Apart from her increasing anxiety, Ji Yunshu was puzzled by the man’s words. ‘What did he mean by ‘ordered to take both of your heads’?’ How on earth did she end up getting involved in all of this?
If these people are from the same group of assassins that attacked them in the memorial hall previously, it could be said to be a logical development, but they should only be targeting Jing Rong!
Yet, she got dragged into this. Was this punishment for meddling in someone else’s business?
Ji Yunshu tightly gripped her front cloth as she bit her lip. She leaned on the wall and continued to observe the situation outside.
Although the battle was fierce, Jing Rong’s agility could deal with more than 10 black-clothed people. With a sword in his hand, he had already claimed a few lives, and the blood that dripped from the blade bore witness to his deeds.
Suddenly, one of the black-clothed men got past Jing Rong’s defenses and took that opportunity to target Ji Yunshu.
“Die!”
Ji Yunshu didn’t tear her eyes away as she continuously retreated until her back hit a wall. In that fraction of time, her brain worked fast in order to find a way to dodge that attack. Her front had long been wrinkled into a mess by her grip. The sword continued to pierce through the air until it was about three centimeters away from her when Jing Rong got a free moment to kick a stone which homed straight at the assassin’s wrist. The pain caused the man to involuntarily release his sword, which dropped to the ground.
In that split moment, Ji Yunshu stretched her hands and used all her strength to push her attacker away. The man shouted in pain as he fell to the ground, clutching his arm tightly.
“Come here!” Jing Rong shouted at her as he held out his hand at her.
Without hesitation, she ran back towards him, her outstretched hand inexorably nestled into his wide palm, allowing him to grasp it and hold onto her. Together, they escaped from that place.
However, the black-clothed men unrelentingly chased after them!
The previously quiet night was now covered in a strange atmosphere!
Led by Jing Rong, Ji Yunshu had no choice but to run until she was at her wits’ end and her ears were filled with the constant howling of the winds. “Your Highness, please don’t mind me. Escape quickly. I don’t want to burden you.”
Jing Rong’s eagle-like expression was calm and collected. He continued to firmly hold onto Ji Yunshu’s hand. “I will not abandon you. We are in this together, be it in life or in death!”
‘Huh!’
Upon hearing those words, Ji Yunshu was stunned. Suddenly, it was as if her legs were light as feathers. It made her confused, but at the same time, it seemed like almost all the problems were blown away in the cold wind. Even Ji Pei had never uttered such words to her!
They were able to distance themselves from their pursuers for about 20 meters, but they were still caught up to and surrounded in the end.
Jing Rong shielded Ji Yunshu by standing in front of her. He gave her a side glance before asking her, “Teacher Ji, are you scared?”
“I am.”
There was no lie in her words. Despite seeing countless corpses, she never had the intention to become one of them, which made her fear not unfounded.
In the event the magistrate didn’t have a brain fart and summoned a coroner to do her autopsy, wouldn’t her body go through even more hardships?
Obviously, the surroundings were fraught with danger, but her answer provoked Jing Rong’s laugh. He spoke, “Rest assured! Even if you are going to see the king of hell, I will go together with you. Whether you want to admire the flowers or drink wine, this prince will definitely accompany you.”
‘Hey, hey, hey! Your imagination is too wild. The dead who are descending to the underworld only wear white clothes and their destination is the bridge of reincarnation where they drink Meng Po’s broth of oblivion 1and reincarnated afterwards. Where would they have the time to enjoy the flowers and drink wine? How delusional!’
Ji Yunshu stood behind Jing Rong. One of her hands was still holding onto his hand, while the other was pulling at his sleeve.
She breathed in a puff of cold air before speaking, “I don’t want to admire the flowers or drink wine either. If I die, I wish that Luan’er would burn me some clothes, or even better, shoes. What’s more, I want her to burn my sandalwood box because everything inside that box is precious to me. I don’t want her to burn paper money to me since I will worry that the underworld air is too damp and the paper money will rot. It’s better if she burned some gold and silver or valuables. Oh right! She has to…”
For the first time, Jing Rong realized Ji Yunshu could be a chatterbox.
She was monologuing as her eyes were turning red. Yet, Jin Rong frowned and asked her, “Who is Luan’er?”