At first, Song Qingshu thought Xue Yiren had returned, unwilling to see Shen Biqun marry into the Liao Country imperial palace and bring shame upon the Southern Song royal family. But he soon recognized the differences between this person's build and Xue Yiren's.
"Could this be an assassin?" Song Qingshu could not understand why Shen Biqun was so plagued by misfortune. She had only dealt with one Xue Yiren yesterday, yet another assassin had suddenly appeared today.
However, he did not move. After yesterday's incident, Yelü Yixin had long since taken precautions. Aside from "dowry attendants" like himself, the rest were all elite guards.
Sure enough, guards disguised as members of the wedding procession quickly drew their weapons and moved to intercept the man. Yet the black-clad figure was formidable as well. A flash of cold light flickered in his hand as his blade left its sheath, and even Song Qingshu, standing some distance away, could feel the biting saber aura.
"This man's saber technique already shows the makings of a grandmaster. Given time, his attainments with the saber will be no less than Xue Yiren's attainments with the sword." Song Qingshu objectively compared the two. The black-clad man was still slightly inferior to Xue Yiren, but mainly in terms of inner strength and experience. Though his face was covered, it was clear that he was still young. His future was limitless.
"Huh?" Song Qingshu suddenly noticed something strange. Although this black-clad man's saber technique was fierce, and he had effortlessly cut down more than a dozen guards in just a few exchanges, those guards had merely lost their fighting ability for the moment. None of their lives were in danger.
The black-clad man charged ahead unstoppably and soon broke through the guards' defensive cordon. Of course, it was not