If you were cold and aloof in your past life, why are you crying in this one?

Chapter 26

"Xi Lingxian, are you trying to drive me crazy so you can go find another man?"

"So clever."

"Dream on!"

Amazingly, after New Year's Eve, both of them had grown a year older and were able to speak calmly and peacefully.

"call out--"

A sharp whistling sound suddenly pierced the lively crowd, and a black arrow, its fletching gleaming coldly, shot straight toward Wang Jue.

"There's an assassin!"

Someone let out a heart-wrenching scream, and the once bustling crowd on the shore instantly erupted into chaos.

Screams, cries, and frantic footsteps mingled together, turning the faces of the people who had been happily strolling through the temple fair pale as they fled in all directions, covering their heads.

"Protect the young master!"

Wang Jue's personal guards reacted swiftly, immediately drawing several swords from their waists and quickly protecting Wang Jue and Xi Lingxian in the middle.

Almost simultaneously, dozens of assassins dressed in black and masked emerged from all directions. Wielding sharp blades and with sinister eyes, they surged forward like a tidal wave, their attacks ruthless and deadly.

Wang Jue drew his soft sword from his waist with a snap, its blade supple yet incredibly sharp, gleaming with a chilling light; Xi Lingxian also instantly drew a dagger from her sleeve.

The royal guards who could stay close to Wang Jue were all burly and could easily take on ten men at once. However, the assassins were clearly prepared and did not linger in battle; their blades were pointed directly at Wang Jue.

Xi Lingxian, both wary and somewhat annoyed, said, "It seems I've been dragged into this again by you."

Wang Jue had long since lost interest in arguing with her.

"Don't speak, stay close to me."

As she spoke, she saw her wrist flick, and two flashes of cold light suddenly flew out from her sleeve. Xi Lingxian didn't see it clearly, but she heard two muffled thuds, and the two black-clad assassins at the front fell to the ground, their blades striking their necks, killing them instantly.

The number of men in black increased, seemingly endless.

Although the royal guards were highly skilled, they were all tied up and unable to break free.

Amidst the chaotic battle, a dense mass of dark shadows suddenly swept across the sky, the piercing sound of wind cutting through the air echoing in our ears.

Another volley of arrows came from afar, flying straight towards Xi Lingxian's location!

"Be careful!"

Wang Jue's pupils contracted sharply. He instinctively spun around, shielding Xi Lingxian tightly in front of him. His wrists flicked, and his soft sword moved with incredible speed, drawing a sharp, cold light in the air to deflect all the incoming arrows. However, one arrow still managed to slip through and pierce his arm.

"what!"

The assassin took advantage of the chaos to slash at her with his sword. Seeing that he was injured, Xi Lingxian disregarded everything, snatched the soft sword from his hand, and with a flick of her wrist, it flew out like a snake. In the flash of cold light, the two closest men in black were cut by the soft sword. Wang Jue then threw the last two hidden weapons from his sleeve, which hit the two men in the chest.

When the Wang family guards saw their master injured, they instantly went berserk and desperately rushed to protect him.

As a series of neat and rapid footsteps approached from afar, Xi Rui led a troop of soldiers and quickly surrounded the area.

Just as Xi Lingxian breathed a sigh of relief, a sharp pain shot through her wrist. Looking down, she saw a small cut from the blade when she dodged, and bright red blood was slowly seeping out along her fair wrist bone, wetting the hilt of the dagger.

"Are you injured?"

Wang Jue noticed immediately and squatted down. "Let me see."

The soft sword in Xi Lingxian's hand fell to the ground, and she was about to catch her breath with her other hand, which was holding a dagger.

"Fanfan, watch out!"

Just then, Xi Rui let out a heart-wrenching scream. The black-clad assassin who had been stabbed in the heart by a flying knife and fell behind Wang Jue was still breathing and had not died.

Taking advantage of the moment when Wang Jue was bent over with her back turned to check her wounds and was completely unprepared, she struggled to get up from the ground, covered in blood, with a ferocious look in her eyes. Holding a short knife, she silently stabbed Wang Jue in the back!

"Behind me!"

Xi Lingxian's pupils contracted sharply. The bloody scene of her death in her previous life instantly overlapped with this moment. Without time to think, relying on her instinct for survival and self-defense, she gripped the short knife in her hand tightly and used all her strength to stab the assassin's exposed neck!

puff.

The sharp blade pierced her flesh, and blood gushed out instantly, splattering Xi Lingxian's face with warm, scarlet blood.

The assassin twitched a few times and collapsed heavily to the ground.

Xi Lingxian remained frozen in place, the dagger still in her hand, the blood splattered on her face slowly sliding down, her eyes instantly becoming vacant.

The warm, metallic smell of blood and the sensation of it piercing flesh were exactly the same as the scene in her previous life when, in despair, she stabbed Xi Yao in the neck.

Endless fear and despair instantly swept over my entire body.

All his strength seemed to be drained away in an instant, his legs went weak, and he fell straight forward.

Wang Jue was terrified and immediately stood up and reached out to firmly pull her into his arms.

The person in my arms was ice-cold, trembling slightly, with a face as pale as paper and eyes filled with belated fear and confusion.

His heart suddenly ached, and he pulled her tightly into his arms, gently patting her back with his palm. "It's alright, it's alright."

Xi Rui joined the battle with a group of guards, and the assassins, who were already being suppressed by the royal guards, were instantly routed.

After the clash of swords, the ground was littered with debris and filled with the stench of blood. The black-clad assassins who had been rampant just moments before had been slaughtered without a trace. The few survivors were tightly bound with ropes and taken away to await rigorous interrogation.

Xi Lingxian's blood-stained hand trembled violently, and all the tension in her body was instantly drained away.

A wave of overwhelming weakness washed over his limbs, his vision blurred, and he could hear nothing clearly before he finally lost consciousness.

The moment the person in Wang Jue's arms fainted, his blood seemed to freeze instantly.

This scene was exactly the same as the last time he saw her in his previous life.

The scene was equally chaotic, and the clothes were soaked in blood...

The difference was that this time, the person in his arms was warm, alive, and carried her scent.

Xi Rui rushed over and immediately saw the person lying unconscious in Wang Jue's arms. His expression changed drastically. "Is my sister alright?"

He tried to take his sister from Wang Jue's arms, but Wang Jue not only didn't let go, but tightened his grip even more.

Even though his injured arm was in so much pain that cold sweat beaded on his forehead, he refused to back down in the slightest.

"Your arm is injured too, what are you doing holding onto her? Move aside, let the doctor treat you!"

Looking at his bleeding arm and then at his sister's pale face in his arms, Xi Rui felt anxious and helpless, and urged him sternly.

The accompanying physician, carrying a medicine box, hurried forward. Not daring to disturb the two locked in a stalemate, he first examined the arrow wound on Wang Jue's arm. After pulling out the arrow, he carefully examined it and quickly bowed, reporting, "Don't worry, sir. The arrowhead was not contaminated with any deadly poison. It's just a flesh wound; stopping the bleeding and bandaging it will suffice. There's no danger to his life."

Even so, Xi Rui still ordered someone to bring Qingxin Jiedu Pills and have Wang Jue take them, just in case.

The doctor took out gauze and wound medicine to bandage his wound. From beginning to end, Wang Jue held the unconscious Xi Lingxian tightly with one hand, without letting go at all.

"Wang Jue! My sister is just exhausted and is fine. Can't you take care of your own injuries first?"

Wang Jue kept his eyes closed, his thin lips pressed into a cold, hard line, ignoring Xi Rui's words.