Crisis Amidst Four Fronts

A cold glint flashed in Xiao Ce's eyes; what a clever trick to sow discord.

If he were to kill him today after making those remarks, the emperor would definitely have a problem with him.

The most famous thing about Medicine King Valley is its Longevity Pill, which is said to extend the life of a dying person by a year or two.

Five longevity pills can extend one's life by five or six years. Who wouldn't be tempted by that?

He was betting that he wouldn't dare.

Seeing Xiao Ce hesitate, Luo Yan felt much more at ease, and his previously tense body relaxed slightly.

But he miscalculated one thing: Xiao Ce never played by the rules.

Most of the people present thought that Prince Shun should compromise, but he refused.

Taking advantage of Luo Yan's relaxation, Xiao Ce increased his speed to the maximum, and arrived in front of Luo Yan in just a few breaths.

Luo Yan was startled, but it was too late to defend himself.

Xiao Ce gripped Luo Yan's throat with one hand, and a snapping sound rang in everyone's ears.

Luo Yan tilted his head to the side, and his neck was snapped.

"Bang!"

As the body fell to the ground, the entire scene fell silent.

"By my order, capture every single person from Medicine King Valley today."

The Prince of Shun bowed and responded in unison.

"Yes, Your Highness."

The Thousand-Clad Guard hesitated but still answered "Yes."

They are indeed the Emperor's men, but as the Emperor has instructed, all actions today must be carried out under the command of Prince Shun.

The sounds of fighting came from afar, which the mother and daughter sitting on the second floor of the restaurant heard clearly.

But the sounds of fighting gradually faded away and could no longer be heard. I have no idea what happened to them now.

A sharp explosion rang out across the sky, and a brilliant red streak appeared in the heavens.

Seeing this, both Mo Wen and Mo Da breathed a sigh of relief.

"Madam, His Highness sent someone to say that red indicates the crisis has been resolved."

It's been more than half a day since they left home this morning. The mother and daughter have had enough of staying at the restaurant, and it's not safe to be on the streets now, so Ji Yueru plans to take An'an back home.

"Let's go back to the manor."

Although the Prince of Shun's men sent a signal that the crisis had been resolved, who knows if there are still any survivors.

As Ji Yueru came out of the private room, she had a vague feeling that something was wrong. She looked at An'an in her arms.

Seeing that An'an didn't react much, he thought that she was probably overthinking it. If there was any real danger, An'an would definitely be able to sense it immediately.

I walked a bit inside the private room and then went downstairs.

It was so quiet, the entire restaurant was eerily quiet.

There wasn't a single customer in the lobby, and the counter where the restaurant owner should have been was also completely empty.

Sensing danger, Mo Wen and Mo Da had already placed their hands on the hilt of the sword at their waists.

Even if Ji Yueru was slow to notice, she could tell that something was wrong.

"An'an, An'an!"

He called out to her in his heart twice, but there was no response from An'an, who had just fallen asleep in his arms.

Ji Yueru didn't believe that An'an couldn't hear her calls, thinking that she was just sleeping soundly, so she pinched her butt hard.

But An'an seemed oblivious to the pain and showed no reaction whatsoever.

Ji Yueru's heart sank. Something was wrong with the restaurant, and something was wrong with An'an too.

"Be careful!"

Mo Da, who was walking at the front, shouted loudly, and the sword he had just drawn from his waist had already left afterimages as he danced. Mo Wen, who was walking at the back, did the same.

As soon as they saw arrows coming from all directions, Chunhua, Zhiyi, and Shuyi disregarded their own safety and formed a circle around them, protecting Ji Yueru and An'an in the very center.

All Ji Yue could hear was the sound of arrows whistling through the air and the clanging of swords knocking them down.

Even Ji Yueru had to admire the timing of the attack. They were currently stuck in the middle of the stairs, in a position that was neither up nor down, so even if they wanted to run, they couldn't run fast.

At this moment, Mo Wen's forehead was already covered in sweat; this couldn't go on forever.

He was very puzzled. The guards brought by the Marquis's mansion had been waiting at the entrance of the restaurant, as well as his master and the Thousand-Cloth Guards. Where had they all gone?

Unbeknownst to the master and servants, an invisible wave of light separated the restaurant from the people outside.

Looking from outside the restaurant, customers were eating in the main hall, the manager was standing behind the counter fiddling with an abacus, and waiters could be seen busily working in the lobby from time to time. It was no different from usual, and no one noticed anything amiss.

Xiao Ce, who had just killed Luo Yan, felt a sharp pain in his chest and couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his chest.

Ever since everyone in the royal family learned of An'an's true feelings, Princess Changping has distanced herself from Ji Yueru and her daughter.

In her view, the mother and daughter are the biggest trouble right now, and she doesn't want them to disrupt her current life rhythm.

"Princess, it's a carriage from the Marquis of Anshun's residence. It should be the Marquis of Anshun's wife and Princess Zhaoyang at the restaurant."

Stop.

Changping stopped the carriage and, through the open window of Yuhe's carriage, saw the carriage of the Marquis of Anshun's mansion parked in front of the restaurant, with several guards of the mansion standing beside it.

Although she is someone who dislikes trouble, there's no reason for her to avoid it when she sees it.

"Let's go, since we've run into them, let's go say hello."

"Yes, Master."

The master and servant alighted from the carriage, followed by guards.

As Yuhe helped Princess Changping step into the restaurant, she felt an electric current run through her body, leaving her with one foot still outside the door.

The noise from the restaurant outside had all stopped, replaced by the clanging of arrows striking swords.

The voice was all too familiar; his pupils contracted as soon as he looked in the direction the voice came from.

Two hands reached out to them from both sides, and the glint of the sword flashed in her eyes.

Changping, having grown up amidst the treacherous intrigues of the palace, possesses a level of vigilance far surpassing that of ordinary people.

Sensing something was wrong, he grabbed Yuhe's hands with both of his, shifted his weight backward as he took a step forward and pulled her back, pulling his body back from where he had entered the restaurant.

The black-clad men who had just grabbed them were nowhere to be seen, and Changping couldn't care less about anything else.

"There are assassins in the restaurant! Everyone, go in and rescue Princess Zhaoyang!"

As soon as Princess Changping shouted, the guards behind her reacted first and rushed into the restaurant.

After rushing inside, they discovered the strange things about the restaurant.

Upon hearing that Princess Zhaoyang had been assassinated, the guards of the Marquis of Anshun's residence, who were standing at the gate, rushed in without caring whether it was true or not.

It's true that Xiao Ce sent people to pursue the people from Medicine King Valley, but he also left quite a few people near the restaurant to protect the mother and daughter.

These people also heard Princess Changping's words and all rushed into the restaurant.

Upon entering, they discovered Mo Wen and Mo Da struggling to fend off arrows, along with a mother and daughter being protected by three maids.

Princess Changping's men disregarded everything else and flew to Mo Wen and Mo Da's side, relieving them of a great deal of pressure.

Those who came in later saw that there were no problems here for the time being, so they all rushed towards the room from which the arrows were shot.