Martial Arts Crossover: Zhao Min, your sidekick is really something else.

"Seventh Prince, since the Princess Consort is not available to see anyone, then Minmin will take her leave. There are still rebels being held at Wan'an Temple, so I don't have time to linger."

As soon as she finished speaking, she didn't even bother to look at the Seventh Prince's expression and turned to leave.

"Hey? Minmin! I'll take you!"

Without a second thought, that old sycophant Zha Yadu took off chasing after him.

The Seventh Prince looked at his son's behavior, shook his head helplessly, and sighed:

"Sigh, the children have grown up, and I can't keep them."

Although he was very unhappy with Zhao Min's attitude, he still sneered inwardly:

"Once you enter the Prince's mansion, even if you grow strong enough, will you be able to escape my grasp?"

Zhao Min angrily mounted her horse, and Zha Yadu followed closely all the way to the entrance of Wan'an Temple.

He was afraid that Zhao Min would sneak out of Dadu again, and if he tried to find her again, he would be unable to catch her at all.

After dismounting, Zhao Min was about to walk into the temple when Zha Yadu followed behind her.

Zhao Min was incredibly annoyed and turned to yell at him in a bad mood:

"I've already returned to Dadu, why are you still following me?"

"I……"

He bared his teeth and opened his mouth wide, trying to curry favor.

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Min interrupted him, her voice loud and sharp:

"I don't want to see you right now. Can't I just be alone?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Min turned around and entered Wan'an Temple.

Zha Yadu wanted to follow.

The two elders of Xuanming stood directly in front of him, looking down at him:

"Young Prince, you should go back first. The Princess needs to rest."

Zha Yadu's face darkened, his eyes were so sinister they could drip water, and his teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.

He now sees everyone around Zhao Min as a traitor—except, of course, Zhao Min herself.

He even came to hate the two elders of Xuanming.

He gave the two men a cold look, then mounted his horse and turned to leave.

He cursed inwardly, "Just you wait, none of them will escape!"

With Zhao Min present, this sycophant didn't dare expose Xiao Yaoqing.

But now that there's no one around, he needs to hurry back to the Seventh Prince's Mansion and ask his father to mobilize troops to directly besiege Xiao Yaoqing.

As a result, just as the gate of the Seventh Prince's Mansion was right in front of them, a dark figure suddenly darted in front of the horse.

"Whoa—!"

Zha Yadu hastily reined in his horse, took a closer look, and immediately burst into a tirade: "Yuchi Feng, what are you doing...?"

"puff!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zha Yadu rolled his eyes and fainted.

In the main tent, the limp Zha Yadu was carried on his shoulder; the culprit was the Bitter Monk Fan Yao. He nodded to Yu Chifeng, and the two of them leaped away, disappearing instantly using their light-footed skills.

Two hundred miles from the capital, in the mountains, lay a camp guarded by Yuan soldiers. In the central tent, Xiao Yaoqing sat in the main seat, his expression serene. Behind him stood Xiao Zhao, her hands clasped, her eyes filled with curiosity as she surveyed the scene before her. Beside Xiao Yaoqing sat Lianxing, her left hand and left foot still wrapped in white cloth.

Lianxing can sit up normally now. Of course, that's assuming she doesn't use her internal energy. If she wanted to, she could walk on the first day. After all, she's different from the two from Wudang—Yu Daiyan and Yin Liting's meridians were completely severed, their limbs were crippled, and they couldn't use any internal energy. Lianxing only had her bones reset. Plus, Xiao Yaoqing uses the Mingyu Gong to nourish her every night, so her recovery is very fast. Of course, if Zhao Min were present, Lianxing would still choose to stay in bed.

Two other people were standing in the main tent: Yuchi Feng and Fan Yao, who had just brought Zha Yadu back from Dadu. A chair was placed between them, with Zha Yadu sprawled out on it, unconscious. Everyone stared at his utterly unseemly state, waiting for him to wake up.

Not long after, Zha Yadu's eyelids twitched a few times.

"Well……"

A muffled groan escaped his lips. He propped himself up to sit, rubbing the back of his neck with his head drooping, and mumbled through gritted teeth, "Um!"

It's unclear whether the insults were directed at the person who knocked him unconscious or at Yu Chi Feng, who was blocking his path. It doesn't really matter anyway.

He stretched his neck a couple of times, then opened his eyes wide.

The moment he saw what was in front of him, his pupils contracted sharply. Then, as if shot, he shuddered violently! His face was filled with terror. His first instinct was to stand up and run.

But as soon as he stood up—two strong hands pressed down on his shoulders. "Thump."

With a sharp sound, he was forced back into the chair. Zha Yadu's face paled in fright. He looked left and right, glaring at Yu Chifeng and Fan Yao who were holding him down, and roared, "What do you two want to do?"

A loud shout suddenly rang out from inside the tent.

"Yuchi Feng! Bitter Monk! Are you two tired of living? I am the heir of the Seventh Prince!"

But the two men acted as if they hadn't heard him, their eyes fixed straight ahead, not glancing at him at all.

Everyone knows that Zha Yadu's skills are just mediocre.

If he were to encounter either Yuchi Feng or Ku Toutuo, either of them could easily subdue him. Not to mention now that the two of them are holding him on either side, no matter how much he twists and turns, their iron-like hands don't budge an inch.

He was so angry his eyes almost popped out, staring intently at the person in the main seat, his voice hoarse as if he were howling:

"Xiao Yaoqing! You traitor! You dog!"

"What do you want to do? You don't actually dare to touch me, do you...?"

Before he could finish speaking, a cold snort interrupted him.

"Shut up."

It was Lianxing, who was sitting next to Xiao Yaoqing, who spoke.

Everyone in this tent knows that Xiao Yaoqing is undoubtedly the highest-ranking person, but the second-highest is this fairy-like girl.

Especially Yu Chifeng and Ku Toutuo, who had personally experienced how terrifying this woman was.

But Zaza Du, that clueless young man, had no idea what was going on.

He whirled around, glaring at Lianxing, and grinned, launching into another tirade:

"Who do you think you are? How dare a lowly maidservant lecture this young master?"

Upon hearing this, both Bitter Monk and Yuchi Feng pursed their lips, their expressions becoming somewhat strange.

They simultaneously released their hands from Zha Yadu's shoulders and even took a few steps back.

"puff!"

"Snap!"

The chair under Zayadu's buttocks exploded into pieces.

The person who was just baring his teeth and cursing so fiercely was suddenly sent flying backwards.

"Wow--"

Blood spurted from his mouth as he was in mid-air.

His face turned as white as a sheet of paper in an instant.

He only cried out in pain after falling heavily to the ground.

Before he could catch his breath, Yuchi Feng and Ku Toutuo lifted him up from either side.

At least he had a chair to sit on before, but now it's all his fault for being so foul-mouthed.

He could only be held down by the two men and forced to kneel on the ground.

Zha Yadu's face was deathly pale, and his mouth and chin were covered in his own blood.

His eyes conveyed a sense of dejection and loss.

The one who attacked him just now was actually the maidservant next to Xiao Yaoqing?

She had just cursed herself as a lowly servant girl, but this "lowly servant girl"...

With just a light tap, I almost sent him to meet his maker.

How could a maidservant by Xiao Yaoqing's side possess such terrifying strength?

Lianxing did indeed make a move. But to be honest, she only used half of her power.

Not even a tenth of it was used.

Her current actions are merely intended to teach this loose-tongued scoundrel a lesson; she won't kill him, nor will she go too far.

Poor Xing knew perfectly well that since her brother Xiao Yaoqing had chosen Bitter Monk and Yuchi Feng to bring this guy back, he must have his own plans. If she messed up this game, she would truly be ignorant.

As for Zha Yadu howling like a pig being slaughtered in the tent, coupled with the slap Lianxing delivered, the commotion was actually quite significant.

Unfortunately, no one heard it.

Within a radius of 500 meters from the main tent, not a single horse hair could be seen. Everyone else had long since been chased far away.

Before Zhao Min left, she said: When she's not around, everyone should listen to Xiao Yaoqing.

So the people inside the tent know about Zha Yadu's current miserable state, but no one outside the tent knows.

Zha Yadu seemed to have lost his soul at this moment, but suddenly, as if remembering something, he slowly raised his head.

He had his men hold him down, his eyes filled with shock. He glanced first at the two men holding him down, then at Lianxing, then at Xiao Zhao, and finally, his gaze was fixed on Xiao Yaoqing.

"I understand!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted at Xiao Yaoqing:

"I understand! Xiao Yaoqing, you've been pulling this stunt all along!!"

He then turned and shouted to everyone in the tent except Xiao Yaoqing:

"Bitter Monk and Yuchi Feng entered the Ruyang Prince's Mansion with you! Your two maids were later placed by Minmin to serve you—but why were they specifically placed there?!"

"It was all a trap! You set this all along! What exactly were you planning to do by infiltrating the Prince of Ruyang's residence?!"

In Zha Yadu's eyes, all of this was secretly planned by Xiao Yaoqing.

Xiao Yaoqing had long been planning to dismantle the Ruyang Prince's Mansion from the inside.

So he led the Bitter Monk and Yuchi Feng into the Prince's mansion.

Then, step by step, bring in all the capable fighters around him.

In the end, Zhao Min only had Xiao Yaoqing's men by her side!

"Xiao Yaoqing! You look so honest, but I never expected you to be so cunning!!"

"What kind of man trips you up behind your back?!"

Oh?

This guy with the sharp teeth is quite good at turning the tables, isn't he?

Wasn't it Zha Ya Du himself who was hiding behind the scenes and playing dirty tricks all along?

Before he was captured, wasn't he planning to run to his father, the Seventh Prince, to secretly complain and have Xiao Yaoqing and the others killed?

How dare such a despicable person call others despicable?

Zha Yadu, besides your father, who else can you rely on?

Zha Yadu trembled all over and couldn't speak.

But nobody cared how he felt.

Who has the time to explain Xiao Yaoqing's background to him?

Who does he think he is, that he deserves to be spoken to by anyone?

At this moment, Xiao Yaoqing finally spoke, his eyes as calm as a stagnant pool:

"Save your breath, Zha Yadu. What you should be thinking about now is how much longer you can live."

Zha Yadu was stunned, and a chill ran down his spine.

That's right, I'm now in Xiao Yaoqing's hands!

If the other party wanted to kill me, they could do it with just a flick of their finger!

But he didn't want to die!

Aren't these rich young masters who spend their days eating, drinking, and having fun the most afraid of death?

But Zha Yadu had been pampered in Dadu for too long, and his first reaction was not to beg for mercy, but to stubbornly maintain his intimidation:

"Xiao Yaoqing, try touching me!!"

Do you know who my father is?

Xiao Yaoqing: "..."

He looked down at Zha Yadu, his eyes filled with a mixture of impatience and pity:

"Aren't you annoying?"

"How many times have you said that to yourself today?"

"Besides bringing up your father, who else can you bring up?"