The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 113 Li Xianyun felt that this person was very frivolous (second update)

Chapter 113: 113 Li Xianyun felt that this person was very frivolous (second update)

Yelu Yan feared that Li Xianyun would encounter danger during her journey, so in addition to Bater and Zhuo Ma’s protection, there were also Shadow Guards secretly safeguarding her.

He didn’t want Li Xianyun to think he was having someone follow her, so he specifically ordered the Shadow Guards not to reveal themselves unless absolutely necessary.

At this moment, seeing Li Xianyun and her maid trapped and unable to escape, the Shadow Guards hidden in the shadows were about to step out, but Tuoba Che raised his hand to stop them.

Everyone looked at him puzzled, not understanding why.

Tuoba Che lifted his cyan chin towards them.

Following his indication, they looked up and saw a man in white clothes approaching from not far away.

They instantly understood and continued to lurk in the darkness, ready to strike at any moment.

During the escape, Li Xianyun had been analyzing the purpose of the masked men.

She didn’t know if they intended to kill to silence her, to kidnap for ransom, or to threaten and frame her.

Hearing what the leader of the masked men said, Li Xianyun finally understood their intentions.

They wanted to sow discord and frame Xiao Dilu.

That meant that she and Youlan were not in mortal danger on this trip.

Seeing the masked men closing in, Li Xianyun shielded Youlan behind her, stood against the wall, and pointed her sleeve arrow at the leader of the masked men, saying, "Take one more step and see if I won’t shoot through your throat!"

The words were extremely cold, causing the leader to instinctively halt his steps.

Li Xianyun was known for never missing her mark, and one arrow could kill—a fact he had witnessed.

But a mere hidden arrow was no threat to him, a man with high martial skills.

He paused only for a moment before continuing his approach towards Li Xianyun.

Li Xianyun kept her sleeve arrow pointed at him but did not activate the switch.

As she had been shooting arrows, she was counting their number.

There was only one short arrow left in the quiver, which had to hit its target.

If she could just kill the leader of the masked men, the group would be headless, and they would surely panic for a moment.

By taking them by surprise and using poison, she could retreat unscathed.

And even if she didn’t manage to poison all the masked men, she wouldn’t be in mortal danger, as their goal was to frame someone, not to take a life.

Seeing this, the leader of the masked men confidently believed that Li Xianyun was bluffing and sneered, "Have you run out of arrows in your quiver?"

As an assassin who dealt with weapons frequently, he was familiar with sleeve arrows.

A quiver of sleeve arrows could only shoot four arrows before running out.

And Li Xianyun had fired at least six or seven arrows, so it was impossible for her to have any left.

The leader of the masked men gestured with his hand, and his men surrounded them.

As the group of masked men drew nearer, Youlan tightly clutched Li Xianyun’s clothing, scared and closing her eyes.

Li Xianyun, still aiming the sleeve arrow at the leader of the masked men, remained calm and composed, without a trace of panic showing on her face.

She seemed like a hunter patiently waiting for her prey to approach and let down its guard.

Finding her serious demeanor laughable, the leader of the masked men said, "Stop pretending; there’s no way there’s..."

A "thwack" sound cut him off as an arrow, swift as lightning and too quick for the ear to respond, pierced his throat.

The leader of the masked men convulsed, his mouth opening and closing without producing a word.

His eyes were wide open, staring at Li Xianyun in disbelief.

It turned out she did have an arrow, and she had refrained from shooting only to wait for him to get close, leaving him with no chance to dodge.

But he understood too late in his life.

The masked leader fell heavily to the ground, twitched a few times, and then breathed his last.

The other masked men were terrified by the sight and involuntarily took a step back.

Li Xianyun raised her sleeve toward the group of masked men and said coldly, "You can see that I am not making empty threats. Anyone who dares come close will meet the same fate!"

With the lesson learned, the masked men looked at each other, too scared to come any closer.

Just then, one of the masked men said, "Brothers, she shoots her arrows one by one. If we rush her together, she can’t possibly kill all of us at once."

Li Xianyun sneered, "I may not be able to kill all of you at once, but I can kill any one of you who comes at me first. Who will it be?"

She knew that desperados were not united, and in the face of danger, they thought first of their own safety, so of course, no one dared to step forward.

As expected, the masked men all stood still, not daring to take a step closer.

They say that to kill a man is to defeat his spirit, and Li Xianyun paused before speaking, "Even if you dare to come forward, what’s the use? You wouldn’t dare to kill me. How would you explain yourselves to your master when you return?"

Shock filled the eyes of the masked men. How did this woman know their intent was not to kill her?

Li Xianyun flicked her sleeve, and the bag containing poison dropped into her palm. She was about to scatter it at the masked men when a cold voice rang out.

"What are you doing?"

The masked men turned to look, and saw an exceptionally handsome man standing at the entrance of the alley.

Next to him stood a young man.

The man was unremarkable in appearance, with an ugly scar from a cut stretching from the corner of his left eye all the way to his crown, looking very frightening.

The masked man said coldly, "Mind your own business, scram!"

The handsome man chuckled coldly, glanced lightly at the man beside him.

The scarred man understood, drew a long sword from his waist, and in the next moment, quickly lunged forward.

His swordplay was incredibly fast; before anyone saw how he struck, the masked man was already heavily felled to the ground.

The warm, nauseating stench of blood rose from the ground.

The scarred man slightly wiped the blood off his blade, sheathed his sword, and walked back to the side of the handsome man.

The handsome man slowly walked up to Li Xianyun. His peach blossom eyes were exceedingly attractive, and his lips held a smile as gentle as a spring breeze.

If it had been any other woman, she would have been utterly enchanted. However, Li Xianyun just felt that this man was frivolous.

The man spoke, "Miss, are you alright?"

Li Xianyun’s red lips parted slightly, "I’m fine, thank you for your help."

With that, she took Youlan and left this place of trouble.

Watching her retreating figure, the handsome man couldn’t help but purse his lips and smile.

The scarred man approached the handsome man and asked, puzzled, "Master, she just walked away like that?"

The handsome man’s expression turned cold in an instant, and he slapped the scarred man hard across the face.

The scarred man immediately knelt on the ground and bowed, "Please forgive me, my lord."

The handsome man said coldly, "Who allowed you to act on your own?"

The scarred man hurriedly said, "I couldn’t bear to see you being belittled by Yelu Yan and Xiao Dilu, so I came up with a scheme to set them against each other and had the masked men tell the woman that it was Xiao Dilu who sent them to kill her."

"Such contrivances will only backfire," said the handsome man coldly. "If there is a next time, don’t expect me to avenge you!"

The scarred man knelt and bowed, "Yes!"