Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
She had never seen anyone so eager to die.
“We’re in a carriage, and we’re traveling on the main road. Even if soone is chasing us, wouldn’t the instinct of a coachman be to flee on his horse imdiately?”
But this coachman stopped and waited for the n in black to attack!
“You… How did you find out?” The coachman clutched his stomach in disbelief.
He thought he had concealed himself well enough. Throughout the journey, he did not reveal any murderous intent, only delivering An Jiuyue to those secret guards.
Little did he know that the secret guards sent after her would be so easily defeated.
That was when he decided to take matters into his own hands.
“You put on quite a good act. I almost believed you were sincerely loyal to the
Prince Zhan Yun Residence. But didn’t you hide a little too quickly? Hmm?”
She approached the coachman gracefully. With a casual swing of her hand, she stabbed the dagger into his chest. Not only the blade but also the hilt sank into his body.
The coachman let out a miserable scream, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
“You… You did that on purpose?”
He finally realized why An Jiuyue had asked him to hide. She did it on purpose to determine whether he was loyal to the Prince Zhan Yun Residence.
It was also his mistake. All An Jiuyue had done was glare at him, and he imdiately slipped off his horse and hid.
This gave An Jiuyue a legitimate reason to suspect him.
“Does the old Emperor only have people… like you? Huh? What a pity. His dream won’t co true.” An Jiuyue chuckled and got into the carriage. The coachman watched as An Jiuyue drove away and took his last breath.
“How are you? Are you injured, Jiuyue?”
Qian Jiyun had just left the palace when he heard about this and rushed back imdiately.
When he arrived at the Qiongzhi Courtyard, An Jiuyue was building a snowman. She placed a red hat on the tall snowman’s head and turned to look at him when she heard his voice.
“I’m fine. Don’t worry.”
“He actually dared to attack you! How dare he!”
Qian Jiyun felt a chill run down his spine. He strode up to her and pulled her into his arms.
“I’m glad you’re fine. I’m glad you’re fine.”
He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that An Jiuyue was fine.
“This isn’t a surprise! He can’t defeat you or take your life, so he wants to use the lives of those around you as leverage against you!”
An Jiuyue patted his back to calm him down.
She had been at Huayan Peak and Wulong Mountain. How could those people hurt her?
“He deserves to die!”
Qian Jiyun took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.
He had planned to endure it for a little longer, but it seed like it was no longer necessary. The old Emperor had a desperate death wish, so he might as well die.
“Yan Shen, invite Eldest Brother Yan here,” Qian Jiyun instructed Yan Shen coldly in the study.
“Yes, Master,” Yan Shen replied and left.
If it were up to them, they would have done this long ago. However, their master and the Third Prince had been hesitating.
“You want Eldest Brother Yan to usurp the throne?”
An Jiuyue propped her chin on one hand and looked at the gloomy Qian Jiyun..
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