The maids spoke worriedly in Hu language:

"May you have a safe journey, sir."

"The journey to the capital will surely be fraught with danger, sir. You must not take any risks."

"Okay, okay, go back now. You guys should be careful not to get tricked into bed by that lecherous guy next door."

Although there was a lot of noise and confusion around her, things quieted down a bit after Meng Po stepped into the carriage.

But her ears twitched slightly, and she could still vaguely hear Zhao Wumian and Ziyi talking.

Meng Po never expected to meet him in a foreign land like Mingdu. She just felt that the voice sounded somewhat familiar. Was she just imagining things?
She was about to lift the carriage curtain to look in Zhao Wumian's direction when she heard approaching footsteps.

dong dong dong ——

Zhao Wumian approached Meng Po's carriage and tapped it lightly a few times, taking the initiative to remind her since her little maid had helped him.

"The Rong people's deep palace is definitely not a good place to go..."

He gave a reminder, then shook his head slightly, saying that was all he had to say, and turned to leave... He couldn't be too enthusiastic towards a complete stranger like Ms. Hu, otherwise the girls would definitely be unhappy.

As Zhao Wumian left, the carriage returned to silence. Meng Po sat properly on the cushion, but her hands were now tightly gripping the hem of her skirt, her beautiful eyes wide open.

Zhao Wumian!? He's come to Mingdu too!?

She immediately wanted to lift the carriage curtain and look back, but that action would seem too deliberate... As expected, Ding Jingcheng was nearby, watching her enter the palace. If Ding Jingcheng guessed that she had a close relationship with Zhao Wumian, he would report it to the sect leader.

What happens to her is irrelevant, but the young Hu girls adopted in recent years must be made an example of by Shen Tu Bu Zui—either killed on the spot or sold into brothels.

Meng Po could only remain calm and composed in the carriage, her mind in turmoil.

"Get started!"

The palace attendants shouted, and the carriage immediately swayed and wobbled as it headed toward the majestic imperial city at the end of the main street.

Meng Po was right. She and Ding Jingcheng were both members of the Holy Sect. At this moment, with such an important matter as entering the palace, it was impossible for Ding Jingcheng not to be secretly observing.

He was half-squatting on the eaves of a building two streets away, wrapped in a black cloak, almost blending into the night, with a telescope in his hand, looking at Meng Po and the others two streets away.

More than half a year has passed, and Ding Jingcheng's injuries have long since healed. With his martial arts skills, if he wanted to hide in the dark, even if Canglang Han was nearby, he would not be able to detect him immediately, let alone the fact that they were two streets apart.

As a seasoned veteran, he was undeniably cautious... and at this moment, he was also grateful for his caution.

Ding Jingcheng held the telescope in both hands, staring intently at Zhao Wumian, who was standing on the long street, gazing into the distance through the image reflected in it.

His hands trembled slightly, and the image in the mirror also began to shake slightly.

Even if Zhao Wumian disguised himself, he could recognize him immediately just by his figure and temperament... There was no other reason than that this was a nightmare he had been having every night, a memory he had been having day and night.

Zhao Wumian's appearance immediately put Ding Jingcheng on edge, but then he thought that if he joined forces with Wudamu, Canglanghan, and Meng Po in Mingdu, their chances of winning would not be low.

Isn't this a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?
Although he and Meng Po are after the Imperial Seal of the State, they haven't made a move yet, have they?

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Killing Zhao Wumian is far more important than killing Jiu Zhong. I believe Uudam and Canglang Khan can also distinguish between what is important and what is urgent.

Ding Jingcheng gazed at Zhao Wumian in the telescope. The slightly trembling image gradually calmed down, turning into a chilling killing intent.

The telescope's view was narrow, showing only Zhao Wumian's upper body. He stood on the long street, and even after the carriage had gone far away, he remained standing in the same spot.

A hint of doubt arose in Ding Jingcheng's heart. Suddenly, through the not-so-clear mirror, he saw Zhao Wumian facing the direction of the carriage, but a pair of bright, dark eyes were looking at him sideways from the right side of their sockets...

!! ?
Ding Jingcheng's heart skipped a beat.

In the scene reflected in the telescope, Zhao Wumian suddenly raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and pointed it directly at Ding Jingcheng.

call out!
A sharp, piercing sound suddenly broke the silence of the night, and a faint black line could be seen slanting upwards, abruptly piercing the sky and leaving a barely perceptible hole in the snow.

The scene shifts, and Zhao Wumian is nowhere to be seen on the long street. In the blink of an eye, he has crossed two streets and appeared on the roof where Ding Jingcheng was just lying.

Ding Jingcheng was nowhere to be seen on the eaves, leaving only a telescope pierced through the center and a few drops of blood on the eaves.

Snowflakes fell in fine flakes, quickly becoming soaked with blood.

Zhao Wumian, dressed in black as if in the night, stood on the eaves, looking down at the telescope and the bloodstains. After a few seconds of silence, he turned around to look at his surroundings.

No trace.

He laughed freely, "The effect of using Shaman's Six Meridians Divine Sword for the first time was not bad, but it's a pity that it's still a bit lacking. I need to try it a few more times... However, the capital of the Rong people is indeed a place where dragons and tigers are hidden and heroes gather. It's a pity that those who hide their heads and tails and secretly spy are not heroes."

Zhao Wumian left leisurely, not intending to pursue him closely. It wasn't until a moment later that Ding Jingcheng slowly emerged from a dark alleyway.

His face was already deathly pale, his right eye was bloodshot, and blood slid down his face and dripped onto his clothes, but he didn't even notice.

His right eye is now useless.

If he hadn't possessed exceptional martial arts skills and lightning-fast reflexes, it would have been his head that was pierced through.

One glance at Zhao Wumian and an eye was gone... This was practically an instant kill by Zhao Wumian in a single encounter.

But he is a martial arts champion who has been famous for nearly fifty years, not some nobody master.

The two are both highly skilled, but when did the gap in their martial arts skills become so large?

Ding Jingcheng shook his head slightly, suppressing the shock in his heart, and hurriedly flew away.

Meng Po sat inside the carriage leading to the palace, biting her lower lip tightly, her mind still in turmoil, lost in thought about Zhao Wumian. Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from the air, the carriage curtain swayed gently in the wind, and a glint of cold light pierced through the gap, penetrating the carriage and embedding itself in the wall.

Meng Po came to her senses, her expression unchanged, but she drew her throwing knife and looked it over with her eyes down.

The blade of the throwing knife was engraved with several characters in a flowing, calligraphic style.

"Enter the palace to find someone and kill Zhao Wumian."

Meng Po pursed her lips slightly, and Ding Jingcheng, who was indeed spying from the side, discovered Zhao Wumian's whereabouts.

How could he be so careless, making no attempt to conceal his identity while in Mingdu?

If she were around, Zhao Wumian could have a hundred different identities to roam the martial arts world if he wanted.

I don't know what the point of him marrying so many wives? None of them are of any use.

Especially Shen Xiangge, the dignified Lady Canghua, who has mastered the art of disguise that can change the appearance of a thousand people, actually refused to disguise Zhao Wumian.

She's the most useless.

Although it is unknown whether Shen Xiangge came to Mingdu with him.

Meng Po actually began to resent Zhao Wumian in her heart, but she couldn't help feeling troubled.

Even with Zhao Wumian's martial arts skills, it would be wishful thinking for him to infiltrate the Rong people's capital city. Otherwise, why would he send his wife to the palace on business?
It was clearly impossible for him to meet Zhao Wumian inside the palace.

But does she really have to go to the palace to inform them?
Meng Po knew he was capable of killing Shamantian and possessed exceptional martial arts skills, but was Uudam really weaker than Shamantian? Furthermore, what if the other martial arts masters joined forces with him…

If this news gets out, Zhao Wumian might really be doomed in Mingdu.

Meng Po's mind was in turmoil. She wanted to find a way to inform Zhao Wumian, but she didn't want to reveal her identity, lest it harm the Hu girls she had adopted.

They are innocent.

Meng Po didn't have time to think before the carriage entered the imperial city. She raised her hand to lift the curtain and looked at the white stone imperial road, the patrolling guards, and the countless black-clad sentries hidden in the shadows. Her heart sank.

Once she entered the palace, it was clear that she couldn't leave at will before the matter was resolved, otherwise she would certainly arouse suspicion.

The Rongren Imperial City was Uudam's territory.

The Rongren Grand Preceptor, who had lived for a hundred years, was undoubtedly the number one swordsman in the martial arts world before Zhao Wumian entered the scene.

On the surface, the only martial artist stronger than him is Ji Yingshi, whose fate is unknown... and Ji Yingshi is even Uudam's master.

These two should be working together.

Even Zhao Wumian, according to the people of the martial arts world, is only comparable to Uudam in terms of current strength.

Therefore, as soon as she entered the imperial city, Meng Po felt a chill run down her spine, which added to her pressure, as if Uudam was looking down on Mingdu from a high place, monitoring her every move.

A palace maid lifted the carriage curtain, gesturing for the passenger to disembark, and smiled slightly.

"We've arrived. Please get out of the carriage and enter the hall."

Meng Po took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. Maintaining the demeanor and aura of the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world (as she called herself), she gracefully stepped out of the carriage and onto the snow-free imperial road.

Zi Yi also got off the carriage. She knew nothing about the current situation and her martial arts skills were not very high. Therefore, she was not as wary of Uudam as Meng Po, and was quite relaxed compared to Meng Po.

She looked around with a hint of curiosity, thinking to herself that the Rongren imperial city and the deep palace of Chaoyan were not much different.

As Yuanmu said, it was truly a case of Dong Shi imitating Xi Shi.

Zi Yi noticed that Meng Po was staring at her. She looked at her in confusion, then gave her a polite smile.

Meng Po's eyes showed a hint of amazement, but after regaining her senses, she smiled at Zi Yi as well.

The two women stood together, smiling at each other, a sight that could eclipse the world and dispel the oppressive atmosphere of the martial arts world.

Meng Po looked away, but her cheeks puffed out almost imperceptibly; she suddenly didn't want to report the news anymore.

Look at Zhao Wumian's wives, each one more beautiful than the last. They seem to be living a very carefree life. Why would he need to fawn over him?
snort!
Meng Po decided to neither help Zhao Wumian nor do anything for Ding Jingcheng... Let them fight it out themselves, preferably until the whole city is in chaos.

In this way, she could easily take advantage of the chaos to steal the Imperial Seal of the State.

This is the style of a vixen!

Meng Po, who not long ago was narcissistic about herself being the only good woman among the three great bewitching women of the martial arts world, quickly made a decision.

However, if she hadn't informed them, Zhao Wumian and Ding Jingcheng probably wouldn't have fought. After all, Ding Jingcheng was no match for Zhao Wumian, and without the intervention of the Rong people, he would never have been able to die.

So as long as Zhao Wumian behaves himself and doesn't let Uudam know his whereabouts, it seems that she doesn't need to worry about his safety.

Thinking of this, Meng Po finally calmed her mind.

Zi Yi was completely unaware of Meng Po's thoughts, and was still wondering if she could steal some good things from the national treasury after entering the palace.

Each woman had her own thoughts, and led by palace servants, they slowly walked into the magnificent hall.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yuanmu sat in a chair, drinking tea, and looked at Zhao Wumian, who had disappeared for a while.

Zhao Wumian gently pulled on his dark cloak, shaking off some of the accumulated snow, and said:

“There was a thief spying on us just now, but he was too far away and he was well hidden, so I don’t know who he was. I only know that he was Wu Kui, and his right eye was pierced by my Six Meridians Divine Sword. It must be crippled.”

The women in the room immediately sat up straighter, and Mu Li'er asked with a serious expression, "Uudam?"

Zhao Wumian shook his head slightly, "If Uudam knew I was here, he would have come looking for me directly and started fighting long ago... He's not the kind of person who likes to hide."

"Then who else could it be? The next Imperial Advisor, Canglang Khan?" Xiao Yuanmu pondered for a moment, then raised her eyebrows slightly, her beautiful eyes brightening, and said:
"Why haven't you gone to the palace with the Imperial Tutor yet? I'm here, what are you afraid of?"

Zhao Wumian looked at Xiao Yuanmu, who was rubbing his hands together in anticipation, and immediately understood his childhood sweetheart's little thoughts, and smiled helplessly.

"You've finally recovered from your injuries, and now you want to find someone to beat you up?"

"I've been holding back for so long, I'm eager to kill a few more to get back into the swing of things."

Xiao Yuanmu stood up, clasped his hands together and squeezed them, then picked up Zhao Wumian's Wuhen Blade, his tone slightly excited as he said:

"We can operate on two fronts. You and the Imperial Tutor will search for the Imperial Seal in the palace, while I'll cause some trouble outside the palace to attract the attention of Uudam and Canglang Khan."

Xiao Yuanmu certainly had the right to say that. Her family was not just Zhao Wumian's pretty face. Every single one of them could command respect in the martial arts world... except for the adorable little mute princess.

Zhao Wumian really didn't need to stay in the courtyard. With just her family, even if Uudam really came, it was hard to say whether they could get past Xiao Yuanmu.

Since Xiao Yuanmu debuted, he has been compared to Wudamu in the martial arts world. However, the two have not yet met, so it is unclear who is stronger.

However, as a top figure in the martial arts world, even if Xiao Yuanmu is weaker than Wudamu, the difference is only slight.

The other girls, remembering this, calmed themselves down. Su Qingqi then asked:

"That thief had one eye blinded by you, young master, does he really still have the audacity to provoke us?"

"If he dares to cause trouble, then we'll continue, making a scene in Mingdu to cover Zhao Wumian's actions in the capital. If he doesn't have the guts..."

Xiao Yuanmu considered for a moment, then shook his head slightly, "Then we'll be happy to have some peace and quiet."

At this point, the conclusion has been reached.

Zhao Wumian knew better than anyone how skilled Xiao Yuanmu was in martial arts, and with her as his pillar of strength, he was indeed at ease.

After a brief chat, Zhao Wumian flew away, his figure quickly disappearing into the night like a ghost, vanishing into the magnificent imperial city...

(End of this chapter)