Chapter 1871 The Sickly Young Master's Beautiful Wife for Marriage 25

A street corner covered with drizzle.

Raindrops flowed from the eaves, suddenly stopped at the bend, gathered into a small puddle on the ground, and were hurriedly stepped on, splashing mud.

The sword is unsheathed.

A white light flashed, Jinchen leaned back to dodge flexibly, and blocked the man's long sword with his backhand. He turned the short knife in his hand and stabbed it into the masked man's neck, killing him with one blow!

When the body fell to the ground, it hit the corner of the wall, splashing water all over the ground.

Jin Chen's cruelty was obviously beyond their imagination. The people behind him hesitated for a moment.

By the time I reacted again, I was already forced into the corner of the alley. The bluestone tiles were slippery and wet, and the drizzle was gradually fading.

[Host, you can’t get wet in the rain! ] Ling Gungun reminded anxiously.

Jinchen narrowed his eyes, wanting to end the battle quickly and leave the person alive for interrogation.

The heavy rain fell on the tip of the sword, stirring up blood and then washing it away. The only figures fighting and flying could be seen in the rain.

Soon, there was only one person left.

The man knelt on the ground helplessly, his hands were broken and he was powerless, and Jinchen lifted his chin with the tip of the sword he had snatched.

Raindrops hit the assassin's face. He wanted to fight back one last time, but he heard a weak voice sounding low and dangerous.

"You are the last one. According to the rules, I will not kill you."

The assassin was stunned, but soon realized something and glared at Jinchen with murderous eyes.

"Don't even think about getting anything out of me! Even if you escape today, you won't be able to escape in the future.

"Oh, it seems that the person behind the scenes wants me to die very much and is persisting." Jin Chen thought for a moment, raised his hand again, and the sharp tip of the sword brushed across the assassin's Adam's apple, cutting the skin.

"Tell me, who is that person?"

Upon careful listening, Jin Chen's cold tone slowed down a little, and he was thinking in his mind whether his original body had any enemies.

But he had been bedridden for many years, so he had not made many enemies, let alone met many people.

No matter how fearless the assassins were, they were frightened by Jinchen's aura. They were also oppressed by the corpses of people who were easily killed all over the ground. They could only curse in their hearts the people who paid to buy them here.

What you said is just a sickly person!

Could your sickly child be this powerful?

He suppressed the fear in his heart and uttered three words with trembling lips.

"Master Sheng..."

Jinchen frowned, his whole body was wet, and his head ached slightly when he was thinking.

"Why is it this person again?"

Who is this bastard?

"Who is Lord Sheng?" Jinchen continued to ask, glancing inconspicuously at the wall tiles next to him that were moving strangely.

"Yes... yes, my lord from the capital, we don't know his specific identity..."

"Young Master!"

When Jinchen heard the voice of the palace soldiers, he put away his sword and lowered his hands, feeling a little tired.

This broken body is simply not strong enough to sustain the fight just now.

"Tie up this man, and the other team lying in ambush in the next alley."

The assassin who was questioned looked up in disbelief, "How did you know?"

As soon as he finished speaking, another team of assassins who had also heard this sentence climbed over the alley wall and pointed their swords at Jinchen.

Jinchen dragged his tired body away, not in a panic at all, but his head was drooping and he felt groggy, as if all the rain had fallen into his head.

The nimble soldiers quickly protected him and drew their swords to fight against the assassin.

The carriage also stopped at the entrance of the alley. Jinchen saw a moon-white figure holding an umbrella hurriedly coming in the rain, and the corners of his lips curled up.

"Husband!"

Ye Yuci stared at Jinchen, the worry in her eyes was not concealed at all, and she was extremely panicked in her heart.

There was no other reason. Jinchen looked too sick right now. His face was as pale as frost and snow, and his usual noble demeanor seemed to have been washed away by the sudden rain.

Ye Yuci only glanced at the fight behind Jinchen, then rushed over to support him and held up an umbrella to block the increasingly heavy cold rain.

"Aci, it's very dangerous here." Jinchen raised the corners of his lips and leaned over to pull his husband, whose eyes were full of worry, into his arms. The wet temperature made Ye Yuci tremble and she hugged Jinchen tighter.

"You came here knowing the danger."

Ye Yuci was a little angry, and heard Jinchen, who was buried in his arms, hum lazily. His voice began to become hoarse and his breath became hot.

“But they can’t beat me.”

Ye Yuci pursed her lips helplessly, but she couldn't bear to blame him. "My husband is very capable, I know. Let's go back home first..."

The words she was about to say were interrupted by the body in her arms suddenly losing strength and falling down. Ye Yuci's pupils quickly flashed with panic, "Husband..."

He lowered his head, letting the oil-paper umbrella fall, and hugged Jinchen tightly.

But the tightly closed peach blossom eyes did not give any response.

"Young Madam, come quickly!"

Lvyi came over with an umbrella, and Duoyu jumped out from under the carriage to help, but as soon as she stretched out her hand to Jinchen, Ye Yuci glanced at her with a dark and gloomy look in his eyes.

Seeing Duoyu stunned, Ye Yuci realized that his reaction was a little strange, and said in a hoarse voice: "I will do it myself."

Inside the carriage, a small fire burned brightly, driving away the intense chill brought on by the sudden rain.

Ye Yuci looked tense. He carefully laid the unconscious Jin Chenfang flat on the couch, took off all his clothes that were wet by the rain, and covered his body with a thick blanket.

After doing all this, Ye Yuci pursed her lips slightly, used the back of her hand to test the temperature of Jinchen's forehead, her eyes trembled due to the heat, and she stared at his unconscious eyebrows with red eyes.

"Husband...Jinchen."

Inside the carriage, there was only Ye Yuci's low voice, filled with fear and anxiety.

He was more afraid than anyone else that Jinchen would get hurt, and that his life would be taken away easily again.

No one answered Ye Yuci's anxiety. He took a deep breath, leaned over and hugged Jinchen, who was wrapped in a thick blanket. He closed his eyes tightly and couldn't control his wandering thoughts.

Fortunately, the carriage returned to Jin Mansion quickly.