Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 251 My husband, I'm late (2)

Traveling in winter can be quite troublesome.

Even with the carriage traveling at breakneck speed from Ningping to here, changing horses and carriages along the way without stopping for a moment, it still took several days. Her cool eyes fixed on the accumulated snow outside, even Luo Tianxuan couldn't help but feel a hint of worry in her gaze.

She hadn't felt this heart-wrenching feeling in a long time.

She wouldn't allow anyone to harm her husband, not even a grandmaster-level expert.

"Don't worry, Song Yan will be fine." Yu Shuang, in the same carriage, yawned, her eyes revealing undisguised fatigue and a hint of resentment. She had clearly started cultivating earlier than Luo Tianxuan and had been stuck at the ninth-grade martial artist level for a longer time, yet the other had somehow surpassed her. In fact, she was the one who taught Luo Tianxuan her entire cultivation; calling her Luo Tianxuan's master wouldn't be an exaggeration. What was going on now?!
Can the student surpass the teacher?
Of course, Yu Shuang had an excellent relationship with the Luo sisters, Luo Tianxuan and Luo Tianyi, like an elder and also like close friends who could talk about anything. Yu Shuang's feelings weren't exactly jealousy, just a little annoyed.

And just because she heard that her husband was in trouble, she suddenly broke through to a higher level? Since when has the advancement of a martial artist's realm become so trivial?

Also, Tianyi was the same. She was an eighth-grade martial artist before, but after going into seclusion to fight against the backlash of desires, she came back as a ninth-grade martial artist.

Yu Shuang felt a little annoyed. Compared to the two sisters, what exactly was she lacking?
However, seeing Luo Tianxuan's worried eyes, Yu Shuang couldn't bear it in the end: "That guy Song Yan, although his strength is not that great, he is very cunning. Even some old foxes can't compare to him. Even if Hua Lianyue of the Hehuan Sect kidnaps him, she may not gain much advantage."

"Besides, if Hua Lianyue really wanted to kill someone, Song Yan would have no chance of surviving. Since she only kidnapped him, it shouldn't be enough to kill Song Yan, so don't worry too much."

“The Hehuan Sect are all shameless vixens. Who knows, they’re probably having dual cultivation with that Song boy. He’s probably having a very comfortable time right now.” Yu Shuang said casually, but Luo Tianxuan tilted her head, seemingly seriously considering the possibility: “If that’s the case, then that’s great. My husband won’t have to suffer.”

Seeing Luo Tianxuan's serious expression, Yu Shuang couldn't help but be taken aback. She waved a small hand in front of Luo Tianxuan's eyes and said, "Hey, are you even listening to what I'm saying? Your husband, your man, is going to cultivate with another woman. Don't you care at all?"

Luo Tianxuan blinked: "What's there to care about?"

"It's just a matter of having a few more women to serve you, is it really worth worrying about? In any case, I am the legal wife, and that's enough."

Yu Shuang: "..."

Luo Tianxuan stood up: "Something seems wrong ahead. I'll go scout ahead."

……

Pingyang City.

The camp of the garrison troops was not originally located in the city. It was forcibly requisitioned by Qian Yaozu after he became the governor of Pingyang, perhaps because he felt that it would be safer to have enough soldiers in the city.

The military camp was also deathly still.

Most of the soldiers were sitting on the ground, back to back, fast asleep. Occasionally, a few soldiers could be seen patrolling the camp. Every soldier had a sallow complexion, sunken eyes, and their faces were filled with exhaustion and hunger. Through their unsteady steps, it was easy to see that these soldiers had little fighting strength left.

"General Zhang, let's do it."

A muffled, suppressed sound came from inside the tent.

“That old bastard Qian Yaozu has even stopped giving us our daily rations. If this continues, we’re going to starve to death.”

“Once Song Yan is dead, that old beast will turn around and deal with us.”

"General Dou and General Liang were heroes who fought to the death against the Jurchens, yet in the end they couldn't even protect their families; their entire families were executed at Caishikou. What good do you think we can expect? We brothers have all seen what that bastard Qian Yaozu did. Even if we shamelessly surrender to him, do you think he'll let us off the hook?"

The speaker was a junior officer.

If you look closely, you'll see that this is one of the guards on the city wall at noon, and he should be a centurion.

Opposite the young general was a man in his fifties, who, despite being starving, still wore armor and maintained the last vestige of dignity befitting a general.

This is Pingyang Prefecture, and the prefectural military commander is Zhang Zhen!

He didn't reply, but just sat there quietly, holding a piece of fur smeared with some kind of animal fat, carefully wiping the spear in his hand.

Despite being a tall and strong man, his hand movements were exceptionally gentle and delicate.

It was as if he was holding not a spear, but a beautiful woman.

He kept his eyes straight ahead, as if he hadn't heard any other sounds coming from inside the tent.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from outside.

Not long after, the tent flap was lifted, and a burly man with a full beard burst into the tent, ripped off his helmet, and slammed it to the ground with a dull thud.
"Those thugs and ruffians from the law enforcement team have been gathered up by that old beast, and Du Xingrao and Wang Zhaohai's men have also been transferred there. That old beast... is planning to make a move."

General Zhang Zhen slowly stood up, his wide eyes sweeping over the faces, some weathered, some young, with suppressed excitement and madness deep within them.

With a bang, the long spear in his hand, weighing several dozen kilograms, was slammed heavily onto the ground.

The ground, paved with bluestone slabs, is cracked like a spider web.

the other side.

Governor's Mansion.

Under the moonlight, the dark mass of people shrouded the street ahead like a dark cloud.

Only the biting cold wind blew like a knife.

His tongue kept licking his lips, but he could hardly suppress the excitement in his chest. His gaze swept over the dense crowd. Qian Yaozu already knew how many troops he had under his command, but when these nine thousand people gathered together, the dark mass still made Qian Yaozu feel an indescribable surge of pride in his chest.

A full nine thousand people.

Song Yan, even if you summon all your men, what can you do? A mere two or three thousand men are no match for his nine thousand.
The scene was somewhat noisy, but they were just local thugs and hooligans. Even the guards were mostly second-rate scoundrels, the worst type among the guards.

People were whispering and talking amongst themselves.

Some people were yawning incessantly, their faces full of impatience, as if they couldn't stand the torment of drowsiness and wanted to go back to their warm beds.

If I had to find a word to describe it, it would be... a mob.

However, Qian Yaozu was completely unaware of this situation. He had been overwhelmed by the sheer size of nine thousand people and lost his composure. Then, Qian Yaozu clapped his hands.

Immediately, dozens of burly men carried boxes out of the governor's mansion. Behind them followed dozens of maids, who, while not exceptionally beautiful, were still graceful and alluring. This strange scene attracted considerable attention, with eyes fixed on the boxes, and even more so on the women behind them. No one knew what the governor was doing.

The burly men placed the boxes on the ground, and one by one the boxes were opened, revealing streaks of silvery white under the moonlight.

Gudong.

Then you can hear the sounds of throat movement and swallowing saliva.

As Lu Xun once said, "Wealth moves people's hearts," and this is certainly true.

The box was full of palm-sized silver ingots, instantly attracting everyone's attention. Even the women behind them seemed less attractive.

"The thief is outside the city."

"Who can get me that thief's head? These are all his."

Qian Yaozu's voice was old and hoarse, far less seductive than those of modern pyramid schemes, but with a beautiful woman in front of him and dazzling silver, it was more effective than any rhetoric.

Qian Yaozu could clearly see that everyone's eyes were beginning to gleam with insane greed.

Although he didn't want to waste too much money on these peasants, he at least knew how to boost morale in this situation.

Even without Qian Yaozu giving an order, some of the first to react rushed towards the city gate.

There were even martial artists among them, moving with incredible speed, as swift as the wind.

"Damn it, we can't let them beat us to it."

"Just you wait, Song Yan's life belongs to me."

"Damn, running so fast, are you rushing to be reincarnated?"

Accompanied by deafening howls and roars, nine thousand people surged towards the city gate like a terrifying torrent. They'd gone mad, completely mad.

More than nine thousand people, their chaotic footsteps mingling together, caused the houses on both sides of the street to tremble violently, even showing signs of collapse. The earth-shattering howls, like muffled thunder, echoed throughout the city.

Song Yan remained quietly outside the city, like an old monk in deep meditation.

Suddenly, as if he had noticed something, he slowly raised his head, a slight smile curving his lips.

As expected, his bait worked quite well. Qian Yaozu couldn't resist this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he made his move. Based on Song Yan's understanding of Qian Yaozu, he would never put himself in danger; he would most likely stay in the governor's mansion, or at most appear on the city wall.

However, if all the forces that Qian Yaozu could mobilize were wiped out, and the local soldiers did not obey orders, Pingyang City would be tantamount to being breached.

It is, after all, a giant city.

If we attack head-on, damage is inevitable.

His black-armored warriors are all highly skilled, selected from hundreds of others, and they have undergone rigorous training. How could they possibly perish in a place like this?
The chaotic footsteps grew closer.

Before long, dozens of figures appeared from the city gate.

Those people were incredibly fast. Some of them were so fast that even Song Yan could only barely catch a blurry afterimage. Were these martial artists bribed by Qian Yaozu?

Just as Song Yan discovered these people, they also noticed his presence. Under the moonlight, their eyes gleamed with a wolf-like light.

Brutal.

Crazy.

By the silvery moonlight, Song Yan could even see the twisted greed on these people's faces.

Their speed increased once more, like a black whirlwind sweeping towards Song Yan. Dozens of figures were reflected in their dark pupils. Song Yan frowned slightly; this was somewhat beyond his expectations. He hadn't anticipated that Qian Yaozu would have so many martial artists under his command.

Just as Song Yan was pondering how to deal with these martial artists, the one at the very front had already rushed up to him. Song Yan could even see the man's grinning mouth full of yellowed teeth.
"Boy..."

"Die."

Accompanied by a hoarse sound, a sharp dagger suddenly tore through the air, its sharp whistling sound aimed directly at Song Yan's throat.

At this moment, something unexpected happened.

The cool moonlight fell on the earth like a veil. Under this watery moonlight, a sword light suddenly appeared, like lightning piercing the night, instantly illuminating the entire space; or like the Milky Way pouring down, stirring up a sky full of flying snow.

The sword, very fast.

It was so fast it was breathtaking.

The warrior at the forefront had no time to react before the sword tip pierced through his neck from the left. His eyes widened, still clutching the blue, poisoned dagger, and he opened his mouth, only spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

His bloodshot eyes revealed an incredulous fear. He was a sixth-rank martial artist, barely considered a master among martial artists. How could this be?

laugh.

The sword was drawn.

Blood splattered.

The sixth-rank martial artist's body went limp, and he knelt on the ground, still tightly gripping the dagger that had reaped countless lives. Unfortunately, he no longer had the strength to wield it.

Her body trembled slightly, and then she fell silent.

Swish.

This unexpected turn of events shocked everyone.

The assassins following closely behind suddenly came to an abrupt halt on the snow.

The vast land was utterly silent.

Only pairs of bewildered eyes stared at the figure that had suddenly appeared in front of Song Yan.

She stood there quietly, wearing a thin white dress, seemingly completely unaware of the cold... no, it was the aura emanating from her that was colder than ice and snow. Even the white dress she wore, under the gentle caress of the moonlight, seemed to exude a mysterious and chilling aura.

Who is this woman?

This question inevitably arose in everyone's mind.

It seemed to appear out of thin air, yet it also seemed to have always been there.

She was so beautiful, like a fairy.

It was terrifying again, chilling to the bone.

Blood dripped from the tip of the sword and shattered on the ground.

The woman slowly turned to face Song Yan and gave him a graceful bow.
"My lord, I am late."

Xianggong?

Song Yan, who was quietly putting away his flintlock pistol, was stunned. The unfamiliar yet familiar address, the beautiful woman in front of him, was... Luo Tianxuan?

Song Yan's surprised expression seemed to please Luo Tianxuan.

She had only sensed the chaotic energy around Pingyang City, which was why she had left the carriage. Who would have thought she would encounter her husband here? A faint smile curved her lips as she nodded to Song Yan, as if to say: No need to worry, with me here, no one can harm my husband.

The meaning Song Yan sensed made her feel a little awkward. Shouldn't it normally be the other way around?
This was the first time Luo Tianxuan had seen his wife's appearance.

Her exquisite face was like that of a celestial maiden who had fallen to earth.

She was no less charming than her sister-in-law, only less cold and more tender.

Luo Tianxuan slowly turned around, the smile on her lips vanishing, leaving only a cold indifference as if it were unyielding ice.

"It was you who tried to harm my husband?"

at the same time.

Inside Pingyang City.

Qian Yaozu then brought over a grand chair, sat high in the hall, holding a teacup in his hand, and wore a smug smile on his face.

He is waiting.

Waiting for those thugs and ruffians to bring Song Yan's head.

Song Yan, you're too arrogant.

If you had honestly developed your business in Xinhou County for a few years, you probably wouldn't have been able to do anything about it. Unfortunately, that opportunity is gone.

However, Qian Yaozu was unaware that the area around the governor's mansion had been quietly sealed off by a large number of guards.

Right in front of the governor's mansion, General Zhang Zhen, followed by hundreds of soldiers, stared at the vermilion gate and threw his spear.

There was a bang.

The heavy solid wood door shattered with a crash.

Immediately following was a loud shout:
"Capture Qian Yaozu alive!"

(End of this chapter)