The temperamental white moonlight is back, and the entire Marquis's family obediently calls him

Zhou Ming'an took a deep breath and unconsciously placed his hand on his heart, where there was a talisman.

The day before yesterday, she refused to go out with her mother at the dinner table. Although her mother didn't say anything, she noticed a fleeting look of disappointment in her mother's eyes.

Zhou Ming'an pondered for two days and today specially wore the clothes her mother had made for her.

When I went to greet my mother in the morning, she couldn't hide her surprise and delight.

The mother also happily mentioned, "Before I made the clothes, I got you a talisman from Yuanshan Temple, and sewed it onto your heart."

"If you feel unsafe, find your amulet; it might help you."

Zhou Ming'an didn't really believe in these things.

But now she was helpless and had no one to turn to, so she could only hope that this amulet would give her a glimmer of hope.

As she touched it, she noticed something was amiss.

She slowed her pace, unbuttoned her clothes, tore open the lining, and took out the amulet.

She had touched her second brother's amulet before; it was hollow inside.

But the amulet in her hand was very hard, and it seemed to contain something inside.

She quickly tore off the outer talisman, revealing the contents inside.

It was a piece of iron with one sharpened corner, which was wrapped in a piece of wood so that it wouldn't pierce the talisman and hurt people. The other corners were made in a strange way, but they fit snugly against the body except for the hand.

The piece of iron was held in his hand, like a dagger hidden in his palm.

She suddenly understood why her mother had said those things that morning.

This amulet was actually her mother's last trump card, secretly prepared for her!

A woman's scream came from afar.

That was the direction Cuilan had left in.

Zhou Ming'an gripped the amulet tightly, his eyes gradually hardening, and strode towards the north.

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Cuilan's face was hidden in the shadow of her cloak, but from a distance, it was clear that she was Zhou Ming'an.

Several burly men surrounded her.

"Are you named Zhou Ming'an?"

"say!"

Cuilan nodded, her voice choked with emotion: "Yes, I am Zhou Ming'an."

After confirming her identity, the men immediately started pulling at her clothes.

Cuilan clutched the hairpin tightly.

She knew she was doomed this time and her innocence was gone, but she also knew these people wouldn't dare kill her.

After all, Chu Yuan'er still needed the position of "Zhou Ming'an's husband" to plant spies.

Since that's the case, she might as well trade her innocence for her life; it wouldn't be a loss.

Cuilan behaved exceptionally obediently until one of them pressed down on her, at which point she suddenly raised the hairpin in her hand, plunged it into the other person's neck, and then pulled it out.

In an instant, blood gushed out.

The man opened his eyes wide in horror, but could only fall helplessly into a pool of blood.

The others instantly turned red-eyed and drew their weapons, but Cuilan shouted, "I am Zhou Ming'an! The daughter of the Marquis of Zhongjing! Who dares to touch me!"

They had obviously received advance warning and were not to harm Zhou Ming'an, so no one dared to step forward.

But one of the men, who had a braid, became agitated: "What kind of logic is this? She can kill us, but we can't kill her?!"

"I'd rather not do this job! I'm going to kill her!"

Cuilan looked up in alarm, but her gaze fell on a spot not far behind the man, and she froze.

Before the others could notice her gaze, Zhou Ming'an grabbed the man with the braid by the neck from behind.

With the metal shard pressed against the man's neck, Zhou Ming'an said in a trembling voice, "Let her go!"

"Otherwise, I...I'll kill him!"

The man with the braid was initially frightened, but upon hearing her trembling voice, he burst into a sinister laugh.

"Kill me?"

"Young lady, you've probably never even killed a chicken before, have you?"

"Do you know that a knife cut here won't kill you in one stroke?"

Cuilan seemed to have already foreseen their fate, gazing at Zhou Ming'an and murmuring softly, "Why did you come...?"

But at the same time, she understood that Zhou Ming'an had come for her.

"..."

The man with the braid suddenly attacked and tried to seize the knife.

He assumed the girl behind him was a helpless little girl.

However, after training with Duan Tianyin for so many days, the first thing Zhou Ming'an learned was how to defend himself.

She almost immediately recognized the man's actions, and two choices popped into her mind.

Either they don't dare to make a move, and then the man retaliates.

Alternatively, one stab and the man's blood splatters on the spot.

Zhou Ming'an saw Cuilan's expression.

Whether Cuilan was loyal or not, she at least understood her very well.

Zhou Ming'an is innocent and naive, with a soft temper and an even softer heart. She can forgive even the old lady who has hurt her countless times, let alone a treacherous maid.

She's always like this; even when she's tying a swing to the hibiscus tree in the backyard, she worries about whether the tree will feel pain.

They wouldn't even step on an ant.

Even as Lian Cuilan pressed the dagger against her neck, she was still asking, "What are you going to do?"

Zhou Ming'an thought that she was indeed too weak.

But she did not regret believing in Cuilan or Liu Muyuan.

On the contrary, she felt that perhaps it was because she was too weak that the people around her had to betray her in order to receive protection.

Ultimately, it's because she failed to protect the people around her, isn't it?

Zhou Ming'an closed his eyes and tightened his grip.

A strange sensation spread through her body, and warm liquid splashed onto her eyelids, but she did not open her eyes.

Repeat the same action on the second repetition.

The man with the braid is right.

From this position, a single strike won't kill someone.

But she can stab a second time, a third time.

Cuilan watched helplessly as her weak mistress killed the man, ran up to her, and reached out her hand.

"run!"

Cuilan was stunned for a moment, then quickly grasped Zhou Ming'an's hand and was pulled up by him.

There are three men left, and they can't defeat them head-on.

The two fled frantically, throwing their headdresses behind them as they ran, trying to hinder the pursuers.

They ran for an unknown amount of time until they were exhausted, and the thugs behind them were gradually closing in.

Just then, a familiar voice suddenly rang out from not far ahead:

"Ming An!"

It's Miss Lin.

She and her friends caught up on horseback!

They also seemed to have gone through a fierce battle, their hair buns were askew and disheveled, but it was nowhere near as bad as the two who were running wildly.

Miss Lin saw the blood on their bodies and faces, and also the pursuers behind them. Terrified, her face turned deathly pale, but she still reined in her horse and reached out to the two of them: "Quick! Get on!"

The two were each pulled onto a horse. Before the men could catch up, Miss Lin spurred the horse and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Giddy up!"