"Ah, ah, ah... ah, ah, ah..." the drunkard wailed in pain.
The young beggar took the opportunity to spin around and land steadily on the ground.
The old man, who had fallen heavily, wanted to open his eyes to see, but he didn't even have the strength to do so. He had already fainted.
Seeing this, the other drunkards hurriedly raised stools from around them and hurled them at the young beggar.
The young beggar rubbed his nose, let out a cold smile, and as he leaped into the air, his rapidly moving body was as light as the wind. In an instant, he dodged all the stools and stood before the drunkards.
"Crackling..."
"Clang dong qiang..."
In a short while, all the drunkards lay on the ground.
The young beggar then turned to look at Ji Zizhao, who had been sitting on a stool the whole time, quietly eating wontons.
He was still smiling, but now his smile was filled with icy ruthlessness, "I thought I was pretending well enough. When did you discover it, sister?"
"The Zou family is a prominent household in the imperial city. Even though it cannot compare to the strictness of the imperial palace, it's not a place anyone can just enter."
From the moment the young beggar appeared, Ji Zizhao had felt something was off.
And when Ji Zizhao left the Zou residence and saw the young beggar again, she was certain he had come for her.
"There are many beggars in the imperial city's temple street, and even more young beggars. But people who have truly lived a life of hardship, who have been looked down upon and hated since childhood, do not easily show kindness to others. They would be more cautious, more guarded, and more insecure, rather than being glib-tongued and utterly shameless."
The young beggar, who had been smiling on his face, suddenly couldn't smile anymore.
Before he could even be beaten, he was thoroughly berated...
Who could still smile!
Ji Zizhao had no time to consider his feelings. Her eyes remained fixed on the wontons in front of her, and after a pause, she said, "So... what is your objective?"
Hearing this, the young beggar scoffed proudly again, "To kill you."
Since he became an assassin, countless people had died by his hand. He didn't believe that Ji Zizhao, a mere woman, would still be leisurely picking up her spoon to eat wontons after hearing his objective...
This time, forget smiling, it was a miracle he wasn't enraged to death.
"Don't you want to ask who I am, and who you've provoked?"
That was a good question.
But unfortunately, Ji Zizhao didn't need to ask.
Since he had come to kill her, what were the reasons?
Would he spare her if she guessed correctly?
Of course not.
So why should she waste her time asking such meaningless questions?
Of course, Ji Zizhao wouldn't voice her thoughts word for word.
Seeing Ji Zizhao continue to eat wontons, as if she hadn't heard anything, the young beggar was stunned.
When normal people are being hunted, don't they always want to know who is hunting them?
At the very least, shouldn't they ask who they've provoked?
But for Ji Zizhao, it was completely unnecessary!
Having killed people for so many years, the young beggar had never encountered such a maddening target!
The young beggar was truly enraged. With a flip of his wrist, a sharp dagger appeared in his palm.
The dagger was covered in barbs, and a deep blood groove was embedded within it.
"Since you're looking for death, don't blame me for being ruthless!" The young beggar held the dagger to his lips and charged rapidly towards Ji Zizhao.
Ji Zizhao, who was eating wontons, suddenly dodged the young beggar's attack with a sideways movement, then kicked towards the arm holding the dagger.
The young beggar reacted quickly, stepping back. He intended to attack again, but when he turned around, Ji Zizhao had vanished from her original spot.
At the same time, his shoulder was lightly patted, and Ji Zizhao's voice rang out from behind him, "I heard you were looking for me?"
The young beggar was startled and tried to turn around quickly.
However, Ji Zizhao didn't give him another chance to act. Her limbs, like those of a nimble snake, wrapped around the young beggar's body, using his own force to redirect it to his joints.
The extreme restraint and twisting caused the young beggar's face to contort in pain.
If he hadn't used the hilt of his dagger to create a gap between Ji Zizhao and himself at the critical moment, allowing him to break free from her entanglement, all his joints would have likely been torn apart like rags.
"Hoo hoo hoo... Hoo hoo hoo..." The young beggar, finally breaking free from Ji Zizhao, stumbled back several steps, breathing heavily.
Ji Zizhao, on the other hand, sat back down on the stool and continued to eat her wontons.
The young beggar looked at Ji Zizhao, who remained composed and serene the entire time, and his heart was in utter turmoil.
According to the intelligence he had received, Ji Zizhao did not know martial arts.
But now, it seemed Ji Zizhao not only knew martial arts but also possessed bizarre techniques!
Seeing Ji Zizhao sit back down opposite him, Xie Jinglan poured a cup of tea and pushed it towards her, "Good skill."
Ji Zizhao accepted the teacup but not the praise, "Your Highness the Fourth Prince need not be so insincere."
Facing a man whom Qingzhu and Lianju combined couldn't even get close to, she dared not claim greatness in front of him.
Xie Jinglan looked at the indifferent Ji Zizhao and couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.
Although he didn't know what he had done to offend her, it seemed he had truly offended her quite badly.
However, the intense animosity between Xie Jinglan and Ji Zizhao was interpreted by the young beggar as a passionate romance, so much so that they were about to elope as husband and wife.
Fighting a battle and showing off their affection, had they no shame?
The young beggar tightened his grip on his dagger, and this time, his target was Xie Jinglan.
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Sensing the killing intent, Xie Jinglan, holding his teacup, was inconvenienced.
The moment the young beggar rushed beside him, he raised his left hand to block the attack. As the young beggar changed his move, he swiftly turned the tables with lightning speed...
In just a moment, the young beggar was forced to retreat repeatedly.
Ji Zizhao felt an invisible aura, like a roaring dragon, about to erupt from the Fourth Prince's wide sleeves.
Then, his sleeves swelled up, and Xie Jinglan flicked them, sending a gust of wind rushing forward.
This forced the young beggar back several steps, and under the impact of the powerful internal energy, he knelt on the ground, clutching his chest.
Looking at the two people sitting unmoving not far away, the young beggar's worldview was on the verge of collapse.
He had originally thought a woman would be easy to kill, but this woman actually knew martial arts.
He had originally thought that prince was a weakling, but it turned out he was the one who got beaten more severely.
Young beggar, "..."
If there were a block of tofu, he would really want to smash his head into it right now...
At the alley entrance, Fu Bao, who had heard the sounds of fighting, was startled.
Without a second thought, she rushed forward, but was swept back nearly two meters by a sudden gust of wind.
Unable to break into the alley, Fu Bao was desperate and could only turn and run towards the nearby yamen.
In the alley, Xie Jinglan calmly lowered his left hand. Not a drop of tea spilled from the teacup in his right hand.
After taking a sip, he looked at Ji Zizhao and said, "I once heard of a Turkic assassin in the martial world who used a Qingguang thorn covered in barbs as his weapon. Because of his cunning and ruthless killing methods, he was known as the Butcher."
As soon as she heard the word "Turkic," Ji Zizhao smiled, "It seems General Mu Man has safely returned home." She naturally remembered Mu Man's vow never to let her off.
However, Ji Zizhao hadn't expected Mu Man's actions to be so swift.
And even more so...
"Mu Man was wise in all his life, but foolish in this instance, to trust a mere fledgling bird that hasn't even grown its feathers."
A fledgling bird that hadn't even grown its feathers...
The young beggar, who was already internally injured, felt a burning sensation in his throat.
"Pfft!" He spat out a mouthful of blood.
He was so angry.
Seeing that his identity had been exposed, the young beggar simply collapsed on the ground and stopped struggling, "I have a name and surname, Tao Hua. I am not some fledgling bird; it's just that my growth stopped due to qi deviation during cultivation. Today, I admit defeat. Kill me or flay me as you please!"