Huh? The Tyrant Cries After My Inner Thoughts Were Exposed!-Chapter 54 - 53: Su Juan Attacked

Liu Miaoying was stunned, completely unprepared for Su Juan’s intention to kill Song Qianfan.

Could Song Qianfan really be that easy to kill?

"Ah Juan, don’t do anything foolish. If something’s wrong, say it, and we’ll sort it out together..."

Before she could finish, Su Juan waved her hand dismissively, with a carefree and relaxed expression, "Don’t worry, what could be wrong? With good food and clothing at the Prince Mansion, why would I do anything foolish?"

Liu Miaoying sighed in relief.

Su Juan squinted her eyes, thinking she’s not foolish. [Wanting to kill Song Qianfan, it definitely can’t be done by myself.]

Liu Miaoying’s forehead twitched, realizing she hadn’t completely dismissed the idea.

[As a weak woman with no strength to even truss a chicken, going after his life recklessly was like courting death!]

Liu Miaoying couldn’t hold back, "Ah Juan, Song Qianfan isn’t that easy to kill."

Su Juan was dumbfounded, "Did I make it that obvious?"

Liu Miaoying nodded, yet she didn’t reveal her real thoughts, "So these days, keep your distance from him, don’t let him find out what you’re thinking, be careful for your life."

Su Juan agreed, realizing she was indeed too obvious, not thinking in another direction. She felt that she and Liu Miaoying were confidants, and if something happened, she wouldn’t hide it from her.

Looking at Su Juan’s trusting demeanor, Liu Miaoying felt uncomfortable, but indeed she couldn’t tell Su Juan about it.

Actually, it might be better for Su Juan this way. Some things are better not known, knowing them can make things difficult.

...

What Su Juan didn’t know was, at the same time she harbored the intention to kill Song Qianfan, Song Qianfan was already setting up an ambush to assassinate her.

That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, cold enough to shiver. After leaving the Liu Mansion, the master and maid walked through the snow, Su Juan holding a hand warmer, regretting once again that she didn’t take a carriage when leaving in the morning.

Dongdong moved the umbrella closer to Su Juan.

Though it was a festive season, because it snowed, there were very few people outside at night. The route back to Prince Jing required crossing several alleys.

Su Juan furrowed her brows lightly, "Dongdong, do you sense someone following us?"

Ever since leaving Liu Mansion, she felt someone was on her tail, and it wasn’t just one person.

Dongdong looked bewildered, turned her head to look around but saw no one.

At that moment, Su Juan keenly sensed a wave of killing intent rapidly approaching her through the wind and snow. She spun swiftly, seeing the gleam of a sword catching the moonlight, thrusting towards them!

Su Juan reacted quickly, shoving Dongdong aside, stepping back repeatedly on the snow!

Dongdong fell to the ground, terrified by the scene before her, her face as white as a sheet, unable even to scream.

Just as the sharp sword was about to strike, Su Juan suddenly halted, kicked away the long sword with lightning speed, catching the attacker by surprise. Within moments, she seized the sword, and unable to counter, the attacker fell in the snow, a streak of red across their neck!

Dongdong’s eyes widened in disbelief, watching Su Juan coldly gripping the long sword, its bloody reflection terrifying.

Was this the Heir Consort who needed a long rest after three steps, as fragile as a willow?

No time to overthink, a dozen men in black emerged from all directions, enclosing Su Juan and Dongdong!

Su Juan gripped the sword tightly; against one or two, she might manage, but with a dozen surging forward? Who could withstand that?

[Looks like tonight, it’ll end here...]

Just as she thought that, a gust of wind and snow whipped through the night, as if blades cutting through. Before she could see clearly, two figures emerged from nowhere with such speed you couldn’t discern their moves. The dozen in black didn’t even have a moment to react before blood splattered across the scene!

The next moment, the two black-clad figures vanished into the snow.

Su Juan was stunned, if not for the corpses of the assassins, she’d think she was dreaming.

She bent down and tore open a black-clad attacker’s neckline. A tattoo appeared before her eyes. [It was indeed Song Qianfan’s men.]

At this time, his influence wasn’t fully developed. These were just a few death warriors cultivated over years.

But who were those two masked people? To resolve the crisis with such speed, appearing and disappearing without a trace?

Su Juan couldn’t figure out who was secretly aiding her.

She stepped forward to help Dongdong up, who was nearly petrified with fear, her face pale, eyes streaming with tears. Looking at the sword in Su Juan’s hand, she stammered, hiccuping promises, "Master, don’t kill... I swear... I won’t breathe a word about tonight’s events!"

She was petrified, having served the Heir Consort for half a year, never realizing she possessed such skill, killing without blinking... it was as if she had become a different person.

Su Juan was slightly taken aback, then smiled, "Why would I kill you?"

Dongdong, her face still pale, wobbled back to her senses, "You... really won’t kill me?"

Su Juan found it amusing, tossing the sword aside, shaking her head as she prepared to leave.

Dongdong let out a sigh of relief, quickly scrambling up and trotting after Su Juan, not daring to get too close, trailing after her like a little tail.

...

"All dead!?"

The study was in chaos, Song Qianfan’s face was ashen as he stared at Li Ming.

"There were helpers by the Heir Consort’s side, their skills were exceptional. Our men were no match." Li Ming kneeled on the ground.

Song Qianfan couldn’t believe it, sinking into his chair in a daze. Those were death warriors he had secretly nurtured over the years, accomplishing numerous tasks for him without fail. This time, it was merely to kill a woman, just a woman!

His eyes were bloodshot, flipping the table in rage, "Investigate! Find out who’s helping her!"

Li Ming maintained his expression, "Yes."

At that moment in the Imperial Palace.

The Chief Secretary had entered the palace at some point, accompanying the Old Emperor in a game of chess.

When a Hidden Guard came to report, the Old Emperor waved it off, "I know."

He squinted, a fleeting coldness flashing in his eyes, but it vanished when he looked at the Chief Secretary, "That girl’s troubles are quite considerable."

The Chief Secretary chuckled, "Your Majesty was foresighted to arrange protection for the Heir Consort."

He truly hadn’t expected the Emperor to send his closest Hidden Guards to protect Su Juan.

The Old Emperor scoffed, "She has offended quite a few people. In the capital, those who want her dead are not just one or two."

The more they fear her, the more they harbor guilty minds.

This way, he could take advantage and root out those with guilty minds.

But what he didn’t expect was that among them was his dear nephew, Song Qianfan.

The Old Emperor gazed at the Chief Secretary for a while, smiling slightly, "The marriage to the Prince Mansion was suggested by you, if I recall correctly, at the time Prince Jing’s heir was proposing to your daughter Miaoqing?"

The Chief Secretary’s hand holding the chess piece tensed, and the next moment, he kneeled, "Your Majesty! I had selfish motives, I accept my guilt!"