The Double
Chapter 296 - 114 Reinforcements_4

Chapter 296: Chapter 114 Reinforcements_4

Ye Mingyu muttered outside, "How come there’s not a single person."

A gust of wind slightly lifted the curtain of the carriage, and without reason, Jiang Li’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Turning a corner, they were at Green Stone Lane. Despite the familiarity of the street, a foreboding feeling suddenly surged in Jiang Li’s heart. She called out, "Uncle!"

"What’s up, A..." Ye Mingyu’s "Li" had barely left his mouth when a cold voice sliced through the air. His reaction was also incredibly fast. Without thinking, he drew his sword and blocked behind him, and a loud "clang" echoed as his sword clashed with another.

Several dark shadows leaped out from the eaves, moving with lightning speed, blending almost completely with the night, and they pounced towards the carriage from all directions, their sword points aimed straight at Jiang Li!

"Protect Miss Biao!" Ye Mingyu only had time to shout this before entangling with these black-clothed assassins.

Jiang Li’s heart "thumped," realizing that Yongning could have ordered Feng Yutang to deal her a deadly blow, yet she hadn’t expected it to come so soon! Not to mention the time it takes for messages to travel from Yanjing to Tongxiang, at the very least, it wouldn’t be so swift. Upon receiving Yongning’s command, Feng Yutang would probably hesitate due to her being Jiang Yuanbai’s daughter. Her identity alone would give Feng Yutang pause.

But calculations can be wrong. Feng Yutang and his master Yongning were born bold and ruthless. Perhaps he even believed that Princess Yongning would keep him safe from harm, which is why he dared to be so reckless!

Jiang Li glanced outside and her heart sank. Good heavens, Yongning had really gone all out—they had only seven people, while Yongning’s troops numbered over twenty. Among these twenty or so, there seemed to be a few with exceptional martial arts skills entangled with Ye Mingyu; the rest, slightly inferior, were also hindering the other guards. People kept lunging toward the carriage, targeting Jiang Li!

This can’t go on! Jiang Li suddenly had a thought: these people were after her, not Ye Mingyu and the others. But if the fight continued, Ye Mingyu could be in danger. Without a second thought, she scrambled out of the carriage, startling Ye Mingyu who shouted, "Jiang Li, get back!"

"I’m fine, Uncle!" Jiang Li, with movements as quick as the blink of an eye, turned and drew the dagger from her sleeve. She cut the carriage’s ropes, stepped on the stirrups, flipped onto the horseback, pulled the reins, and galloped into the night.

In an instant, she was gone.

Seeing Jiang Li abandoning the carriage to flee, the assassins no longer wished to entangle with Ye Mingyu and the rest; they pursued Jiang Li instead. Ye Mingyu would not let them succeed so easily, continuing to fight with his sword. But with the enemies outnumbering them, some managed to slip away, following Jiang Li’s trail.

On horseback, Jiang Li’s mind became clearer with each passing moment of danger.

Sometimes, the more perilous the situation, the more panicked people get, the easier they make mistakes. Sometimes, when there wasn’t an immediate threat of defeat, panic could quickly lead to surrender. She knew the importance of never giving up until the last moment, and more so, she had a trump card no one else possessed.

Her familiarity with Tongxiang.

Jiang Li had already noticed that the group who had come to assassinate them had split into two groups. The smaller group with better skills, and the larger group with lesser abilities—the ones with superior martial arts must be Yongning’s men, and the riffraff must be rogues Feng Yutang found from who knows where. Those now doggedly pursuing her must be Princess Yongning’s!

After all, their mission was to kill her.

Jiang Li smiled faintly as the horse skillfully navigated through the forest paths. In the darkness, the moon was gradually obscured by thick clouds, leaving everything unseen.

But she moved as if she could see, nimbly weaving through the forest.

She grew up in Tongxiang; this place was her home. She had watched Xue Zhao hunt and knew that during a hunt, it was most important to lure the prey into traps, to do so quietly, bit by bit. Every tree, every plot of land, served as her natural shield, the courage of familiarity.

The corners of Jiang Li’s mouth lifted; the sound of pursuit behind her was getting closer. She could even feel that if she turned her head, a gleaming Silver Sword would be lying across her neck, ready to steal her life in an instant.

But she merely deftly leaped over a clump of grass ahead and stopped.

"Plomp," "plomp," "plomp."

Three sounds.

Like heavy objects plunging into water, followed by strange cursing and panicked cries for help.