The assassin's princess is actually my aunt

Chapter 152 Wushang, Who Am I?

Behind Qian Wuheng, several figures slowly walked out.

They walked in unison, with a clear goal in mind, towards Empress Dowager Duanrong.

"How dare you! How dare you disrespect the Queen Mother? Get out of here immediately!"

Seeing this, Nanny Qi was not afraid at all and rushed to Empress Dowager Duanrong in one step.

With his arms outstretched, he stood in front of his master like an indestructible wall.

Her face was full of anger, and her slightly old eyes glared at several people fiercely.

Those people were obviously intimidated by Madam Qi's aura and hesitated for a moment.

But he quickly turned around and his eyes fell on Qian Wuheng, as if waiting for his further instructions.

A hint of ferocity flashed in Qian Wuheng's eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he glanced at those people.

The man standing in the front had a face full of flesh and looked ferocious.

He suddenly took a step forward and pushed away Nanny Qi who was blocking his way.

Caught off guard, Nanny Qi lost her balance and fell heavily to the ground.

This man was not a Fengyi Guard, but Qian Wuheng's personal soldier, and he only had Qian Wuheng as his master in his heart.

He smiled coldly, full of contempt and disdain, and then stretched out his hand, ready to grab Empress Dowager Duanrong!

"Mother!"

"Her Majesty the Queen Mother..."

"Grandmother!"

Queen Meng, Madam Qi, and Princess Mingxia exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with anxiety and worry.

In an instant, a suffocating atmosphere of tension filled the Yide Palace.

Everyone present was terrified and pale.

Who could have thought that Qian Wuheng would be so unscrupulous and lawless!

He actually dared to kill Empress Dowager Duanrong in front of everyone, completely disregarding the reputation of the royal family and the ethics of filial piety!

Empress Dowager Duanrong was startled and subconsciously took a few steps back, but then her face changed drastically.

She suddenly felt a gust of wind coming from behind her, and saw a figure flash out as quickly as a ghost.

The man moved as fast as lightning, his sleeves dancing in the wind, as if he had become one with the wind.

Leng Xinmo rushed past Empress Dowager Duanrong like an arrow shot from a bow, his speed was unbelievable.

Even the Empress Dowager Duanrong, the Queen, Princess Mingxia and others who were closer.

All I could capture was a blurry afterimage.

Leng Xinmo's figure flashed, and he drew out the sword from the leader's waist with his right hand.

At the same time, he kicked the opponent in the chest.

With a wave of his hand and a slash of his knife, the evil claw that was originally stretched out towards Empress Dowager Duanrong was instantly cut off, and blood splattered everywhere.

Then, she was like a violent whirlwind, moving freely among the group of soldiers armed with sharp weapons.

Leng Xinmo's movements were cold and mechanical. Every time he swung his knife, he accurately and without error reaped a life.

Her swordsmanship is so sharp and ruthless that it makes people shudder.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of soldiers fell in a pool of blood. The scene was horrific.

"Ah! Ah..."

The screams came one after another, one louder than the other, echoing in the empty palace and irritating everyone's eardrums.

Everyone came back to their senses as if awakened from a dream.

Leng Xinmo retreated quickly and appeared like a ghost between Empress Dowager Duanrong and others and Qian Wuheng.

She stood there quietly, like a sculpture, with an extremely indifferent expression, as if she was indifferent to everything around her and detached from the world.

It's as if I've been abandoned by the whole world, lonely and helpless.

Just then, Qian Wuling, Duke Fuguo, and Taifu Wang walked into Yide Palace.

At almost the same time, Qian Wushang also arrived with Tianyi and others.

The moment his eyes met Leng Xinmo, Qian Wushang did not hesitate and rushed into the crowd.

He strode up to Leng Xinmo and opened his arms.

He held tightly in his arms the lonely woman who exuded a cold and murderous aura.

"Mo'er, don't be afraid, I'm coming..."

Qian Wushang's eyes were full of pity, and he whispered softly, as if he was afraid of waking the person in his arms.

Including Qian Wuheng, some are standing, some are lying, and some are lucky enough to be alive.

Hearing Qian Wushang's gentle voice, it felt like I was hugging a precious and fragile porcelain doll.

I was so shocked that I couldn't speak. Not only was I shocked, I felt aggrieved as well!

Prince Sheng! The one in your arms is not a porcelain doll, but a carnivorous plant!

Feeling that hot yet solid chest, a faint and cool fragrance seemed to penetrate the skin and seep into every part of my body.

Leng Xinmo's heart, which was originally filled with cruelty and murder, gradually calmed down.

She raised her head somewhat dazedly, and looked at Qian Wushang in front of her with confused eyes.

His lips trembled slightly, and he murmured to himself: "Qian Wushang..."

This low call was like a gentle breeze blowing across the lake, but it stirred up huge waves in Qian Wushang's heart.

Leng Xinmo's voice, as fragile as a candle in the wind, was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard.

"Yes, I'm here!" Qian Wushang responded softly, suppressing the heartache.

He hugged Leng Xinmo tightly, fearing that she would disappear if he let go.

At the same time, his sharp eyes like an eagle swept coldly over Qian Wuheng, Qian Wuling and others.

That look was like an extremely sharp blade, flashing with a chilling murderous aura that made Qian Wuheng's heart skip a beat.

At this moment, Leng Xinmo just wanted to indulge himself.

He completely leaned the weight of his body on Qian Wushang's warm and broad arms.

Because only in this way could she barely restrain her impending emotional collapse and not completely lose control.

No one knew that just now, she witnessed with her own eyes that Queen Dowager Duanrong was threatened by those people.

An uncontrollable rage suddenly surged in her heart.

This anger was so strong that it seemed to devour all her rationality.

She couldn't believe that her instinctive concern for Empress Dowager Duanrong definitely didn't just come from the few short months they spent together.

Leng Xinmo closed his eyes tightly and asked with a slightly trembling voice: "Qian Wushang, who am I?"

"You are Leng Xinmo."

Qian Wushang answered without hesitation.

Leng Xinmo suddenly opened his eyes, stared straight at Qian Wushang, and continued to ask:

"Then... did you see the fear in those people's eyes just now?"

Qian Wushang nodded silently to show that he noticed.

Leng Xinmo's eyes became more and more sharp. She bit her lip and whispered, "Then you..."

Before she could finish, Qian Wushang suddenly interrupted her.

His tone was cold and firm: "They deserve it!"

Leng Xinmo couldn't help but be stunned, his eyes stayed on Qian Wushang.

Then the corners of his mouth slightly raised and he let out a clear and pleasant laugh.

This smile is like the warm spring sun, shining on the white snow, and like a hundred flowers in full bloom, gorgeous and dazzling.

As the laughter sounded, the murderous aura that originally permeated Leng Xinmo's body gradually dissipated.

She gazed deeply into Qian Wushang's eyes, with a determined light flashing in her eyes.

Qian Wushang, since you like me, you can never like anyone else!

Qian Wushang understood Leng Xinmo's meaning, his eyes were affectionate and confident: Mo'er, in this life, there will be no one else except you!