#124 - No need for power, no need to give way to nobles
“A bunch of useless trash.”
The sense of humiliation in these words wasn't particularly strong, but it certainly wasn't light either.
Although Wei Changtian uttered such a sentence, he was actually clear in his heart that the arrival speed of these three groups of people was already considered fast.
After all, they were "hidden sentries." To ensure concealment, a portion of reaction time would naturally be sacrificed.
Moreover, from the moment the assassin shot the first arrow until the complete end of the battle, it was only about a hundred breaths at most, which was indeed too short.
However, he still had to scold them.
“Protect me?”
Wei Changtian casually wiped Dragon's Roar clean on an assassin's clothes and returned the knife to its sheath.
“You might as well have come later and just collected my corpse.”
“We, we . . .”
The three burly men lowered their heads even further, their hearts filled with bitterness but not daring to argue, and could only repeatedly beg for forgiveness, saying: “We know our mistake! Please forgive us, Young Master!”
“Hmph.”
Wei Changtian glanced at the three of them: “Forget it, I'll let it go this time.”
“If your masters ask me about today's events, I will only say that you arrived in time. I hope you can live up to my covering for you this time.”
“. . .”
The three men were all stunned when they heard this.
They originally thought that they would definitely be in big trouble this time, but they didn't expect that Wei Changtian only verbally scolded them a few times, but didn't really punish them.
He even took the initiative to cover up their "dereliction of duty" this time!
It should be known that although the three men belonged to the Suspended Mirror Division, the Azure Robe Army, and the Heavenly Net Sect, the tasks they received at the time were basically the same—
Protect Wei Changtian at all costs!
If Wei Changtian embellished what happened today to Liang Zhen, Chen Bo, and Qin Zhengqiu, they wouldn't necessarily apologize with death, but at the very least, they would suffer severely.
But now, not only were they "without fault," but they had also become "meritorious"!
“Please rest assured, Young Master!”
The three men all expressed their stance loudly, and then finally slowly stood up from the ground.
Wei Changtian waved his hand and ignored them, while Ning Qingyu, who had seen all of this, was somewhat surprised.
“Combining kindness and power, he has the art of controlling subordinates.”
A quarter of an hour later.
Surrounded by the three groups of people, several carriages left the foot of Nanshan Mountain and slowly drove towards the direction of Shu Prefecture City.
The Wangfu people who came along, as well as the corpses of nearly a hundred assassins, were naturally handled by the government. The injuries of the "survivors" had also been given simple bandaging and treatment.
In fact, apart from Wei Changtian and Ning Yu Ke, no one else was injured at all.
Ning Qingyu was wearing a shirt armor that could be called a treasure. Such a fierce arrow shot at it, but in the end, it didn't even leave a trace, which made Wei Changtian extremely envious.
As for Ning Yuzhu and Ning Yuling, the two of them only scratched their skin in the carriage and had nothing else happen to them.
Of course, perhaps they weren't injured on the outside, but the psychological trauma should still be quite serious.
“Wuwuwu, Young Master Wei . . . I, I'm so scared . . .”
In the carriage, Ning Yuzhu had been crying all the way, and finally, regardless of the presence of others next to her, she directly threw herself into Wei Changtian's arms and sobbed incessantly.
As a Junzhu, she had been pampered since she was a child, and had never encountered such a scene before. It could be seen that she was really frightened.
“It's all over.”
“Wuwuwu!”
Ning Yuzhu didn't answer, just continued to cry, and tears quickly soaked Wei Changtian's lapel.
“. . .”
Logically speaking, having a beauty in his arms should have been a wonderful thing, but Wei Changtian frowned at this time.
He always felt that this assassination was full of weirdness, but Ning Yuzhu's crying made it impossible for him to think, and a sense of irritability rose in his heart.
This feeling was like you were having a very important meeting, but your girlfriend kept calling you to complain that drinking an extra cup of milk tea today led to her diet failing.
If it were someone else, Wei Changtian would probably have pushed them away long ago.
But Ning Yuzhu was, after all, a Junzhu, and what's more, Ning Qingyu was right next to him, so he still had to give her this face . . .
Wei Changtian was in a dilemma, but fortunately, Ning Yu Ke also sat next to him at this time, reached out and supported Ning Yuzhu's shoulder, and softly persuaded:
“Yuzhu, Young Master Wei is injured, don't bother him.”
“Sister!”
Ning Yuzhu just wanted to find someone to vent, and didn't pick her target, so she immediately turned her head and threw herself into Ning Yu Ke's arms.
Relieved, Wei Changtian nodded gratefully to Ning Yu Ke, while the latter hugged her sister and apologized in a low voice:
“Young Master Wei, women are naturally timid, I hope you don't blame her.”
“It's okay.”
“Today's events . . .”
“There's no need to say these things.”
Wei Changtian shook his head and interrupted: “I was also saving myself.”
“. . .”
Ning Yu Ke looked up and was silent for a moment, but still insisted on finishing her words: “. . . Thank you, Young Master.”
“. . .”
After a few brief exchanges, the two of them stopped talking, but still looked at each other for two breaths before turning their eyes away.
Looking at the white cloth wrapped around Ning Yu Ke's hand, Wei Changtian suddenly realized that this Rou'an Princess seemed to have never cried.
That's not entirely accurate.
She seemed to have cried when he fought the assassin, but she had never been seen crying again since the assassin died.
She didn't even frown when applying medicine and bandaging the wound on her palm.
Wei Changtian had seen that wound.
Not to mention such a weak woman, I'm afraid that even Xu Qingwan and Liang Qin, who had practiced martial arts, would not be able to endure such an injury.
This woman . . . is a bit interesting.
But her reaction was not the most unexpected one today.
Casting a sidelong glance at Ning Qingyu, who had a calm expression, Wei Changtian turned his head to look out of the car window again.
Shu Prefecture City was not far ahead, and the midday sun was golden and bright.
The moat was calm and waveless, and the soldiers guarding the city also had a lazy look.
In such a prosperous and peaceful world, most people can still live well as long as they don't court death.
It's just that . . . without power and influence, one may not be able to live.
By the time Wei Changtian sent Ning Qingyu and the others back to the Wangfu and returned to his small house, it was almost dusk.
Liang Zhen and Chen Bo arrived very quickly. He hadn't even finished drinking a pot of tea when they ran over one after another. Seeing that he was indeed okay, they breathed a sigh of relief and began to discuss today's events.
The three of them discussed in the room for a while, and finally came to the unanimous conclusion—
No matter who sent this group of assassins, Shu Prefecture City will fall into a considerable degree of shock for a period of time in the future.
Fortunately, it had little to do with them. After all, there was currently no indication that this incident had anything to do with Wei Changtian.
At least, it was definitely not the Liu family's doing.
Of course, it can't be said that it had nothing to do with him at all. At the very least, before things were clarified, Wei Changtian's "living off women" plan would have to be put on hold for a while.
Alas, he was almost able to "ride the princess" . . .
After seeing the two off, Wei Changtian sighed in his room.
“Young Master, what are you sighing about?” Yuan'er asked with a distressed and somewhat puzzled look.
“It's nothing.”
Wei Changtian shook his head and suddenly asked a strange question.
“Yuan'er, are you afraid of pain?”
“Young Master, that's a strange question.”
Yuan'er smiled and said: “Who isn't afraid of pain?”
“Is that so . . .”
