A handsome, elegant young gentleman stood quietly in the middle of the hall. Though he spoke no grand words, an air of disdain spread soundlessly from him.
A beautiful white-clad girl, as pure and otherworldly as the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden descending to earth, leaned weakly against him. Even knowing she was an assassin, everyone present had to admit her beauty. Perhaps because she was surrounded on all sides, or perhaps because she was injured, her delicate brows were slightly furrowed, making her all the more pitiful.
"What a perfectly matched pair of talented man and beautiful woman!" The surrounding crowd sighed in admiration. Yet when they thought of the certain death awaiting this heavenly couple, they could not help but feel sorry for them.
Wan Qixie was not among those pitying them. He had long wished to grind Song Qingshu's bones to dust. Moreover, he knew the identity of this white-clad girl. Back in Yangzhou, he had sent numerous experts to hunt her down, yet she had somehow escaped.
"What are you all standing around for? Get them!" Seeing the Imperial Guards hesitate one by one, Wan Qixie flew into a rage and hurriedly urged them on.
The guards cursed inwardly. Within a radius of ten feet around the pair, blades and swords swirled in a storm; anyone who approached would instantly be torn to pieces. Though they knew that rushing in together might, by sheer weight of numbers, scatter those blades and swords suspended in midair, the men at the front would certainly die. Who was willing to be the first fool to stick his neck out?
Han Tuozhou, standing nearby, was deeply annoyed by Song Qingshu's actions. Since morning court, this fellow had done nothing but cause him trouble, and now he had actually become involved in