After the divorce, I was adorned in a phoenix robe, while my ex-husband's entire family dug up

The assassin grabbed Qin Jingshu by the neck, narrowed his eyes, and said fiercely, "Who are you? Why are you here to tell me this out of the blue?"

Qin Jingshu was frightened, but the hatred in her eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

"Sir... Wei Zhaoning has committed numerous evil deeds, even I can't stand it anymore, so I came here to expose him for you."

"I just saw it with my own eyes. Wei Zhaoning's arms were covered in blood, and he staggered over there. He didn't seem to have the strength to run anymore, so he must be hiding in some bushes!"

The assassin scrutinized Qin Jingshu, not missing a single expression on her face.

"Sir! I wouldn't dare lie to you even if you had a thousand lives. If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself. If Wei Zhaoning isn't there, killing me when you come back would be a piece of cake, wouldn't it?"

The assassin snorted coldly and released Qin Jingshu. "It had better!"

"Search over there!"

Qin Jingshu was thrown to the ground, her face flushed, and she coughed for a long time before she recovered.

A twisted look appeared in her eyes. She had secretly loved the Regent for eleven years, and she would never allow any woman who dared to get close to the Prince to live in this world!

The footsteps quickly approached Wei Zhaoning's direction.

Wei Zhaoning's arm wound was still bleeding, and the dark red bloodstains soaked through the torn sleeve, sticking to her skin, cold and sticky.

She pressed her right hand tightly against the wound, her fingertips digging into flesh, but dared not utter a sound of pain. She let the cold sweat trickle down her forehead, mingling with the dew on the grass, condensing into droplets on her chin before silently dripping into the soil.

"There's blood here!" An assassin discovered bloodstains left by Wei Zhaoning during his escape.

Wei Zhaoning held her breath, not having time to think about what the Regent meant.

The footsteps grew closer. "They're definitely here!"

Her pupils shrank to almost nothing as she stared intently at the path beyond the grass, her ears perked up so that she could hear even the rustling of the grass with exceptional clarity.

A hand reached out to the grass, trying to push it aside.

The moment their eyes met, Wei Zhaoning's heart skipped a beat, and he spilled a packet of chili powder from his sleeve.

She took the opportunity to roll out of the bushes. The wound on her left arm was scratched painfully by the grass stems, but she didn't care about crying out in pain. She just staggered to her feet and ran forward.

"You son of a bitch! Go after him!"

The assassin behind him cursed and his footsteps were heavy and deep.

Suddenly, Wei Zhaoning stopped abruptly.

Ahead lay a sheer cliff!

The assassins quickly caught up.

The lead assassin, carrying a blood-stained knife, moved forward step by step, a mocking smile on his lips: "Go ahead and run, why aren't you running anymore?"

Blood droplets dripped from the blade's tip, landing on the rocks with a soft "tap," a sound that was particularly jarring in the silent cliffside.

"You meddlesome, damned woman!"

Wei Zhaoning's heart was pounding.

She stared at the approaching flash of the blade, and without the slightest hesitation, she pushed off hard with her toes at the edge of the cliff.

His body lunged forward like a kite with a broken string, his tattered robes fluttering and snapping in the wind.

In the instant she turned her head, she saw the assassin reach out to grab her, but only managed to tug at a corner of her clothing.

"Jumped...jumped off a cliff?" one of the assassins exclaimed in disbelief.

The lead assassin spat, "Desperado."

"With a cliff this high, if you fall off, you'll be nothing but dust."

"The task assigned by the Lord is complete. I will return to report."

"yes!"

*

The assassins sheathed their swords and were walking back along the forest path. The leader was still quietly counting heads when suddenly a flash of sword light darted out from the shadows of the trees.

Pei Yi stepped through the leaves, his sword tip piercing the night wind, and instantly blocked the path.

Before the assassin closest to Pei Yi could react, his throat had been slashed by the tip of a sword, blood spurted out, and his body fell straight to the ground.

Pei Yi's face was gloomy, his voice was full of pressure, and there was a hint of unease in his condescending gaze.

Where is Wei Zhaoning?

The assassin was bleeding profusely from the beating and had no strength to speak.

Pei Yi flicked his wrist, his longsword sweeping across and cutting off the assassin's knife on the right. The blade then slid towards the assassin's heart with lightning speed, leaving only a cold flash before the astonishment in the assassin's eyes could fully materialize.

The leader roared and charged forward with his sword, but Pei Yi neither dodged nor avoided. He stepped back with his left foot, slid his body along the blade, grabbed the opponent's wrist with his left hand, and thrust his longsword into the opponent's shoulder blade with his right hand.

The assassin screamed in pain, and his knife clattered to the ground.

Pei Yi didn't stop. Using the weight of his opponent, he pressed forward, and the blade pierced through his body completely. He then withdrew his sword and retreated, the splattered blood not even touching his clothes.

"I'll ask you one more time, where is Wei Zhaoning!" His voice was filled with anger, like a beast being suppressed.

"Your Highness, you're too late. That meddlesome woman has already jumped off the cliff and is dead! Hahahaha!" The assassin spat out blood and laughed distortedly.

Pei Yi's heart skipped a beat, his body trembled, and the unease in his eyes was about to overflow.

"Oh ho, so the Regent can still make that kind of expression." Even on his last breath, the assassin couldn't resist the taunt.

Pei Yi's black hair was blown by the wind, and his eyes, hidden beneath the stray hairs on his forehead, were as cold as ice.

As if venting his anger, he stabbed the assassin repeatedly in the flesh.

After the fighting stopped, he stood in a pool of blood, his knife still dripping blood, his body trembling slightly from excessive excitement.

He rushed to the edge of the cliff and looked desperately into the bottomless valley.

"Your Highness! The memorial has arrived!"

After finishing his business, Yun Ce rushed over with his men. When he arrived, the scene before him left him speechless, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

The prince knelt on the edge of the cliff, utterly dejected.

There were also the gruesome corpses of assassins scattered everywhere.

He hadn't seen the prince kill like this in many years.

The prince... was enraged.

He cautiously stepped forward. "Your Highness, they said they couldn't reach Miss Wei..."

The surrounding chaos became a blurry background noise; Pei Yi could only hear his own heart pounding, but each beat felt like hitting an empty shell, dull and painful.

The next moment, he stood up, the trapped beast in his eyes seemed unable to be restrained any longer.

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and leaped down, his robes billowing in the howling wind, like an eagle with broken wings still plunging into the abyss, instantly swallowed by the surging clouds below.

"Your Highness!!!!" Yun Ce's eyes widened, completely panicked!

"Guards!! Search the bottom of the cliff!!!"

Wei Zhaoning finally calmed down from the rapid feeling of weightlessness.

The vines creaked under her weight, and several thin branches snapped, falling down with pebbles.

She quickly wrapped her other hand around the vines, tensed her arms, and pulled her body closer to the cliff face. Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down a little, but she dared not relax for a moment.

Suddenly, she heard Yun Ce's heart-wrenching screams from above the cliff.

The next instant, a blood-covered figure grabbed the vine and held her tightly in his arms.