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

His eyes were soft as water at this moment, staring blankly at Zhou Zhiruo by the carriage outside the window, his lips slightly pursed, the warmth in his eyes almost overflowing.

Last night, when no one was paying attention, Zhang Wuji sneaked up to Zhou Zhiruo and whispered, "I will remember your kindness in feeding and watering me for the rest of my life."

The words weren't explicitly stated, but the meaning was crystal clear; it was tantamount to laying all cards on the table.

Zhou Zhiruo's heart was pounding so hard she almost jumped out of her chest, but she forced herself to keep a straight face and not give herself away.

That was her childhood dream, the person she could never let go of!

After learning Zhang Wuji's true identity, she immediately understood the trouble this matter was in—after all, it involved the secret of the Dragon-Slaying Saber, and whoever got involved would be unlucky.

So she kept her mouth shut, not even revealing a single word to her senior sister or her master, Abbess Miejue.

But she was so happy that she didn't notice one thing.

Zhang Wuji's feelings for her had long since transformed into "From now on, my heart will only hold him for the rest of my life."

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But Zhou Zhiruo felt more like she was meeting an old friend she hadn't seen in years; she felt warm but less excited.

Nobody knows why this is happening.

For example, Zhou Zhiruo was not unaware of Zhang Wuji's sticky gaze at this moment.

But her mind wasn't on that at all.

On the contrary, the moment she stepped out of the city gate, her brows furrowed slightly, and something indescribable flashed in her eyes. She stopped, slowly turned around, and took a deep look at the city gate behind her.

Jingxuan saw this and quickly took two steps closer, asking, "Zhiruo, what are you looking at? Hurry up and catch up!"

"Hey, senior sister."

Zhou Zhiruo quickly came to her senses and hurried to the carriage.

But she couldn't help herself and turned her head to glance at it again.

Jingxuan noticed her movement and wondered, "Did Zhiruo leave something behind? Or... is she waiting for someone?"

The current Zhou Zhiruo does seem to have lost something.

Whether it was an item that was lost, or something else, only she knows.

The group from the Emei Sect had already traveled further and further west.

At the entrance of Green Willow Manor on the other side, a lively scene unfolded.

Zhao Min changed into men's clothing, holding a folding fan in one hand and with the other hand behind her back, and strode out of the manor.

Everyone around her—whether it was Yuan Bing or those two old guys, the Xuanming Elders—all bowed respectfully.

Just as Zhao Min was about to get into the sedan chair, a sudden burst of rapid hoofbeats approached.

Everyone looked over.

A young man dressed in black robes rode a tall horse, holding a long sword in his hand, followed by a large group of Yuan Dynasty cavalry, who were rushing towards them with great momentum.

The moment the Seventh Prince's son, Zha Yadu, appeared, the slight smile in Zhao Min's eyes vanished completely.

The surrounding guards and servants all bowed in unison, saying, "Greetings, Young Prince!"

This Zha Yadu, the beloved son of the Seventh Prince, is a well-known sycophant in the Ruyang Prince's Mansion.

He dismounted, beaming, and approached Zhao Min: "Minmin, I've finally found you!"

Zhao Min frowned, and coldly retorted, "You sent someone to watch me?"

Zha Yadu, feeling embarrassed, gave a dry laugh: "I was just worried about you."

He quickly explained, "My father said you were ordered to quell the rebellion, and I was extremely anxious, so I specially dispatched a team of men to help."

To be honest, Zhao Min really wanted to yell "Get lost!"

Leave.

But this man was no ordinary playboy; he was the Seventh Prince's own son.

If she were to turn hostile on the spot, it wouldn't matter to me, but the Ruyang Prince's Mansion would likely be manipulated by others in the court in the future.

Zhao Min suppressed her anger and glanced at him indifferently: "You can come along, but don't ruin my plans."

Upon hearing this, Zha Yadu's eyes almost shone with light.

He patted his chest and assured him, "Don't worry, I'll do whatever you say!"

Zhao Min ignored him, reached out and lifted the sedan curtain, then bent down and sat inside.

Zha Yadu immediately followed, also trying to squeeze into the sedan chair.

"Snap—"

Zhao Min unfolded her folding fan, which blocked his chest.

What are you doing?

Zha Yadu was taken aback: "I'll protect you closely."

Zhao Min frowned again and shook her head: "My sedan chair is narrow, just right for one person. If you want to come along, ride a horse behind."

As soon as he finished speaking, "whoosh!"

With a soft thud, the curtain fell.

He stood there, his teeth chattering, his face stiff and unnatural.

But as long as he can stay by Minmin's side, he'll do anything she asks.

He turned around, preparing to mount his horse.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a figure—Xiao Yaoqing was walking leisurely out of the entrance of Green Willow Manor.

The smile on Zha Yadu's face froze instantly.

Xiao Yaoqing naturally saw him as well, and nodded slightly out of politeness.

As soon as Zha Yadu arrived, he ran into Xiao Yaoqing.

Xiao Yaoqing gestured with his chin at him: "Oh, the young prince is here too?"

Upon hearing this, Zha Yadu felt a surge of anger rising within him, and coldly replied, "Do I need to report to you where I'm going?"

Xiao Yaoqing frowned, thinking to himself, "What's gotten into this guy? I didn't provoke him."

Before he could reply, the sedan curtain was lifted again.

Zhao Min poked half her head out and smiled at Xiao Yaoqing: "Why are you so late? Come on up, we should go."

After she finished speaking, she moved to the side to make room for herself.

The meaning was obvious—she wanted Xiao Yaoqing to sit with her.

Zha Yadu whirled around, his eyes wide like saucers: "Minmin, didn't you say there was no room in the sedan chair?"

Zhao Min didn't even glance at him, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Xiao Yaoqing and I sat down; there really weren't any empty seats."

"Minmin, you—"

Before Zha Yadu could say anything more, Zhao Min's voice turned cold: "You followed me yourself, I didn't invite you here. If you're not happy, go back to Dadu."

"I……"

Zha Yadu quickly waved his hand, forcing a smile, "Don't be angry, I didn't say anything..."

Xiao Yaoqing shook his head as he watched this scene.

A simp is still a simp.

This guy not only ended up with nothing, but he also lost his entire family fortune and ultimately his life.

Xiao Yaoqing used to think he was quite pitiful, but now that he has seen him in person, he only has one thought left—if you don't die, who will?

As for why Zhao Min insisted on taking him along, Xiao Yaoqing was also puzzled.

After all, what happened in her room before was quite outrageous.

Judging from this, Zhao Min probably wants to make Zha Ya Du give up completely.

If it were Zhang Wuji, Xiao Yaoqing definitely wouldn't have gotten involved.

But now it's all the same whether you get involved or not.

Xiao Yaoqing stepped onto the sedan chair's steps.

Zha Yadu turned his head again, his eyes filled with confusion: "Minmin, since this sedan chair can seat two people, why didn't you let me get in, but instead let this servant get in?"

Zha Yadu spat out "servant".

When he said those two words, his eyes were filled with obvious disdain, and he deliberately glanced at Xiao Yaoqing.

He already disliked Xiao Yaoqing, and now that he had the chance, how could he hold back and remain silent?

Upon hearing the word "servant"

Xiao Yaoqing frowned slightly.

Judging from his usual temper, Zha Yadu is probably in deep trouble today.

Before Xiao Yaoqing could even react, Zhao Min's voice came from inside the sedan chair, as cold as ice:

"Zha Yadu, what did you just say?"

The voice was so cold that even Zha Yadu, the sycophant, couldn't help but shiver.

He tensed up instantly, and could barely speak:

"I...I...didn't...say that right?"

In terms of status, he was indeed a cut above Zhao Min.

But he was still Zhao Min's lapdog after all.

Upon hearing Zhao Min's clearly angry tone, he began to feel uneasy.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Min lifted the sedan curtain and stepped out.

Step by step, he walked up to Zha Yadu.

Her eyes held a warning, and her tone was full of threat:

"Xiao Yaoqing is not my servant, he is my personal bodyguard. I hope Your Highness will speak with more respect."

Zha Yadu saw the coldness in Zhao Min's eyes and sensed the distance in her words.

Although Zhao Min used to call him "Zha Ya Du" (meaning "tooth-piercing")

He wasn't very polite, but Zaya Du was quite happy about it.

But now, Zhao Min says "Your Highness".

It seems to have clearly defined the relationship between the two of them all at once.

It was as if he was clearly telling him: We have nothing to do with each other anymore.

This is what Zha Yadu fears most!

He hurriedly waved his hand:

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that, Minmin, I didn't..."

"Don't call me Minmin!"

Zhao Min interrupted him directly.

Actually, "Minmin"

It's not exactly an affectionate nickname. Zhao Min's real name is Minmin Temur, so calling her Minmin isn't a big deal.

But at this moment, when Zhao Min heard Zha Yadu call her that, an inexplicable sense of annoyance welled up in her heart.

When Zha Yadu heard this, his heart ached.

He instantly realized that his relationship with Zhao Min was probably completely over.

He spoke hastily:

"No, that's really not what I meant, Min..."

I still want to call out "Minmin"

But upon seeing Zhao Min's gaze, he swallowed his words.

He changed his tune and said:

"I misspoke, I apologize immediately!"

After saying that, he actually walked up to Xiao Yaoqing and spoke.

"I'm sorry, Young Master Xiao, I misspoke just now, that's not what I meant."

Xiao Yaoqing was taken aback by Zha Yadu's appearance.

Immediately afterwards, a hint of disappointment surfaced in his eyes.

That's right, who is Zha Ya Du?

The dignified heir of the Seventh Prince!

With such a distinguished status, why would he lower himself to Zhao Min just because he likes her?

Even her subordinates have to be careful around her?

Xiao Yaoqing clicked his tongue inwardly, shook his head, and even looked at Zha Yadu with a hint of admiration in his eyes:

"To lick your boots to this extent, you're truly unbeatable."

If Xiao Yaoqing were to transmigrate and become Zha Yadu...

Zhao Min would never dare to show him such an expression.

Xiao Yaoqing was certain of this.

He stared at Zha Yadu, remaining silent for a long time.

Zhao Min turned around and waved to Xiao Yaoqing:

"Get in the car, let's go."

After saying that, she lifted the curtain and went inside, without lowering it, clearly waiting for Xiao Yaoqing.

Xiao Yaoqing didn't waste any words. He gave Zha Yadu a deep look, then turned around and stepped onto Zhao Min's sedan chair.

The curtain closed, and the two squeezed into the narrow carriage.

The moment the curtain was drawn, a hint of panic and "sincerity" flashed across Zha Yadu's face.

All traces of remorse have vanished.

The face that replaced it was one of resentment and malice.