Captured

Little Fang watched Xiaoshi run off, dropped the porcelain shards in his hand, straightened his slightly bent back, and strode toward the study.

The moment he pushed open the study door, a cold flash struck his eyes. The glare made him close them, but his body nimbly dodged out of its path.

The flash came from the sword in Xiao Jinyi's hand. He and Shen Shixu had come to the study that morning after breakfast and lain in wait in silence. They had arranged things with Xiaoshi beforehand, too.

Shen Shixu had told Xiaoshi that if anyone made an excuse to send him away, he should leave as that person wished without raising an alarm.

That was why Xiaoshi had left so readily just now. Otherwise, he would certainly have stayed at his post in those dirty clothes, inwardly grieving over the stains while dutifully carrying out his responsibilities.

Shen Shixu watched the man evade Xiao Jinyi's Crimson Blood Sword with a few light steps and knew he was dealing with someone formidable.

Not daring to go out and get in the way, he stayed obediently in the study, standing at the window to watch Xiao Jinyi fight the man.

Xiao Jinyi's sword was incomparably sharp, his attacks fierce, every strike aimed at a vital point. A single slash would send blood spraying.

The thief fighting Xiao Jinyi was no slouch either. Agile and nimble, he always narrowly dodged just before the blade reached him. Strangely, though, he never fought back, only kept evading.

Shen Shixu could not quite figure out what the man was thinking. If he did not want to make enemies of them, why had he come to steal from Shen Shixu's residence and even left a provocative note?

Yet if he did mean to oppose them,