NCCnovel Chapter 351 Assassin
Chapter 351 Assassin
The night was as dark as ink, so thick that it could not be dissolved. The courtyard of the old villa was shrouded in an eerie silence. Only the occasional sound of the wind, like the howling of ghosts and wolves, added a bit of eeriness to the silence.
Murong Ling'er, dressed in white and with a nimble figure, was fighting fiercely with a group of secret guards. Fists were whistling, swords were flashing, and every collision created sparks of death.
Just when the situation was at a stalemate, Ji Hua suddenly rushed out of the house as if he had gone mad, his eyes full of determination and madness.
Murong Ling'er caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of her eye, but ignored it and let her rush out.
The sound of fighting in the villa was like a surging tide, quickly breaking through the obstruction of the night and reaching the ears of the old owner.
The old owner of the manor was drinking tea and discussing Taoism with several monks in the meditation room. When he heard the noise, his face turned pale instantly.
"Oh no, something big might have happened!" The old owner of the manor was extremely anxious. As he spoke, he hurried towards the villa with a dozen servants.
Not long after running, he ran into Ji Hua who came to him in a panic asking for help.
Ji Hua's hair was disheveled, her clothes were in disarray, her eyes were full of fear, and her usual dignity and elegance disappeared without a trace.
When the old owner saw Ji Hua running out alone, he suddenly stopped and his face was full of shock and confusion.
"Madam, what happened? Why are you here alone?" The old owner asked anxiously, panting.
Ji Hua rushed to the old manor owner as if he had grabbed a lifeline, shouting angrily, "Manor owner, there's an assassin! An assassin has broken into the yard. She... she's a skilled martial artist. We can't resist her at all!"
"Assassin?!" When the old owner heard these two words, he felt a buzzing in his head, as if he was hit by a sledgehammer.
He knew very well that this lady was of noble status and was a distinguished guest that Jingshan Temple could not afford to offend. If something happened to her in the temple, Jingshan Temple would probably be in great trouble.
The old owner of the manor didn't have time to think about it. He quickly moved to the side to protect Ji Hua and shouted, "Quick, take the lady away from here first and find a safe place to hide!"
The old owner of the manor knew that this lady had many guards around her, but now she came out to ask for help in person, which showed that the assassin was no ordinary person.
His servants were just ordinary farmers with mediocre fighting skills. If they went up, they would just die in vain and would not be able to protect the lady at all.
Although Ji Hua hoped that the monks could support his secret guards, looking at the people brought by the old owner, he knew in his heart that they were no match for the assassins. He could only suppress his anxiety and hurried away with the servants.
After settling Ji Hua, the old owner returned to the villa anxiously.
By the time he arrived, the battle was already over.
The yard was dead silent. The moonlight shone coldly on the corpses scattered on the ground. The bloody smell filled the air, making people feel sick.
The old owner of the manor suppressed the fear and grief in his heart and stood in the yard for a long time before he walked towards the wing room with heavy steps.
As soon as he entered the house, the old owner suddenly saw the figure standing in the house and was stunned.
He could never have imagined that the assassin Ji Hua was talking about was the young guest he had met during the day.
"Girl... why is this happening?" The old owner's voice trembled, full of confusion and heartache.
Murong Ling'er's expression was cold. She glanced at the woman still struggling on the ground, refusing to faint, and said coldly, "If you want to blame someone, blame the people in your farm for being too arrogant! Today, that cunning servant kept giving me all kinds of trouble and insulting me with his words. I only gave him a little punishment, but they refused to give in and even wanted to kill me to silence me! Since they are so unkind, don't blame me for being unjust!"
The old owner followed Murong Ling'er's gaze and looked at the woman on the ground. She was breathing weakly and her life was hanging by a thread.
Lao Zhuang opened his mouth and wanted to ask more questions, but he swallowed the words back when they came to his lips.
He turned his head and looked at Murong Ling'er, his face filled with pleading. He said, "Young lady! Since you have already taught them a lesson, let's leave it at that! You see, my villa is a peaceful place, it's not suitable for killing and bloodshed! If you still have resentment in your heart, I am willing to apologize to you on their behalf. I hope that young lady will spare them for my sake and not commit murder again."
The old owner of the manor appeared calm on the surface, but he was as panicked as an ant on a hot pan in his heart. Facing Murong Ling'er, who was like a killing god, how could he not be afraid?
But in order to save the villa and for the sake of these farmers, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and give it a try.
Murong Ling'er was dressed in white, but she exuded a cold aura. She was a casual and free-spirited person, but she was inexplicably involved in this dispute.
This time, she just wanted to teach the arrogant woman a severe lesson, not to take her life.
Murong Ling'er raised her eyes, her cold gaze lingered on the old owner for a moment, and after a moment's thought, she nodded slightly in agreement.
She took one last cold glance at the woman who collapsed on the ground, temporarily no longer in danger of her life, and turned and left with her clothes fluttering.
As soon as Murong Ling'er's figure disappeared into the night, the old owner of the manor felt relieved and breathed a long sigh of relief.
The woman on the ground seemed to have a taut string that suddenly broke, and she fainted with relief.
The old owner of the manor quickly arranged for the people in the manor to carefully carry the woman away and properly place her, and then hurried back to the villa.
In the courtyard, candlelight flickered as Ji Hua paced anxiously. Seeing the old owner enter, she immediately stepped forward, her voice filled with a hint of panic that was difficult to conceal. "What's going on? Why did an assassin suddenly appear?"
The old owner of the manor bowed slightly, his expression respectful yet somewhat tactful. "Don't worry, Madam. This was all a misunderstanding tonight. Miss Murong had no intention of harming you. Someone in the manor behaved inappropriately and provoked her, so she simply wanted to punish them."
The old owner's words were vague and he did not specify who had provoked Murong Ling'er, which was considered to have saved Ji Hua some face.
Ji Hua's face turned very ugly in an instant. Thinking back to how he almost lost his composure in front of everyone just now, he was frightened and pale. He felt extremely embarrassed.
In the palace, she was extremely cautious and suffered countless grievances. She had thought that she could find some peace and honor in this deserted villa, but she did not expect to fall into such a big setback.
Even though she was always good at hiding her emotions, she couldn't help but change her expression at this moment.
The men he brought with him suffered heavy casualties this time, so Ji Hua didn't dare to stay here for long. He secretly planned to leave this place as soon as the nanny's injuries got better.
After returning to the villa, Ji Hua was extremely anxious. He immediately ran to the dark room and carefully checked the eternal lamp that symbolized the secret. He also asked the awakened nanny for confirmation with a serious expression.
When she was sure that the assassin had not discovered the secret in the dark room, her heart slowly settled down and her tense nerves finally relaxed.
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On the other side, Murong Ling'er let out a sigh of relief, walked back to the guest room with brisk steps and swagger.
Liu Yuyan had already heard the noise outside and had been waiting at the door. Only when she saw Murong Ling'er return safely did her heart finally settle down.
She didn't ask anything, but just quietly accompanied Murong Ling'er, pretending nothing had happened, and then went back to her room to rest.
Murong Ling'er returned to her room, but she was not sleepy at all. She sat cross-legged quietly on the couch, and the noble lady she met tonight involuntarily emerged in her mind.
The feeling at that moment was so strong that she firmly believed that she must have seen this person somewhere.
She closed her eyes and concentrated, mobilizing her spiritual awareness to flip through the memories of this body page by page, starting from the vague memories of childhood, searching carefully bit by bit.
Time passed quietly. After an unknown amount of time, Murong Ling'er finally captured the fleeting scene deep in her memory.
At that time, she had a brief encounter with the woman from another perspective.
She suddenly opened her eyes and was shocked. This noble lady had a very similar charm to Concubine Rong of the Zhao royal family.