Quick-wear flirting system: being spoiled by gods in the plane

Chapter 118 The Cold Knight of the Western Noble Family (13)

Ronnech watched their actions silently from the side, her well-maintained face contorted with unease, and her eyes darkened.

She put in a lot of effort to win over her daughter's heart and to secure this top knight in the country as her son-in-law.

I finally managed to get him to marry me, but he just sits there like a heartless wooden post all day long. Ugh... it's so unlucky to look at.

Just because he didn't marry that little brat?
The reasons for bringing him along on this trip to the Teren Empire were twofold: firstly, for safety during the journey, and secondly, to let him see how that little bitch was being tormented.

Didn't you want to see her?

Good, that's the best way to make him give up on that idea!

The most important thing is to focus on helping her daughter's unborn child inherit the throne!

The old emperor is critically ill, and the Eastern Kingdom is about to face a change of dynasty. She must find a way to make friends with some important foreign figures at this spring banquet in order to pave the way for the future.

Ronnech tried to calm his anger.

To be fair, Weves has at least taken responsibility, both in his treatment of Winnie and in the past month-long trek through mountains and rivers.

He led his entourage and fought off countless bandits who committed arson, murder, and looting. In any case, it was still a few days' journey before they were fully inside Terren, so they couldn't let the person protecting them lose heart.

Thinking of this, Ronnech maintained a kind expression and said, "Good boy, you should eat some too."

A glance from her eyes interrupted her daughter's attempt to speak, and Ronnech continued, "You must have had a long and tiring journey."

“You know Winnie’s personality. She’s a bit delicate, and being pregnant with your child and frightened by the bandits along the way, that’s why she behaved improperly.”

"Young couple, don't hurt each other's feelings."

Every word he uttered was a gentle, smiling reassurance, something Wilves had heard countless times.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and his lips, which were chapped from not speaking often, were tinged with blood.

A hoarse voice replied, "Yes."

"ah!!---!!"

"Attacked!!!! Attacked!!!!!"

Suddenly a commotion broke out outside the tent, and Weves quickly got up, grabbed his sword, and walked outside.

"Mother, mother..."

The loud screams were chilling, and Winnie quickly hid behind the woman, trembling.

Without looking back at the two, Weeves solemnly lifted the tent flap and walked out. In an instant, an arrow whistled past his ear and shot straight into the room!
"Aaaaaah!!!!" A woman's piercing scream echoed from inside the house.

When Weves looked back, the arrow had pinned Winnie's skirt to the ground. Screams erupted from the room, making our eardrums ache.

He drew his sword and shouted at the servants who were fleeing in panic outside, "What's the rush!"

"Meet the enemy!"

Perhaps it was because the men's valiant fighting had been witnessed by everyone that many of the servants began to tremble as they picked up their swords and began to gather towards the location of the men in the tent.

The snow continued to fall heavily, and the wind was so cold that it was hard to open one's eyes. Wilves squinted and observed his surroundings, quickly pinpointing the locations of several stray arrows. Under the cover of his men, he began to flank and launch a sneak attack.

A moment later, the sound of arrows stopped, accompanied by several screams.

"Sir! The brothers all suffered only minor injuries! One of the maids is dead!"

"..." Braving the wind and snow, Wilves silently wiped the blood from his sword and slowly said, "They're not bandits. Be careful..."

Before the attendant following beside him could even finish his chuckle, a gust of wind pierced through him, and a dart pierced his head!
He fell straight to the ground.

Wilves paused, his face splattered with warm blood, then reacted and shouted, "Back towards the tents!!"

"call out!--"

As soon as he finished speaking, another gust of wind mixed with snow came straight at him!
Using his sword to deflect several darts, Weeves led the group to retreat, during which his attendants groaned and collapsed in pain.

They weren't from the same group, and Wilves realized this, his expression turning serious.

Despite the decision being made immediately, many servants and maids still perished in the snowstorm.

In an instant, the white snow was tinged with a vibrant red.

Not far away, a group of people, hidden in the high trees, watched silently.

"grown ups……"

Mel pursed his lips, gripped the binoculars in his hand, and looked at the indifferent figure on the horse with some worry.

The assassination attempt on the Dongguo guest at the banquet already illustrates a point.

That guy in the Duke's mansion...there's something wrong with him. Lancelot: "..."

Mel also wanted to make amends, especially since he had breathed a sigh of relief when the first wave of assassins attacked.

Although the distance was far and the shape of the arrows could not be seen with a telescope, with decades of experience, how could Mel not know that those arrows came from the Teren Empire?

Without a doubt, it was someone sent by the old Emperor Louis. Their purpose was nothing more than to stir up trouble, create discord between the Duke and the Princess, and prevent the Duke's mansion from finding peace. That was not a big deal.

But when the second group of people came out... Mel pursed her lips.

There was an unusual silence on this side, but on the other side of the snow, before even entering the tent, sharp and painful screams could be heard. Wilves' expression darkened, and he led the few remaining people back into the tent.

Upon opening the lid, one could see a graceful woman in a green dress lying lifeless in a pool of blood, her forehead pierced by a dart.

Beside her lay a woman in a purple dress, trembling, her neck covered in blood and her chest pierced by a dart.

Seeing Weves enter, Winnie's eyes were bloodshot and red as she immediately launched into a tirade of curses. After a few swear words, her voice slowly turned into a shrill murmur:
"It hurts, it hurts so much..."

"Save me, save me..."

"I'm carrying your child! You can't leave me alone, no, you can't leave me alone..."

Wilves frowned, strode over to the woman, tore off a corner of her purple dress and used it to tightly bind the bleeding area. He then pulled over a terrified maid to take her place and press the bleeding area firmly.

As for the chest area… Wilves frowned.

The dart was poisoned; there was probably no way to save it.

"My lord!! The enemy is here again!!!"

From the outermost point came the servant's heart-wrenching cries. Wilves lowered his eyes, drew his sword, and stepped forward.

The wind and snow intensified, and the tents, already torn apart by arrows and darts, rattled and swayed in the wind. The cold wind rushed in, startling everyone into shivering with fear.

There was still no movement outside.

"S-Sir..."

The next second, the tent was uprooted by the strong wind and turned into shreds that were overturned on the ground!
The group was once again exposed to the wind and snow, like conspicuous targets, at any moment vulnerable to being completely killed by unknown killing intent.

Fear filled the air, and screams and cries echoed throughout.

Yu Ci arrived just in time to witness this scene.

We're a little late.

“…” Yu Ci glanced at the man in the crowd from afar, then lowered her eyes and held the person in her arms tightly.

He addressed the assassins whose consciousness had been controlled, saying, "Wait for my command."

"Yes."

Yu Ci glanced casually at the woods not far away, and in that instant, she knew she had met the man's gaze.

Busy with military affairs?

Yu Ci wanted to laugh, but also felt somewhat helpless.

He still doubted her.

Although her suspicions were correct, she was still a tiny, tiny, tiny bit sad.

Why? Yu Ci lowered her eyes.

The wind and snow rose again, blowing up the girl's tightly fitted black cloak and faintly revealing her white mask.

Yu Ci reached out and hugged the motionless person in her arms, then strode towards the group of people in the snow.

Wilves was the first to see the shadowy figure.

"M-My lord..." The attendant beside him was terrified.

The man who was called remained silent, his hand, still covered in congealed blood, slowly and silently gripped his sword.

The closer they got, the stiffer the man's body became.

Until Yu Ci got really close, Weves was completely stunned, his eyes bloodshot as he stared intently at the figure in the girl's arms.

Yu Ci walked up to the crowd, glanced indifferently at their wary, guarded, and fearful eyes, and finally looked at the man who was on the verge of collapse.

After a long pause, she whispered:

"Don't you want to know something, Wills?"

"Is the one in my arms your lover?"