The seductive princess is no longer being pursued; the aloof prime minister is facing a crematorium.

Chapter 145 Is Lord Pei going to lecture me again?

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jinshuang crossed her arms and said in a serious tone, "Your Highness, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. My relationship with Lord Pei is completely innocent. Where would we go to spend the night together?"

Wen Fengcang chuckled lightly, twirled his soft sword, and looked at Jiang Jinshuang with a smile.

Under the moonlight, the girl's bright eyes and white teeth made her stunningly beautiful.

He was like a venomous snake, lurking and watching his prey.

With undisguised aggression.

"I was quite interested in what Her Highness said to me before she left," Wen Fengcang paused, still smiling, "I wonder if Your Highness would be willing to discuss this with me in detail?"

As he spoke, he ran his index and middle fingers across the blade, then lightly flicked the blade.

The sword emitted a clear, melodious sound.

Jiang Jinshuang seemed not to understand Wen Fengcang's "warning," tilting her head slightly with a half-smile: "Your Highness, this is not the way to ask for favors."

Upon hearing this, Wen Fengcang chuckled lightly: "Does Your Highness think that I am begging you?"

"It is said that the prince who was exiled by the Northern Huai Monarch was born to a woman from Wan Jin after the Northern Huai Monarch had a drunken affair while on a campaign."

Jiang Jinshuang spoke casually, completely unconcerned about Wen Fengcang's cold expression.

"The Lord of Beihuai looked down on the people of Wanjin, so he killed that woman. But before she died, she entrusted her child to someone else, and no one knows where he is to this day."

At this point, Jiang Jinshuang glanced at her fingernails listlessly and slowly said, "Your Highness, do you think I can find this down-on-his-luck prince that no one else can find?"

The next second, Wen Fengcang chuckled lightly, his eyes instantly sharpening!

"I suspect that Your Highness will bleed under my sword first."

"Zheng——"

It sounded like a long sword slicing through the night sky.

In an instant, the cold longsword was pressed against Jiang Jinshuang's forehead.

If she had moved just half an inch further, she would have cut open the space between her eyebrows.

Jiang Jinshuang still looked at him with a smile, without flinching at all.

She narrowed her eyes, her expression somewhat nonchalant: "Your Highness, you really are impatient."

Wen Fengcang raised his eyebrows slightly: "Lord Wan said that Princess Zhaoming's martial arts skills are superb and unfathomable."

"In all my years of life, I have never seen anyone worthy of such a title," Wen Fengcang said with a pause, then smiled, "How about Your Highness and I have a contest?"

Jiang Jinshuang slightly raised her hand, and her beautiful, fair fingers lightly gripped the sword.

The moonlight, as clear as water, made the soft sword glow.

"I have heard that the sword in His Highness the First Prince's hand is as soft as silk and can be wrapped around the waist as a belt."

"The Lord of Beihuai values ​​his eldest prince highly, so he sought out the toughest steel in the world and forged it into this soft sword through a secret method."

At this point, Jiang Jinshuang lowered her eyes and chuckled softly, "It's just a pity."

Wen Fengcang raised an eyebrow: "What's a pity?"

next second.

With a "click,"

An extremely rapid yet extremely faint cracking sound came.

The smile on Jiang Jinshuang's lips vanished, leaving only a pair of cold, deep eyes.

The legendary soft sword, said to be able to cut through iron like mud and sever a hair with a single blow, shattered easily, so easily, in front of Wen Fengcang.

Even tiny fragments of iron fell, reflecting the moonlight like snowflakes.

The bell rang as it fell to the ground, and all was silent.

Jiang Jinshuang still held the tip of the sword in her hand.

She tilted her head toward Wen Fengcang, her tone suddenly turning cold: "It's just a pity that after today, the Northern Locust Sword Manual will be missing a fine sword."

Wen Fengcang gripped the sword hilt even tighter, his knuckles turning slightly white.

His eyes were filled with astonishment and surprise, and his gaze toward Jiang Jinshuang was full of shock!

The supposedly toughest black iron, between her fingers, resembled a delicate flower branch.

A fleeting emotion crossed Wen Fengcang's eyes!

His eyes widened, and his gaze toward Jiang Jinshuang was filled with a complex mix of emotions.

"Who are you?"

Jiang Jinshuang did not answer Wen Fengcang's question.

She casually tossed the shards between her fingers onto the ground, a cold smile finally appearing on her lips. "Your Highness, now we can have a proper chat."

—She wanted Wen Fengcang to see the situation clearly and understand his own position before they could communicate effectively.

It will save you a lot of unnecessary trouble.
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When Pei Du left the palace, Wen Fengcang had already left.

The moonlight shone on the girl's head, outlining her graceful and elegant figure.

She stood in the moonlight and night, more lonely than the bright moon itself.

Pei Du stepped forward.

"Are you done talking?"

He spoke.

Jiang Jinshuang turned around with a smile: "We're done talking."

My gaze slowly moved down from his eyes.

It landed on the silk sash at his waist.

Because he couldn't exert any force with his hands, the knot he tied around his waist was loose and looked uneven.

Seeing this, Jiang Jinshuang stepped forward and grabbed his belt.

The knot was easily untied. Jiang Jinshuang didn't say anything, but bent down to re-tie his belt.

Above him, Pei Du's voice was clear and cold: "Trying to get something from a tiger."

These four simple words are the assessment of Jiang Jinshuang.

Jiang Jinshuang smiled, seemingly unconcerned: "Is Lord Pei going to lecture me again?"

The man's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

His deep voice trembled from his chest: "Your Highness seems to always be thinking about being alone."

One man plotted against a tiger, another schemed against the envoy from Beihuai, and yet another handled everything.

She always wanted to do everything by herself.

“Being alone is good, Pei Du,” Jiang Jinshuang said, taking a step back as she looked up at him with a smile. “With no ties, I can do many things.” A neat and tidy knot was tied around Pei Du’s waist.

Pei Du parted his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

He wore a crane-feather cloak and was broad and tall.

Before he could speak, footsteps could be heard in the distance.

"Who is it?! Who's over there?!"

They are patrolling guards.

Jiang Jinshuang was stunned for a moment.

Before she could react, an arm wrapped around her waist.

Pei Du held her waist and turned her slightly, switching their positions. The huge crane cloak then completely covered her figure!

Before long, a group of guards armed with weapons arrived at the two of them!
Pei Du was tall and, with his cloak covering him, shielded Jiang Jinshuang completely beneath him.

The leader of the officers and soldiers immediately became respectful upon seeing Pei Du.

He clasped his hands in greeting to Pei Du, saying, "This humble official greets Your Excellency, the Grand Secretary!"

Pei Du had his back to the group of people. He glanced sideways and said in a cold tone, "I've come here to see how far the renovation project has progressed."

This can be considered an explanation.

"Ah..." The chieftain paused, scratched his head, and cautiously asked, "Did you hear anything else, sir? I think I heard... a woman's voice over here..."

The leader glanced at the head the man was protecting beneath him and realized what was happening in an instant!

So, Your Excellency, are you having a secret rendezvous with a lady here at night...?

Realizing this, the leader shrunk the last few words.

As soon as he finished speaking, he hurriedly tried to salvage the situation: "Y-maybe I misheard you!"

Jiang Jinshuang was completely shielded in Pei Du's arms.

He held her lower back with one hand and protected her head with the other. His ear was close to Pei Du's chest, and she could hear his rapid yet steady heartbeat.

The sandalwood scent enveloped her.

With her headdress in a mess, Jiang Jinshuang shifted uncomfortably in his arms.

The next second, the hand around her waist tightened slightly, pulling her into his embrace.

—It was like a silent signal, telling her not to move.