Su Xin was keeping her head down while casually glimpsing through the chaos to see how Qu Feiqing was doing.
Quick as lightning, Qu Feiqing was a sight to behold in the battlefield. With her amazing agility, she didn’t need to have the strength of the bull to take down assassins twice her size. Her weapon was a folding fan with a series of concealed sharp blades embedded at each tip.
Light footed as she was, Qu Feiqing could be mistaken as though she was dancing. She moved gracefully, flopping her fan such that the blades were sent flying and in a few seconds, several men were lying on the ground writhing in pain. The cries and shouts of horror were her music and the battlefield was her stage. With her every step came spurts of blood staining her white gown.
In her peripheral view, she caught sight of a whooshing arrow shooting towards the carriage. She held her breath for a moment, worried that her companion might not be able to reach her country after all. But not long after, inky black hair peeped through the smoke. With that, Qu Feiqing continued doing her slaughter knowing Su Xin was fine.
The assassins outnumbered the emperor’s guards and several of them were now advancing towards her in a pack. Shouts of people yearning for the remaining guards to protect her majesty could be heard. It was pure chaos, the ground glistened like it was drenched in rain but the liquid was an ugly shade of scarlet.
From the corner of her eyes, Qu Feiqing saw Su Xin sprint for the forest with Shu Juan. Qu Feiqing became livid, thinking that Su Xin was taking advantage of the situation and was escaping from her and their agreement. Or worse, she could have been a double spy. Her eyes shone a ghastly coldness from her believed betrayal and she began to wield her weapon with much furor than before.
Qu Feiqing was delivering her attacks aggressively without any trace of mercy, when she sensed a someone approaching her from the back.
On instinct, she aimed her weapon towards the unwanted person but lowered it after seeing who it was.
Su Xin tore the outer layer of her gown as she ran towards Qu Feiqing, wind blowing against her face uncomfortably making her appear even more flustered. Su Xin knew herself that she was not in shape to fight but she’s flexible enough to help.
Astonished, Qu Feiqing could only look at Su Xin in daze.
“Your Majesty, here I am.” Su Xin said while catching her breath and Qu Feiqing was brought back from her stupor.
Wasting no time, Su Xin plunged into the battlefield with a weapon from a corpse nearby her.
After hiding Shu Juan in a safe corner, Su Xin rushed back to fight alongside the emperor despite Shu Juan’s cries of protest. Her savage nature begged her to join the battle, to relish in the pleasure of killing once again.
She also wanted to gain Qu Feiqing’s trust.
With all her might, she waved the long, double-edged sword in her hands with a rather awkward technique. It’s been ages since she last took ahold of a cold weapon and the untrained body of original owner was not helping one bit.
Merely relying on memory and on her own fervor in fighting, Su Xin swung the mighty sword against the assassins. It turned out to be a futile move. One specific assassin concentrated his internal energy on his palm and punched it at Su Xin’s chest when she was open.
Su Xin was was sent flying away in mid air. Her backside violently hit the ground and she howled in agony. She even heard her bones crush due to the impact.
It looked like she could never rival these men’s ancient martial arts no matter how good she was at combat.
[Host, that was the martial arts of ancient China.] Fourteen’s science chimed in at the wrong time.
I fucking know it. If not, how the hell would I go flying away?
Su Xin was keeping her head down while casually glimpsing through the chaos to see how Qu Feiqing was doing.
Quick as lightning, Qu Feiqing was a sight to behold in the battlefield. With her amazing agility, she didn’t need to have the strength of the bull to take down assassins twice her size. Her weapon was a folding fan with a series of concealed sharp blades embedded at each tip.
Light footed as she was, Qu Feiqing could be mistaken as though she was dancing. She moved gracefully, flopping her fan such that the blades were sent flying and in a few seconds, several men were lying on the ground writhing in pain. The cries and shouts of horror were her music and the battlefield was her stage. With her every step came spurts of blood staining her white gown.
In her peripheral view, she caught sight of a whooshing arrow shooting towards the carriage. She held her breath for a moment, worried that her companion might not be able to reach her country after all. But not long after, inky black hair peeped through the smoke. With that, Qu Feiqing continued doing her slaughter knowing Su Xin was fine.
The assassins outnumbered the emperor’s guards and several of them were now advancing towards her in a pack. Shouts of people yearning for the remaining guards to protect her majesty could be heard. It was pure chaos, the ground glistened like it was drenched in rain but the liquid was an ugly shade of scarlet.
From the corner of her eyes, Qu Feiqing saw Su Xin sprint for the forest with Shu Juan. Qu Feiqing became livid, thinking that Su Xin was taking advantage of the situation and was escaping from her and their agreement. Or worse, she could have been a double spy. Her eyes shone a ghastly coldness from her believed betrayal and she began to wield her weapon with much furor than before.
Qu Feiqing was delivering her attacks aggressively without any trace of mercy, when she sensed a someone approaching her from the back.
On instinct, she aimed her weapon towards the unwanted person but lowered it after seeing who it was.
Su Xin tore the outer layer of her gown as she ran towards Qu Feiqing, wind blowing against her face uncomfortably making her appear even more flustered. Su Xin knew herself that she was not in shape to fight but she’s flexible enough to help.
Astonished, Qu Feiqing could only look at Su Xin in daze.
“Your Majesty, here I am.” Su Xin said while catching her breath and Qu Feiqing was brought back from her stupor.
Wasting no time, Su Xin plunged into the battlefield with a weapon from a corpse nearby her.
After hiding Shu Juan in a safe corner, Su Xin rushed back to fight alongside the emperor despite Shu Juan’s cries of protest. Her savage nature begged her to join the battle, to relish in the pleasure of killing once again.
She also wanted to gain Qu Feiqing’s trust.
With all her might, she waved the long, double-edged sword in her hands with a rather awkward technique. It’s been ages since she last took ahold of a cold weapon and the untrained body of original owner was not helping one bit.
Merely relying on memory and on her own fervor in fighting, Su Xin swung the mighty sword against the assassins. It turned out to be a futile move. One specific assassin concentrated his internal energy on his palm and punched it at Su Xin’s chest when she was open.
Su Xin was was sent flying away in mid air. Her backside violently hit the ground and she howled in agony. She even heard her bones crush due to the impact.
It looked like she could never rival these men’s ancient martial arts no matter how good she was at combat.
[Host, that was the martial arts of ancient China.] Fourteen’s science chimed in at the wrong time.
I fucking know it. If not, how the hell would I go flying away?
