Poverty Alleviation in Qin: A Sky-High Review of "I Am the Female Prime Minister of All Time&qu

Inside the guest room, separated by only one wall.

Song was wide awake, sitting upright at the table, carefully analyzing the situation after entering Xianyang, deducing the advantages and disadvantages, and formulating a comprehensive plan.

She was always cautious and never fought a battle unprepared.

Unexpectedly, the noise from the next room penetrated the thin wooden wall and entered her ears clearly.

The wooden partitions in ancient inns were simple and of poor quality, offering absolutely no sound insulation.

At first, the group managed to whisper in hushed tones, making their words difficult to understand.

But the argument escalated, and the shouts grew louder as the group got carried away.

Song listened intently to the entire heated argument, the conflicting accounts, and the final, undisguised flattery and praise.

"..."

It's really unnecessary.

There's really no need for that.

The conspiracy was made to look like a casual argument or chat on the street.

The infighting was raging, with loud boasting and flattery, as if they were afraid the target wouldn't hear a thing.

She didn't even need to take any precautions; she passively listened to the entire assassination plan, from a direct confrontation to a drugging and ambush, with meticulous details, highlighting a public execution-style conspiracy.

"..."

Song sighed softly, genuinely worried about the intelligence of the people next door.

Are these people here to assassinate someone, or are they just here to have a laugh?

As night deepened, the sounds of people coming and going ceased.

The entire inn was so quiet that only the soft sound of the night wind blowing through the alley outside the window could be heard.

The candles in Song Ye's room had long been extinguished, and the room was pitch black. She sat quietly in the shadows, her body motionless, her breathing calm as if no one was there.

A short while later, a very faint sound came from outside the wall.

A withered hand carefully pried open the window crack, its fingertips holding a specially made incense stick, which slowly slipped inside on the night breeze and stood on the corner of the windowsill.

In the next room, the remaining people lowered their voices and asked in hushed tones, eager to ask more questions.

"How is it? Has the incense burned completely? Is the potency strong enough?"

The person holding the incense held his breath and waited for a moment before withdrawing his hand, his tone full of confidence: "Don't worry, not to mention a person, even a strong ox or horse would faint by now. There's absolutely no problem."

Upon hearing this, the group breathed a sigh of relief and patiently waited inside for a while, certain that the person inside had been completely incapacitated by the sleeping potion and was powerless to resist.

After confirming that there was no movement around them, the group quietly pushed open the window and jumped into the room one after another. They deliberately restrained themselves when they landed, not daring to make a sound, believing that their actions were extremely stealthy.

Unbeknownst to them, a cold, aloof figure always stood behind the window in the darkness.

Song was very patient, waiting for everyone to enter the house before raising his hand to rub his wrist.

After days of traveling and sitting in carriages for long periods, my body is indeed stiff.

Since this group of people just happened to come to my door, I decided to use them as practice to loosen up my muscles and bones.

Unaware of the strangeness behind them, Zhao Fan and the others had nothing but the bed right in front of them. They moved over very quietly, their attention completely focused on the bulging outline of the bed and bedding.

Everyone was so engrossed in the euphoria of their impending success that they were completely unaware that the figure behind them, who should have been drugged, was coldly watching their backs.

The next instant, a sudden gust of wind arose in the silent, dark guest room.

Song Ye's close-quarters combat skills were already ingrained in his instincts, making him more than capable of dealing with these few sly dogs who only knew how to use underhanded tricks.

Before the group could even touch the bed, she suddenly darted out, her movements swift and decisive.

Zhao Fan and his group were still immersed in their fantasy of success, completely unaware that the target who had been "knocked out" by the sleeping potion would suddenly launch an attack.

Song also locked onto Zhao Fan, who was at the back of the team and completely unprepared. He grabbed Zhao Fan's shoulder with one hand, and with a sudden burst of power from his waist, he delivered a precise and clean over-the-shoulder throw, bringing Zhao Fan to the ground with a thud!

Bang-!

A dull thud echoed inside the room.

Zhao Fan was slammed heavily onto the wooden floor. His internal organs felt like they were dislocated, and he experienced waves of blacking out. Even his screams were stuck in his throat.

The other four were shocked and hurriedly turned around to fight back, but Song was swift and agile, moving with ease and using the small room to his advantage. His punches and kicks were sharp and decisive, and each move was precise and effective.

Elbow strike, side kick, and grappling were executed in one fluid motion, a complete and utterly devastating attack.

These people were pampered nobles in the past, so their martial arts skills were naturally extremely poor.

In the blink of an eye, the five people screamed and fell to the ground one after another, struggling to get up, but they couldn't muster any strength at all and completely lost their ability to resist.

In the next room.

Meng Yi, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes upon hearing the sound, sat up straight, and looked sharp and alert.

Fan Kuai and the others in the adjacent guest rooms were also instantly awakened, their sleepiness completely gone. They grabbed their weapons and rushed out of their rooms, sprinting towards Song Ye's guest room.

The entire inn was instantly ablaze with lights and filled with the sounds of people talking.

Amidst the chaos and noise, no one noticed Zhang Liang's fleeting glance as he lay bound by ropes in the corner.

On the other side, Meng Yi kicked open the door and rushed into the room, followed closely by his guards who filed in. What they saw was...

Five masked assassins lay sprawled on the ground.

"..."

Song stood tall and composed amidst the disheveled assassins, his expression indifferent and cold.

He raised his foot and stomped down, stepping on Zhao Fan's face with overwhelming force, pinning him to the ground. His words were full of sarcasm: "Is this all you've got? You dare to try assassinating someone at night? A bunch of useless dogs, overestimating yourselves."

Meng Yi: "..."

The guards: "???"

Fan Kuai, Cao Can, and the others who arrived were speechless.

Although I know adults are fierce, I'm still not used to it.

Meng Yi stood at the doorway, looking at the seemingly slender, thin-armed and thin-legged Miss Song before him, then at the five burly assassins on the ground who were completely powerless to resist, and fell into deep thought...

Suddenly I'm not so worried anymore, what happened?

If I can't beat those old foxes, I should be able to beat them in a fight, right...?

Meng Yi composed himself and ordered in a deep voice, "Take him away, keep him under strict guard, and bring him back to Xianyang for further interrogation."

The guards immediately stepped forward, grabbed the groaning assassin from the ground, and quickly took him out of the room.

The assassination attempt that took place in the middle of the night came to an abrupt end.

Everyone went back to their rooms to rest, but as soon as Fan Kuai opened his door, his eyes swept over the empty corner of the room, and his pupils instantly shrank.

Zhang Liang, who was originally firmly bound here, has long since disappeared, leaving only a piece of the detached rope on the ground.

"Oh no! The mistress has run away!"

"..."

Fan Kuai immediately shouted, turned around and rushed back to Song Ye's room to report the matter.

Upon hearing this, Meng Yi's expression hardened, and he immediately stepped forward, cupping his hands in a gesture of respect, and asked, "Lord Song, should I send men to arrest him?"

Upon hearing this, Song Ye's eyes flashed, showing no sign of panic. Instead, he slowly curled into a triumphant smile: "No need."

They were just looking for an excuse to let Zhang Liang escape.

People always have to endure some hardship.

You'll only realize how good she is after hitting a wall a few times.

The smile looked gentle and serene, but in the eyes of Meng Yi, Liu Ji, and Fan Kuai, it inexplicably sent chills down their spines and made them feel a shiver run down their spines.

Fan Kuai shrank back, thinking to himself: Oh no, Comrade Zhang is probably in big trouble now.

Letting him go is not leniency; it's clearly that the adults had already planned his future and were waiting for him to walk into their trap.