Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Xie Zhiwei was unable to mobilize the Dark Dragon Army stationed outside the palace in a short period of time. Except for a few who served in front of the emperor, these guards were obviously no match for the assassins.

After just a few moves, Xie Zhiwei realized that this group of people were the assassins who had ambushed outside the hunting ground.

For him, it was a matter of settling both new and old grudges.

"Your Majesty, please wait for me here, don't move."

Jinchen nodded seriously, and continued to sit on the dragon-carved soft chair holding the life-saving dagger, as if he was determined to live off his wife.

This was the first time that the generals present, including Mu Zhongzheng, saw Jie Zhiwei use the so-called peerless martial arts. Every move killed the enemy and his figure was so clear that people could not even see him, making it impossible to analyze his next move.

Moreover, he was too brutal. The assassins who were close to him died in an extremely ugly way, which was both neat and cruel.

Xie Zhiwei's cuffs were stained with the assassin's blood. Perhaps stimulated by the smell of blood, he attacked without any regard for severity. The generals sensed the overwhelming murderous intent and dared not get close to him, for fear that Xie Zhiwei would be so happy with the killing that he would not be able to tell who were his own people.

What surprised Mu Zhongzheng even more was this group of assassins who appeared out of nowhere. Their movements and techniques were neither like those of the martial artists nor the officials, but they always gave him a sense of déjà vu.

"Han Zhou, have you seen this group of people?" Mu Zhongzheng took advantage of the chaos to protect Han Zhou behind him and asked.

"...Prince Su." Han Zhou held the dagger tightly in his hand. "You were troubled by Prince Su when you were at the border. I remember that."

"It turned out to be him."

Mu Zhongzheng frowned. Prince Su had fought with the late emperor for the throne, but he still had evil intentions.

"Let him confront the Regent, and the master will reap the benefits." Han Zhou suggested.

"No, Jie Zhiwei must die within this month. Xianming may have a way."

Han Zhou suddenly fell silent and said no more.

Mu Zhongzheng: "But... we can let Xie Zhiwei know that these people were sent by Prince Su."

But that’s obviously not the case today.

Xie Zhiwei usually did not use this set of skills. He knew in his heart that there would be problems if he practiced the remaining scroll. He was so bloodthirsty that he could hardly control his mind.

But this group of people are really difficult to deal with. They are like loaches, just hiding without fighting and using all kinds of dirty tricks. Such a shameless fighting style has never been seen in the world of martial arts.

Xie Zhiwei was worried about Jinchen's safety and wanted to die quickly to get rid of these little loaches. But when he came to his senses, the ground was still littered with broken limbs and body parts, and the assassins' blood had flowed into the lotus pond, dyeing most of the pond red.

The guards who had just dealt with the assassin were now protecting the ministers and frightened royal relatives behind them, and were on guard against him.

Xie Zhiwei threw away the broken half of the sword, looked back at the vigilant eyes of the crowd, a gloomy and depressed look flashed in his eyes, but he said nothing.

He was just stained in a pool of blood, his black robe and cold skin looked as cold as broken ice in winter in the bitter summer.

The young emperor, who was so well protected that not even the corners of his clothes were disheveled, suddenly stood up and walked slowly towards Xie Zhiwei despite the guards' attempts to stop him.

"Your Majesty..."

Liu Feng stopped the general who was trying to stop him and shook his head secretly. The general had to hold back his words and just hoped that His Majesty would not be hurt by the bloodthirsty Regent.

"You won, why are you standing there like an idiot?" Jinchen seemed not to see Jie Zhiwei's eyes which were so dark that there was no light at all. He walked to his side and took his sword-holding hand.

"As expected of my regent, you are really amazing."

Xie Zhiwei's fingers trembled, and she subconsciously held Jinchen's hand. She bit her tongue tightly to suppress the murderous intent in her heart, which disappeared completely when she met Jinchen's eyes.

"They are afraid of me." Xie Zhiwei said softly.

"I'm not afraid. They are not important."

"...I have killed many people, so they are afraid of me." The cold light in Xie Zhiwei's eyes dissipated a little, and his tone softened.

"You didn't kill any innocent people, there's no reason to be afraid."

Jinchen wiped away the drop of blood that splashed on Jie Zhiwei's face with his fingers, and then hugged him in his arms without any distance.

"I was so scared before, but now I'm not scared at all."

Xie Zhiwei's cheek was pressed against Jinchen's clothes that smelled of sandalwood. The sound of stroking the clothes was lighter than the falling of lotus petals, as if the murderous intent was dispelled and rationality was awakened.

He rubbed gently and put his arms around Jinchen's waist, regardless of how shocked the ministers who had not yet left were or how they felt it was immoral.

The hug that no one dared to stop in a pool of blood was like their repeated surrender because they were afraid of Jie Zhiwei but had to compromise.

It was more like a warning, telling them that they were never qualified to be his opponent.

[The villain's darkening value is detected -10, totaling 40! 】

Mu Zhongzheng looked at this scene with a slightly gloomy expression, and a bad premonition finally arose in his heart.

Can he really... succeed in killing Jie Zhiwei?

The guards searched the bodies of the assassins but found nothing that could prove their identity. Jinchen asked the remaining officials to leave temporarily while the Dark Dragon Army conducted a thorough investigation of the entire palace.

Xie Zhiwei had only one order: if anyone with strange movements was found, it would be better to kill the innocent person than to let him go.

Before Mu Zhongzheng left, he deliberately left a cryptic message that would allow Xie Zhiwei to discover that the person behind the scenes was Prince Su. Whether he believed it or not, Mu Zhongzheng knew that according to this man's suspicious nature, he would also send people to secretly investigate Prince Su.

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Just after noon, Jinchen, who was resting in the bedroom, was awakened by the sound of footsteps. He sat up and saw Jie Zhiwei, who had changed his clothes and was walking towards him.

"How is it being handled?" Jinchen asked.

"The identity is still under investigation, but I discovered that... the assassins this time are the same group as the assassins who blocked the hunting ground before."

Xie Zhiwei had other things to say, and did not lean into Jinchen's arms as usual.

"Ah?" Jin Chen went from bewilderment to surprise, "The assassin before was not you..."

Did I misunderstand the cold beauty?

Xie Zhiwei knelt down, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "I wanted to test you before, but the assassins I arranged will never harm you."

"In other words, they were intercepted by the assassins along the way?"

Xie Zhiwei nodded, but still didn't stand up.

Jin Chen had no choice but to pull him up. "Okay, I don't remember this matter anymore. Why should I kneel again?"

The assassin came suddenly today. Even if Xie Zhiwei didn't say anything, Jinchen knew that he must be extremely tense inside. He hooked his fingertips to unbutton his ink-colored long robe, held him in his arms and carried him to the bed.

"You should have told me earlier. Why did you explain it only today?" Jinchen rested his chin on Jie Zhiwei's shoulder, and his voice seemed to vibrate in unison with his heartbeat. Jie Zhiwei's eyes flashed lightly, and her beautiful eyebrows were like a dark mountain covered with light snow, hiding a softness that only Jinchen could see.

"Like Your Majesty, I have long forgotten that incident."

Xie Zhiwei raised her eyes to look at him, a faint smile on her lips, "But I don't want to have any grudges against you, so I came here to explain."

Of course, such words should be said at a better time so that they can be more effective.

Be it pity or guilt, as long as it can increase his most important position in Jinchen's heart, it doesn't matter if there are a few more misunderstandings.