Joy of Life: Many Children, Many Blessings; Intercepting Si Lili

Seeing that she didn't speak, Li Chengye remained calm and repeated himself again.

"Deliver it to Prince Qi's residence tomorrow."

After saying that, Li Chengye turned around and strode out of the inner room.

Watching Li Chengye's tall figure decisively leave, Li Yunrui suddenly realized what was happening.

Far from being angry at the other person's lack of understanding, her smile grew wider and wider, eventually turning into an extremely obsessive and maniacal grin.

"That's really interesting."

She stuck out her pink tongue and licked her red lips, her eyes flashing with an unusual, fervent light.

The more a man ignores her and is unresponsive to her, the more she wants to expose him completely and devour him thoroughly!

……

Outside the inner courtyard.

Fan Ruoruo stood obediently under an osmanthus tree, quietly waiting for Li Chengye to come out.

The image of Li Chengye standing proudly in the courtyard, reciting "Ascending the Heights," kept replaying in Xiao Ya's mind.

His boundless ambition and astonishing talent, which allowed him to speak eloquently, made her heart pound wildly.

The more she thought about it, the more perfect her prince seemed, and two blushes unconsciously rose on her cheeks.

Her affection for Li Chengye was overflowing like spring water, and her mind was filled with that tall figure in black robes.

As she pondered, Fan Ruoruo couldn't help but lower her head and chuckle softly, her eyes crinkling into crescents, making her look incredibly adorable.

Just then, Li Chengye walked out from the inner room and happened to see this scene.

Li Chengye asked aloud.

"What are you laughing at?"

Hearing that familiar voice, Fan Ruoruo suddenly came to her senses.

She quickly wiped the smile off her face, her pretty face instantly turning bright red. She nervously twisted her small hands together and shook her head like a rattle drum.

"I wasn't laughing at anything!"

"I wasn't laughing!"

"It's not what you think!"

She blurted out three denials in a row, and Fan Ruoruo was so shy that she didn't dare to look Li Chengye in the eye.

She took two steps forward, grabbed Li Chengye's sleeve, and pulled him towards the outside of the courtyard.

"Your Highness, let's go back quickly!"

Li Chengye and Fan Ruoruo walked out of the royal villa.

The two walked side by side on a quiet, tree-lined street. Fan Ruoruo followed closely beside her, chattering incessantly like an overly excited chatterbox.

"Your Highness, you were absolutely amazing today!"

"When that poem 'Ascending the Heights' was recited, all the talented men in the courtyard fell silent; no one dared to respond."

"You didn't see His Highness the Crown Prince's face then; it was utterly awful! He slunk away without even saying goodbye; it was such a disgrace!"

Fan Ruoruo blushed, gesturing wildly with her hands, her big eyes sparkling with undisguised admiration.

Li Chengye listened to the cheers around him and walked on calmly.

Suddenly, Li Chengye stopped in his tracks.

He keenly sensed a chilling killing intent emanating from the surrounding air.

Fan Ruoruo saw him suddenly stop and was about to ask him a question.

The next moment, more than a dozen sharp blades of light suddenly burst forth from the darkness.

A group of assassins dressed in black leaped down from the high walls on both sides, wielding sharp blades, and headed straight for Li Chengye and Fan Ruoruo.

These people moved with efficiency and ruthlessness, carrying a determination to kill.

Fan Ruoruo was shocked, her face turned pale instantly, and she froze on the spot.

Li Chengye remained calm and immediately shielded Fan Ruoruo behind him.

Seeing that the two assassins at the front had already pounced on him, Li Chengye raised his right hand and pointed his fingers like a sword.

The Boundless Sword Technique was activated instantly.

An extremely powerful, invisible sword aura burst forth from his fingertips, slashing out from afar with lightning speed.

Two muffled thuds.

The two assassins, both with seventh-grade cultivation, didn't even have time to scream before large spurts of blood gushed from their necks, their bodies crashing heavily to the ground, dying instantly.

Upon seeing this, the assassins rushing from behind abruptly stopped in their tracks, their faces filled with utter shock.

The leader of the assassins stared wide-eyed and gasped in shock.

"Release your true energy!"

"A ninth-rank expert! The Third Prince is actually a ninth-rank master!"

Upon hearing this, all the assassins gasped in shock. The intelligence report had made no mention of this absurd prince knowing martial arts, let alone being a top-tier ninth-rank expert.

Fan Ruoruo stood behind her, her hands tightly covering her mouth, her beautiful eyes wide open.

She stared blankly at Li Chengye's tall and straight back, her heart also churning with shock. It turned out that her prince was not only exceptionally talented in literature, but also so skilled in martial arts.

The assassin leader gritted his teeth and quickly exchanged glances with his companion.

The crowd understood immediately, and they all roared in unison, launching a simultaneous attack from all directions.

A dozen long swords intertwined to form an impenetrable net of death, completely enveloping Li Chengye.

Li Chengye snorted coldly and immediately activated the Prajna Heart Sutra.

In an instant, a powerful and incomparably fierce golden aura burst forth from his body.

Faintly, the sound of ancient bells could be heard echoing and reverberating in the air.

The assassins' blades slashed fiercely at the golden aura, producing a series of ear-piercing metallic clangs.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the longswords shattered one after another, but they couldn't harm Li Chengye in the slightest.

Li Chengye seized the opportunity and unleashed the Boundless Sword Technique once again.

He moved through the crowd with the ease of a stroll, his fingertips wielding sword energy that swept across the land. Each wave of his hand was accompanied by spurting blood and piercing screams.

In just a few breaths, the ground was littered with the assassins' corpses.

This swift and indiscriminate slaughter, like cutting melons and vegetables, completely shattered the psychological defenses of the remaining assassins.

Watching their companions being mercilessly slaughtered, the remaining assassins went limp, and fear began to grow wildly within them.

Just then, one of the assassins who had been forced back caught a glimpse of Fan Ruoruo, who was standing alone at the back.

His eyes flashed with malice. Taking advantage of Li Chengye being held back by the others, he abandoned his target and lunged at Fan Ruoruo with his broken sword.

The blade whistled through the air, aimed straight at his face.

Fan Ruoruo was shocked, her legs went weak, and she had no time to dodge.

At the critical moment, Li Chengye's figure flashed past like a ghost, steadily blocking Fan Ruoruo's path.

He raised his hand and struck out with a palm.

The immense true energy surged like a raging torrent, and the powerful palm strike landed directly on the assassin's chest.

With a muffled thud of bones shattering, the assassin, knife and all, flew backward and crashed into a distant wall, dying instantly.

The remaining assassins witnessed this scene and completely lost their will to fight.

They knew they were no match for the enemy, and continuing the fight would only lead to their deaths.

Without hesitation, the group turned around and used their lightness skills to scatter and escape.

Li Chengye stood with his hands behind his back, not making a move to chase after him.

The assassins ran frantically for dozens of feet, and when they saw that Li Chengye was not chasing them, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But in the very next moment...

A figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the road ahead of them, blocking their way.

The man wore a bamboo hat, a clean and neat dark outfit, and a stern and terrifying demon mask covering his face.

Standing in the night, he exuded a terrifying and suffocating aura.

It was Yuan Tiangang.

The assassins were greatly displeased that someone dared to block their way.