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If she hadn't acted quickly, Dongzhi would surely have been struck by a sword!
The rain intensified, falling like exploding beads. The sound of the soft sword being wielded was nearly drowned out by the downpour. This was a premeditated assassination!
Dongzhi's face turned pale with fear, forgetting even to cry out. Song Feiwan cursed inwardly. Hadn't the heavens checked the almanac before stepping out? How could she encounter such a calamity?
Clang! The sound of a block echoed as a man in black on horseback drew his saber from his waist and engaged the attackers. "My lord!" his attendant shouted, rushing to assist.
Song Feiwan quickly scanned the alley and realized that among the five pedestrians, aside from herself and Dongzhi, everyone else was charging toward that man! No wonder she had sensed something off about their footsteps earlier.
The assassins seemed to harbor a deep grudge against the man, their moves vicious and clearly aimed at taking his life. The man's attendant, though skilled, was no match for them and was soon knocked off his horse.
Outnumbered three to one, the man held his ground for now. Amidst the curtain of rain, blades clashed with tremendous force, sending sparks flying.
Dongzhi had never witnessed such a scene; her legs turned to jelly from fright, yet she stubbornly stood in front of Song Feiwan.
"There's no time!" Song Feiwan urged, grabbing Dongzhi's hand and pulling her back while lowering her voice. "We need to get out of here!" Helping was out of the question; she couldn't even ensure her own safety.
Dongzhi stumbled along as she was dragged away. Suddenly, an assassin was violently kicked over by the man and came crashing toward them!
Song Feiwan quickly turned with Dongzhi to avoid being hit, but her umbrella was knocked from her hand. In this life-and-death moment, there was no way she could retrieve it; instead, she shot a cold glare at the attackers and thought angrily: If you're going to fight, at least open your eyes!
Above, as the assassin made his move, Zhuo Jian saw Song Feiwan's servant dash out without hesitation, remarking, "These two women have quite the nerve; I thought they would be too scared to move."
As for Nan, who sat leisurely sipping tea, his gaze remained indifferent. The clash of blades and the glint of steel did not pique his interest at all.
When Song Feiwan's umbrella was knocked aside, revealing her true appearance beneath, Zhuo gasped in surprise. "It's her!"
Zhuo was also somewhat taken aback. "Miss Song?"
Nan's fingers tightened around the teacup for a brief moment before he finally lifted his gaze toward the alley.
Caught in the chaos of battle, the two women’s clothes and hair were drenched and somewhat disheveled. He easily discerned which one was Miss Song.
Dressed in a lake-blue gown, with skin as flawless as cold jade and eyes as dark and bright as stars on the prairie, she was breathtakingly beautiful.
The light rain, cold wind, flashing blades, and shadows of blood only intensified her captivating allure.
In stark contrast to the maid who was already trembling with fear, her serene face showed no signs of terror.
Her dark eyes and slightly pursed cherry lips revealed her displeasure.
Beside her, Zhuo asked cautiously, "Is Miss Song perhaps here to look for her master? Has she really gathered five hundred taels?"
The battle in the alley had escalated to a fever pitch; Rong Jiayi's attendant lay injured in a pool of blood.
Several assassins charged at him like madmen, disregarding the women’s safety as their blades narrowly missed them time and again.
Zhuo carefully inquired, "Master, may we intervene?"
The handsome and noble man raised his hand slightly, gazing at Song Feiwan, finally revealing a smile.
The real show was just beginning.
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