"That’s fine, then I’ll head back first," Yang Chuxia thought for a mont. Waiting here all night was indeed unfeasible, and with the recent cold weather, if she waited all night, she would likely catch a cold by the next day. Now that she had a child, if she caught a cold, she couldn’t take dicine, and she would be the one suffering in the end.
"I’ll co over again tomorrow."
"Alright, once he’s better, I’ll have soone notify you."
After speaking with Mu Shaoling, Yang Chuxia went back to rest. She didn’t return to the small tower that night but slept in the Yang Family’s quarters instead.
Worried about Linhao, she didn’t sleep well. For so reason, before she went to sleep, she always felt an uneasy premonition.
When midnight arrived, that premonition inside her heart finally materialized.
A group of n in black suddenly burst into the Yang Family ho. The servants who ca out upon hearing the commotion were either wounded or killed.
Yang Dachuan and the others naturally woke up as well, and at this ti, Yang Chuxia, who was in another courtyard, couldn’t help but feel anxious. She was worried about Mu Shaoling and the others in the West Crossing Courtyard, as well as Old Yang and the rest.
So she and Xiu’er each held a small crossbow and hurried toward Yang Dachuan’s courtyard.
Once outside, she saw Yang Dachuan wielding a long bench against the n in black.
Yang Chuxia raised her hand and shot an arrow.
The man in black fighting with Yang Dachuan instantly fell to the ground.
"Dad, Mom, how are you?" Yang Chuxia hurried to their side and asked.
Ms. Wang, seeing her co over, imdiately pulled her close and looked her up and down, "Are you alright? Does your stomach hurt?"
"Mom, I’m fine. And Grandpa? Yunyun?"
As soon as Yang Chuxia asked this, Ms. Wang’s face turned pale. They had encountered the knife-wielding n in black as soon as they ca out and hadn’t even had the chance to check on Yunyun’s courtyard yet.
"Xiaxia!"
Seeing the anxious look on Ms. Wang’s face, Yang Chuxia understood and said quickly, "I’ll go find Grandpa and Yunyun."
Who would have known that just as she stepped outside, she saw Old Yang pulling two children and running forward, with three knife-wielding n following behind.
As soon as Yang Chuxia saw this, she charged forward without thinking about anything else. However, since she was still concerned about the children, her movents were slower, and she didn’t manage to deal with the two or three n imdiately.
Fortunately, Qingyou and the others arrived in ti to take so pressure off her. After dealing with three n, two more n appeared. This ti, the n in black had a white strip on their sleeves.
In the blink of an eye, it was clear that these were two different groups of attackers, but it was unknown which faction they belonged to and why they intended to harm the Yang Family.
"Damn it!" On her way there, she had already encountered several bodies of servants. Were they trying to exterminate the entire Yang Family? Rage boiling inside her, Yang Chuxia could no longer concern herself with the children; she moved swiftly, ghost-like, and in a few breaths, the two n were taken down.
Turning her head, she saw one of the three n on the ground was still alive, his eyelids trembling. He was playing dead. Yang Chuxia walked over, promptly dislocated his jaw, and searched for any hidden poison before finally giving up.
"Tieshu, you and Qingyou stay here and watch over my father and the others. Fugui, you and the others follow ."
"Yes"
But just as they had taken a few steps, they heard Yang Dachuan’s alard shout, "Dad, what happened to you?"
Yang Chuxia turned her head and froze. Old Yang’s back was covered in fresh blood; it was obvious he had been slashed from behind.
"Dad, take this pill and give it to Grandpa, then carry him on your back and follow to the West Crossing Courtyard," she said as she took out a pill from her pouch and handed it to Yang Dachuan. This was a pill she had once extorted from Mu Shaoling.
Due to her habits as a special agent, she always carried these items with her.
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