The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

 “Bang!” After the violent explosion, numerous fragments burst out and the large group of dead men in black was blown to the ground.

Murong Xue seized the opportunity. She gave the ground a push with her toe. Then her slender figure jumped out like an arrow from the bow. There were countless dead men in black. She knew she could not finish the killing since the number was huge and she was injured. So she left this time-wasting job!

The dead men were summoned by Qin Yuyan. Let the three of them enjoy it. As for whether they would live or die, rely on their own luck!

“Xue’er!” Ye Yichen squinted slightly and wanted to get up and go after Murong Xue. Unexpectedly, a large group of dead men swarmed around him, and he could only watch her go further…

The courtyard was blown out of a big pit, nearly a hundred Night Blood Stabber were killed and injured. The thick smell of gunpowder lingered on the tip of the nose. Qin Haoyan narrowed his eyes slightly, “What was Murong Xue throwing just now?”

“I don’t know!” Ye Yichen shook his head gently. He only saw that it was a small black bullet. It was really amazing that such a small thing should have such strong lethality. Just like Murong Xue, every time he saw her, she could give him an unexpected surprise…

Qin Haoyan gently raised his eyebrows. He thought it smelled like gunpowder. But shouldn’t gunpowder need fire? Murong Xue let it explode automatically, it was really incredible…

Swish! The Night Blood Stabber armed with swords, frantically cut to them!

Ye Yichen’s sharp eyes narrowed slightly, “The number is increasing. If they don’t stop, we could not know when it will end. Let’s leave first and send someone to destroy them later.”

“Okay!” Qin Haoyan nodded. Then he suddenly turned around and pulled out the sword on Qin Yuyan’s shoulder. The courtyard abounded dead and wounded, and the room was full of minced meat. Apart from the blood smell, the foul smell filled over all the courtyard. He had been longing to leave.

Qin Yuyan spat out one mouthful blood, she was pale and bloodless, face down on Qin Haoyan’s back, her eyes gradually wandering…

Ye Yichen exerted strong internal forces from his finger, knocking down all the dead men and then leaping to the high wall. Since strong internal forces continued to suppress the dead men, Qin Haoyan took the opportunity to carry Qin Yuyan and leapt out of the house, falling gently on the ground outside the courtyard.

“Yuyan is seriously injured. Take her back to the Prince Jing Mansion for a treatment.” Ye Yichen drifted down to the ground, turning around and striding forward.

Qin Haoyan frowned puzzled, “Prince Jing, where are you going?”

“There’s an urgent matter to deal with,” answered Ye Yichen, striding forward without looking back.

Looking at his gradually distant figure, Qin Haoyan’s mouth curved with a strange radian. What Ye Yichen had to deal with must have something to do with Prince Jing Mansion and the barracks. Now it was so late, the gates are closed, he could not go back to the barracks, what else was in such a hurry for him to deal with?

“Sister, has my future brother-in-law gone for Murong Xue?” Ye Yichen’s concern for Murong Xue could not escape his eyes.

She suffered such a heavy injury, however, Ye Yi Chen did not comfort her, nor did he take her to see a doctor, but went to see Murong Xue, which was very truly abominable!

Qin Yuyan was angry, she spat out one mouthful of blood and felt a sudden sharp pain in her chest. Then she was seized by dizziness and fainted unwillingly, the clothes near her chest was dyed red with blood…

Looking at her bleeding wound, Qin Haoyan’s cunning eyes flashed with a trace of heaviness. If the sword being a little bit more partial, her sister would be dead. It seemed Murong Xue was ready to take her sister’s life when she launched the attack. The woman was malicious!

Murong Xue’s style was very similar to Ye Yi chen!

The night was getting dark, Murong Xue was walking alone on the empty street, and her light footsteps spread far in the silent night…

She felt the wound on her left arm burning with blood continuously spilling outward and dyed red half of her sleeve. That blood scent haunted the tip of her nose, making Murong Xue frown tightly. The power of these monsters was really not small, if it weren’t for her fast dodge, half of her arm could be cut off…

A gust of wind broke out, and a crimson shadow fell from the sky, falling gently in front of her, “Xue’er!”

Murong Xue squinted and stepped back quickly, distancing herself from him, “What are you doing here?”

Looking at her alert eyes, Ye Yichen’s dark pupils became dim. He took a small porcelain bottle of light blue and handed it to her, “Your arm is injured. I’m here to send medicine to you.”

The porcelain bottle was delicate as jade. The faint fragrance of medicine overflew the bottle stopper. It smelled very good. Murong Xue knew it was the best wound medicine from the smell.

Murong Xue remained unmoved and said coldly, “Thank you for your kindness. There is a lot of wound medicine in the Marquis Mansion, so we won’t bother you.” She didn’t expect Ye Yichen to get rid of the dead men so quickly and unharmed. He really deserved the name of War God of Qingyan.

“They are your own anyway. This is my regard,” said Ye Yichen in a low voice, with sincerity in his sharp eye pupil.

Murong Xue ridiculed with disdain, “Ye Yichen, there is no relationship between us anymore. I won’t accept anything from you. Your regard should go to Qin Yuyan.”

Ye Yichen’s eyes flashed with complex. He lowered his eyelids slightly and did not speak.

“It’s getting late, I should go, enjoy your time.” Murong Xue said coldly and walked forward quickly. After walking through him, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm, “Xue’er…”

“Fuck off!” Murong Xue’s eyes were cold and she waved her fist to Ye Yichen.

Ye Yichen reached out and grabbed her wrist. His deep eyes flashed, “Xue’er, can we sit down and have a talk?”

“Price Jing, you have never liked me, nor have I liked you. The engagement that bound us has been completely dissolved. Now we are just strangers who know each other. What else can we talk about?” Murong Xue said coldly, and then suddenly lifted her feet to kick him. His grip was so tight that she could not break free and could only do this.

Ye Yichen stepped sideways, making Murong Xue’s slender body straight down to the ground…

“Watch out!” Ye Yichen stretched out his hand and took Murong Xue’s waist and lifted her up. Suddenly a familiar figure came into view, he looked up at him…

Murong Xue stood firm, angry and anxious, slapping Ye Yichen on his arm, “Get your hands off me!”

Ye Yichen did not move, and his sharp eyes looked straight ahead.

Murong Xue raised her head and saw a slender figure standing under the big tree in the front. The elegant appearance and the noble temperament was obviously Ouyang Shaochen!