Reborn as a Merchant Girl, the General's Beloved

"Don't be afraid." Shuyu heard it, so she stopped and comforted her, "The master looks fierce, but he is a good person."

Anan smiled and nodded. No wonder Shuyu insisted on introducing herself to the owner of the manor. She had only been on duty for two days, but she had turned the entire manor upside down.

"You Jue's uncle said that the matter has been reported to the master, and you should also pay your respects so that we can find you a job later." Perhaps she saw that Anan was a little reluctant, so she patiently told Anan about her husband's plan.

She and Wang Jue were both grateful people. They always felt that since Anan had stood up for them in times of crisis and offended many people because of it, they should seek a good future for them.

Anan comforted her and nodded along with her words. He looked up at the candlelight coming from the main house not far away, smiled with relief, and actually walked two steps faster, turned back and said to Shuyu: "Aunt Yu, please go, the food is cold!"

The two of them walked up the last few steps one after the other. Anan was about to lift the door curtain and go into the house, but suddenly he felt a chill on his shoulder. He stopped abruptly and looked around. There seemed to be nothing unusual, and it was so quiet that it was frightening.

Shuyu didn't understand what was going on, so she took two steps forward and urged her: "What are you standing there for? Go in!"

"Aunt Yu, what was that that flew past just now?" she wondered.

"Girl, are you hungry and dizzy?" Shuyu didn't care. She just took two steps forward, opened the door curtain with one hand and pulled Anan with the other hand, as if she was going to run away.

There was a muffled sound in the room. Before the two men could come to their senses and see clearly, something actually flew out from inside, tore the entire door curtain, and then fell heavily in the yard.

This time I finally saw clearly that the person who had just flown out from the inner room and was now lying in the yard was a young peasant woman.

The woman was wearing coarse cloth and her hair was half loose, covering her face so that her features could not be seen. She covered her chest and suddenly looked up at Anan. Through her messy hair, Anan only caught a glimpse of her whites of the eyes stained red with blood, revealing her murderous intent, but she eventually fell down due to her severe injuries.

Anan grabbed Shuyu's sleeve in panic. A few more muffled noises came from inside, and four or five men in black were thrown out one after another.

The woman just now broke the door curtain, and this time, even the window was broken.

Anan intentionally leaned against the door frame at the back, just in time to avoid these people.

Some were so badly injured that they died when they came out and fell to the ground like rags; some vomited blood and died before they could even crawl forward.

There was no sound around, it was eerily quiet.

At this moment, her lips and tongue were cold, her whole body was limp, and she didn't have the strength to run even if she wanted to.

As the footsteps from the inner room got closer, a man in black tights walked out slowly.

He walked to the corridor, stood in front of Anan, and looked at the assassins lying in the yard with his hands behind his back.

The other person was a head taller than Anan, tall and strong, and the moment he stood there, he blocked out the entire world.

Anan felt a chill running up his spine and straight to his head. The chill emanating from this man was far greater than the weapons in the yard.

Some guards from the mansion came out from nowhere and started to clean up the mess in the yard, and it was done in the blink of an eye.

Anan held the tray in his hand and stared at his back blankly.

Shuyu, who had been telling her not to be afraid, had fainted at some point.

He turned slowly.

Only a thick layer of sunset light remained, and she suddenly saw his face clearly.

It's him!

How could it be him!