Killer Queen: Tyrant, prepare to die!

As the carriage entered Nanshan Road, Bao'er suddenly cried.

It wasn't hunger, nor was it needing to pee; it was a warning, uneasy whimpering sound, with its little fists clenched tightly.

Ye Huang opened her eyes instantly and lifted the carriage curtain.

The dense forests on both sides resembled menacing, grotesque hands, and the official road was eerily quiet—not even a bird could be heard.

"Shen Fu, stop the car." Her voice turned cold.

"Girl, there's no village in sight..." Shen Fu didn't finish his sentence.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Three crossbow bolts pierced the air and landed precisely on the carriage—one grazed Shen Fu’s ear, and two blocked the carriage’s escape routes to the left and right!

"There's an ambush!" Shen Fu shouted, drawing his sword.

late.

A dozen or so masked men dressed in black sprang from the woods, their movements perfectly synchronized, and instantly surrounded the carriage. The leader stared at the carriage, his voice hoarse:

"Young lady in the car, get out yourself. We only want you alive, don't force our brothers to bleed."

Jinshu turned pale with fright and clung tightly to Bao'er.

Ye Huang smiled.

She lowered her head and kissed Bao'er's forehead: "Bao'er, be good. Count to ten, and Mommy will come back."

Then she lifted the carriage curtain and got out.

Dressed in plain clothes and without makeup, she stood on the carriage shaft like a slender bamboo.

The leader in black was taken aback—the intelligence said she was a merchant woman with a young child, but there was not a trace of fear in this woman's eyes.

"Grab him!" he waved his hand.

Four men in black pounced at the same time!

Ye Huang didn't move.

Just as the first knife was three inches from her throat, she suddenly turned to the side—so fast that she was just a blur. Her slender hand reached out like a ghost and grabbed the man's wrist.

Click!

The sound of bones breaking was chillingly clear.

"Ah—!" The man in black screamed and knelt down.

Ye Huang snatched the knife from him and slashed horizontally with a backhand motion. The blade flashed like snow, slicing across the second man's neck.

As blood spurted out, she was already in front of the third person. She didn't draw her knife, but only raised her foot—kicking him on the side of the knee.

boom!

The man's kneecaps shattered, and he collapsed to the ground.

The fourth man's blade came crashing down! Ye Huang dodged to the side, the blade grazing her hair. She seized the opportunity to close the distance, striking the man in the chest with her elbow, causing him to groan and stagger backward.

Four breaths, and four people are rendered useless.

The entire room fell silent.

The black-clad leader's pupils constricted sharply—this was a merchant's wife?! Even the palace's secret guard commander wasn't this fast!

"Attack together! Use the net!" he roared.

The remaining eight men attacked simultaneously: three threw iron nets, and five surrounded them with knives—a standard military coordinated attack!

Ye Huang's eyes turned cold.

She finally got serious.

Instead of retreating, she advanced, charging headlong into the crowd against the blades! Her white robes fluttered amidst the flashing blades; every dodge was fraught with danger, and every strike resulted in someone falling.

Wrist twist, knee crush, throat slit, heart piercing.

There are no fancy moves, only methods of killing.

Ten breaths later.

Twelve people lay on the ground. Only the leader in black and the woman in plain clothes, stained with blood but whose hair was still perfectly intact, remained standing.

Blood dripped from the tip of Ye Huang's blade as she walked towards him step by step.

"Who sent you?" she asked, her voice as calm as if she were asking about the weather.

The leader of the men in black felt his legs go weak. He remembered the instructions given before the mission: "The target might use some fists and kicks, be careful."

That's what you call "knowing a little bit of martial arts"?!

"Not going to talk?" Night Phoenix raised the tip of her blade, pressing it against his throat. "Then let me guess. Military insignia on the boot soles, combined attack formation, crossbow standard... Xuan Ying Guard?"

The leader's pupils dilated in shock—how did she know?!

"Looks like I guessed right." Ye Huang sneered. "Nangong Ye really didn't believe I was dead. He sent his most elite guards to capture a 'dead' deposed empress?"

She pressed down hard with the tip of her knife, and beads of blood seeped out: "Tell me, what do you want with him alive? Interrogate him? Or... lock him up and torture him slowly?"

"I...I don't know..." The leader was drenched in cold sweat. "The higher-ups only said...bring them back to the capital alive, and especially...especially the children must not be harmed..."

child.

Ye Huang's eyes suddenly turned cold.

He wanted to mess with Bao'er.

puff--

The knife tip pierced half an inch into the throat, then stopped.

It wasn't her hand that stopped.

Instead, it was a feathered arrow that pierced the leader's forehead precisely, pinning him to a tree behind him.

Ye Huang suddenly turned around.

At the end of the forest path, a lone rider, dressed in a moon-white robe, stood with a bow drawn.

It was Xiao Jue.

He was followed by seven or eight guards, all dressed as northern border soldiers.

"Miss Ye, you've been frightened."

Xiao Jue dismounted and walked over, his gaze sweeping over the corpses scattered on the ground. When he looked at her again, a deeper meaning appeared in his eyes.

"My men spotted this group sneaking into the mountains half an hour ago. They rushed as fast as they could, but they were still a step too late."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Young lady, you have impressive skills."

Ye Huang sheathed her sword, her face calm and composed: "Did the young master watch the show enough before making his move?"

"I wouldn't dare," Xiao Jue said frankly. "I just want to see if it's worth betting the entire Zhenbei Prince's Mansion on this young lady."

He walked up to the leader's corpse, pulled open his collar—below his collarbone, a black eagle was clearly tattooed.

"The Black Eagle Guard, the Emperor's personal guard." Xiao Jue's eyes darkened. "His Majesty is deeply obsessed with the young lady."

Ye Huang wiped the blood from her knife: "So, does Your Highness still want to gamble?"

Xiao Jue smiled and took out a brown paper envelope from his pocket: "A bet. And a wager."

Inside the paper envelope were three land deeds for Hangzhou, a stack of silver notes, and an ebony token.

"Ten thousand taels of silver is the capital that the Prince of Zhenbei's Mansion invested in Jinxiufang."

He looked at her.

"This token is a pass for the 360 ​​Xiao family businesses in the Northern Territory."

"If you encounter any difficulties in Jiangnan, young lady, simply issue this decree, and you will have both money and manpower."

Ye Huang didn't answer: "Conditions?"

"A 30% profit. And..."

Xiao Jue lowered his voice,

"If there is any change in the court in the future, the Listening Wind Pavilion of the young lady will need to lend a helping hand to the Northern Border."

"Does the Crown Prince aspire to rule the world?"

"No." Xiao Jue shook his head. "I only want to protect the northern border and prevent parasites like the Liu family from sucking the blood out of the border soldiers."

He looked at the corpses of the Black Eagle Guards scattered on the ground, and said meaningfully, "Besides, now, there's no turning back for you and His Majesty. Let's join forces and each get what we need."

Ye Huang remained silent for a moment before accepting the sealed paper and the token.

"it is good."

"That was satisfying." Xiao Jue mounted his horse. "The journey to Jiangnan is long, take care, young lady. Remember—the Xiao family in the North will always be your escape route."

He rode away, his guards following closely behind.

The forest fell silent again, with only the lingering smell of blood.

Shen Fu began to dispose of the body.

Jinshu carried Bao'er out of the car; the little one had woken up sometime earlier.

With its big, dark eyes wide open, it started giggling at the corpses scattered on the ground.

"Young Master..." Jinshu's voice trembled.

Ye Huang picked up Bao'er and looked closely into his eyes.

During the fight, she felt it—every time she killed someone, a faint warm current flowed into Bao'er's body, as if... replenishing her energy?

Just how many secrets is this little guy hiding?

"Young lady, what should we do with these corpses?" Shen Fu asked.

"Strip them naked, search them thoroughly, and throw them into the ravine." Ye Huang's voice was icy. "Keep the Xuan Ying Guard's token and crossbow bolts safe separately."

"Does the girl want to keep evidence?"

"No." Ye Huang looked towards the capital, her eyes flashing with a cold light. "It's for Nangong Ye to see."

"Didn't he not believe I was dead?"

"Then I'll let him know—how his men died one by one at my hands."

She carried Bao'er into the car, her white clothes stained with blood, her back view resolute.

"We'll change course and skip the official road. We'll take a shortcut and reach Jiangnan within three days."

The carriage set off again, heading deep into the dense forest.

Inside the carriage, Ye Huang unfolded the map Xiao Jue had given her, her fingertips tracing the waterways of Jiangnan.

Brocade Pavilion, Listening Wind Pavilion, Bao'er, Revenge...

And this bloody warning today: Nangong Ye will not let her go, never.

Then let's go.

Look how fast your Xuan Ying Guard's blade is.

I'm someone who crawled back from hell, and I'm even more ruthless.

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[Bao'er's Ability Awakening Progress: 5%]

[Revenge Progress: The Cold Palace Hibernation Phase is complete; the Emperor of the Martial World Phase begins]

[Next Chapter: Mo Shisan Makes His Appearance! Who exactly is the mysterious widow kneeling and begging for his loyalty, the top intelligence broker in Jiangnan?]