My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

"Finally, you've come."

Amidst the black-clad encirclement, Sima Qin calmly spoke and gently placed his teacup down.

Yin Liang's expression changed.

Because the voice of this "Sima Qin," unexpectedly, was not the deep and aged voice of a man, but a female voice with a hint of amusement!

In the next moment, "Sima Qin" wiped off his face, revealing a charming visage. It was Liu Yexi, who had been waiting here for a long time!

"Playing the role of the Great Chancellor for three consecutive nights, you really made me wait!"

Liu Yexi shouted angrily.

Outside the courtyard, numerous torches lit up. The secret guards of the Imperial Announcements Bureau all appeared!

"Ah, we fell into a trap!"

Yin Liang's pupils contracted as he looked around at the surrounding people closing in.

Each of them was in the Nature Realm, and their combined strength was not to be underestimated.

Liu Yexi had already reached the King Realm cultivation.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Looking at Yin Liang, who was still new to the King Realm, she felt no panic; there was even a touch of disdain!

With this level of skill, daring to raid the Great Chancellor's Residence?

If it weren't for the Young Master's reminder, they might have succeeded. But with the Young Master's warning, this guy was throwing himself into a trap!

"Capture them and find out who their employer is!"

"If you can't capture them, execute them on the spot!"

Liu Yexi ordered with dominance.

The secret guards behind her rushed forward, engaging in a fierce battle with the night operatives.

While parrying attacks, Yin Liang retreated towards the courtyard entrance.

"Brother, what should we do?"

A nearby night operative asked.

"Run! What else can we do?"

Yin Liang said resentfully, "Blame that idiot surnamed Wu; he messed up at a critical moment. If it weren't for him, with Fang Yun coming, would we fear a mere Sword King?"

Yin Liang took a deep breath.

He quickly flew out of the courtyard wall and fled into the distance.

However, his companions were not as fortunate. Many were cut down by the secret guards, while those captured chose to poison themselves and die.

In the Great Chancellor's Residence, it was a scene of bloody carnage.

After a while, a secret guard approached Liu Yexi and reported, "Reporting to Lady Liu, we have counted. There are a total of thirty-three assassins left, including six with waist tokens. Five managed to escape!"

"Good."

Liu Yexi responded indifferently and smiled, "Go and report back to the Great Chancellor. Our colleagues can rest easy tonight!"

...

On the other side!

Wu Fan and Fang Yun arrived urgently at the deserted street.

The cold moon hung high in the sky. Under its clear light, in the center of the road lay Wu Yuan, unconscious and on the verge of death.

"Ah! Who did this?!"

Wu Fan checked his son's condition and erupted in anger.

"Who hurt my son like this? I will make you suffer a thousand cuts, and there will be no chance for rebirth!"

"It was me."

In the darkness, someone promptly responded.

Wu Fan was stunned, his bloodshot eyes staring intently.

Luan Xiaoyao's petite figure emerged from the darkness, her steps unhurried, and Ms Gui followed behind with a calm expression.

"Who are you?"

Fang Yun scrutinized the two individuals carefully. To his shock, he discovered that both of them were in the Imperial Realm, and their cultivation was not weaker than his own!

Moreover, the little girl with twin ponytails holding the red umbrella emitted a faintly intimidating aura that made him wary.

"It doesn't matter who we are. What matters is whether you know the whereabouts of the Consecrator from Tianji Pavilion."

Luan Xiaoyao spoke coldly. Fang Yun was bewildered.

This was completely absurd. Why would they confront the Wu family when they seemed so hostile to the Consecrator from Tianji Pavilion?

"Well, forgive me, but I don't know."

Fang Yun truthfully replied, arching his hand. At this moment, Wu Fan had finished examining Wu Yuan's injuries.

The Wu family's lineage was thoroughly severed, and whether Wu Yuan could be saved was uncertain.

"Why did you injure my son like this if you are looking for the Tianji Pavilion Consecrator?!"

Wu Fan's eyes were filled with bloodshot veins. As a King Realm cultivator, he knew that these two were formidable experts, and it was unwise to be their enemy. However, the pain of losing a son rendered him unable to think rationally.

"Your son deserved to die!"

Ms Gui, who had been silent, spoke coldly, "Offending the County Princess results in this fate. If it weren't in the Jing Nation, your entire family would have been exterminated!"

"Hehe, you old hag, you're the one who deserves to die!"

Wu Fan, angered by her words, rushed forward without considering the consequences.

"Hey!"

Fang Yun wanted to stop him, but Ms Gui also moved. If Fang Yun intervened, it would only make things worse.

"Master Fang, accompany me to kill these two. In the future, my Residence will be at your disposal, and your orders will be above those of Emperor Yu!"

Wu Fan, seeing Luan Xiaoyao's composed demeanor, and feeling the terrifying aura emanating from Ms Gui, dared not overestimate himself and sought assistance.

Upon hearing this, Fang Yun gritted his teeth, "Fine! But I can't guarantee that I can kill them. At most, I can help you restrain that little girl!"

"Agreed!"

Wu Fan's knife clashed with Ms Gui's claws. Fang Yun attempted to intervene, but Ms Gui also moved, and if Fang Yun stopped her, he would only be hindering Wu Fan.

"Master Fang, what you seek, you shall obtain. We apologize for any inconvenience caused."

Fang Yun's staff flickered, a jet-black iron rod appearing, charging towards Luan Xiaoyao.

"A King-grade Black Iron Rod. Tut tut, this isn't enough to impress."

Luan Xiaoyao smiled lightly and suddenly unfolded her enchanting red umbrella.

This time, instead of myriad vengeful spirits, a manifestation of a swordsman made of vengeful spirits appeared.

The swordsman was shrouded in black aura, exuding a pervasive sense of death.

"This umbrella... is the Soul Reaper Umbrella?!"

"Are you the princess of Northern Ming?"

The appearance of the Soul Reaper Umbrella was unknown to the outside world, but its effects and aura were widely known. It was crafted by the Old Ancestor using a hundred thousand Soul Sealing Banners, containing inexhaustible souls that could even grow stronger over time.

Such a formidable weapon, in terms of killing power, was second only to the Heaven Treasure, making it a true pinnacle spiritual treasure in the mortal realm!

"You know quite a few, but unfortunately, it's too late!"

Luan Xiaoyao had no intention of letting him go.

With a turn of her hand, the Soul Reaper Umbrella swung into action, and the undead swordsman leaped from the ground, charging directly at Fang Yun.

This guy is also an Imperial Realm. If I can absorb him into the Soul Reaper Umbrella, my strength will surely skyrocket again... Luan Xiaoyao gazed with her beautiful eyes, silently thinking.

This way, when facing that stinky Consecrator in the future, my chances of winning will be even greater.

"Princess Anqiu, I have no intention of being an enemy to your Northern Ming. Let's consider today's matter as if it never happened. How about we leave now?"

Feeling the overwhelming death intent emanating from the swordsman, Fang Yun felt a sense of fear deep within.

Upon hearing this, Luan Xiaoyao smiled slyly, pointing her finger at the almost crazed Wu Fan, "You can leave, but he must stay!"

"No, it makes no sense for me to come here if he stays behind. I'll take him away, and later, I'll personally come to apologize to the princess. Princess, please consider this."

Fang Yun shook his head, a tinge of fear creeping into his heart.

"Hehe!" Luan Xiaoyao's eyes became cold, "This princess finds it unacceptable."

"His son offended me, killing him is only right and just."

"If you want to let him leave safely, fine! Then use your life to exchange for his!"

There's no more room for negotiation!

Fang Yun took a deep breath, no longer clinging to any illusions. His eyes gradually darkened.

"I originally didn't want to use the treasures of the ancestors, but unfortunately, the princess is not giving face... Well then, I have no choice but to offend!"