Chapter 185 - 185: Attacked

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Upon seeing these people, Jiang Peihuan’s immediate thought was to safeguard the grains. Yet, she quickly realized that they weren’t there for the supplies, but for her.

Because those men in black directly unsheathed their swords, aiming straight at Jiang Peihuan.

With a swift movement, she drew her long whip from her waist, flicking her wrist to strike the man before her.

Ye Xiao, Wang Ying, and others were quick to back her up.

“Protect the Eldest Miss.”

The Flying Feathers Army was established by Xue Yan. To them, Jiang Peihuan held more value than any supply of grain.

As for Ye Xiao, she was only thinking about Jiang Peihuan.

Though those trying to assassinate Jiang Peihuan were highly skilled, her group was rejuvenated and seasoned. In no time, the attackers were either wounded or killed.

Still, they showed no inclination to retreat, determined to fight to the death.

It wasn’t long before only two of the attackers remained. Seeing Ye Xiao readying his dagger, Jiang Peihuan coldly commanded, “Keep them alive.”

Heeding her orders, both Ye Xiao and Wang Ying adjusted their attacks.

Soon, the duo was captured and presented to Jiang Peihuan.

Their face masks had been removed, revealing tattoos on their foreheads. Recognizing the mark a unique sign of assassins in the martial world.

Jiang Peihuan remarked, “You’re from the Dark Blood Pavilion.”

Hearing their identity disclosed, surprise flashed in their eyes, but they remained silent.

This didn’t seem to anger Jiang Peihuan. Instead, she turned her gaze to the man on her left, questioning, “Who wishes me dead?”

He responded with only silence, avoiding her gaze, prompting a smirk from Jiang Peihuan.

Without hesitation, she brandished her whip again, ensnaring the man’s throat.

With a sudden tug, the man’s complexion turned a ghastly shade of green.

His companion’s eyes widened in horror.

Struggling to breathe, the ensnared man’s face transitioned from green to a pale white. Just when death seemed imminent, Jiang Peihuan released her grip.

Gasping like a fish out of water, he barely caught his breath when the whip tightened around his neck once more.

After several such torments, sheer terror filled his eyes—a sentiment echoed by their onlookers, including the imperial guards led by Xu Zhao. Their previous contempt had vanished.

Taking a step closer, whip still in hand, Jiang Peihuan softly probed, “Last chance, will you speak?”

The man’s eyes were filled with fear, but he remained silent.

The expression in Jiang Peihuan’s eyes instantly turned cold. She suddenly pulled the man to the ground.

The man next to him was shocked when he saw this.

Unhurriedly, Jiang Peihuan coiled up her whip and approached the fallen man.

Jiang Peihuan spoke in a chilling tone, “I’m aware assassins like you aren’t afraid of dying. But are you afraid of a fate worse than death?”

Before the man could react to her words, she swiftly produced two silver needles and stabbed them into the man’s neck.

Intense pain surged through him, causing the man to writhe on the ground.

Jiang Peihuan watched him coldly. Once he was drenched in sweat, she stepped forward and removed the needles from his neck.

“I’m asking you one last time. Are you going to tell me or not?”

“I… I will,” the man croaked, looking fearfully at the trembling needle in her hand.

She simply stared at him.

Meeting her gaze, the man whispered, “I don’t know who’s pulling the strings, but I know their surname is Lin.”

“I’m not lying. That’s all I know.”

Hearing this, confusion flashed in Jiang Peihuan’s eyes. Hearing the surname ‘Lin’, her first thought was of Lin Ruhai. But she wondered if this incident was because of her or Lin Xingchen. She never once considered that it might be related to Lin Mengyao.

“Ye Xiao, release him.”

“Eldest Miss, are we letting him go just like that?”

Hearing Jiang Peihuan’s words, Ye Xiao looked somewhat disapproving. Still, he untied the ropes binding the man.

Jiang Peihuan spoke softly, “Even if he goes back, what awaits him won’t be pleasant.”

With that, she mounted her horse and moved on. The entire group followed in silence, not daring to speak.

As dawn approached, Xiao Junhao and Lin Mengyao were anxiously awaiting news.

At the Prince Qing Mansion:

Pei Wu walked into Xiao Junhao’s study.” How is it?”

Xiao Junhao, who had not slept all night, eagerly asked as he saw Pei Wu.

After a respectful bow, Pei Wu lowered his head and said, “My Lord, we failed.”

Hearing this, Xiao Junhao fell silent.

After a long pause, he said with a bitter smile, “Is this fate?”

His eyes filled with despair. Seeing his expression, Pei Wu quickly added, “Your Highness, don’t forget, Meng Yi is heading to Jiangzhou. King Cheng may not make it back to the capital alive.”

In Lin Mengyao’s room:

A maid rushed into Lin Mengyao’s room.

Lin Mengyao immediately put down the book in her hand and asked, “Well?”

The maid shook her head.

“She’s not dead?”

“Miss, the Master told me that Miss Jiang has many skilled fighters around her. Besides the guards arranged by King Cheng, she also has the Flying Feather Army of the Jiang family. It’s very hard to assassinate her.”

With every word from the maid, Lin Mengyao’s face darkened. She clenched her fists tightly, even though her nails were digging into her palm.

In the capital, Jiang Peihuan was unaware of these developments. All she could think of was reaching Jiangzhou as quickly as possible.

“Eldest Miss, we’ll reach Jiangzhou in another day,” Ye Xiao whispered, handing her a water bottle.

After taking a sip, Jiang Peihuan stored the bottle away. For some reason, as they neared Jiangzhou, her anxiety grew. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her heart. Ye Xiao, noticing this, quickly supported her. “Eldest Miss, are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

Jiang Peihuan shook her head and steadied herself. Then, she looked at Ye Xiao and said, “Let everyone know, we continue moving forward.”

“Yes.”

Jiang Peihuan felt like her heart was about to leap out of her throat.

She suddenly grew worried. Had something happened to Xiao Nanye or Jiang Changbai?

In the military camp at Jiangzhou:

“Master, the King of Chujiang has sent supplies,” Han Feng announced, pulling back the tent flap and smiling at Xiao Nanye.

Before Xiao Nanye could respond, Jiang Changbai from the side couldn’t help but ask, “How much did they send?”