Chapter 1116: Chapter 620: Yin Weiyin, Qin Qingluo_2

And indeed, assassinating at the Ancestral Temple is the most likely to succeed, but its consequences are also the greatest, so much so that the entire Qin Weini family cannot bear it.

"You have a great-grandson who just turned one month old. Before, to continue the family line, you didn’t name him, and sent him to an ordinary family to be raised."

Qin Weini abruptly lifted his head. The once desolate and hopeless clan elder now finally trembled in fear, his aged and murky eyes carrying a plea of surrender.

"I can send him to the Miao Clan, sparing his life, as long as he never learns of vengeance, never knows he is one of the Qin Family, he can live."

With an extraordinarily calm voice, the Prince of Annan said:

"But you must explain in detail how you instructed, and who you instructed among the Jianghu people. Ah, I almost forgot, you must also account for the assassins disguised as garrison soldiers."

......

The thick, dark clouds pressed over the Gaoliang Mountain, as if a torrential rain was about to pour.

There was a commotion in the market at the foot of the mountain, drivers urging their carriages, and stall owners closing up shop,

yet this commotion was not the usual bustle of a marketplace, but a chaotic flow wrapped in panic and oppression.

The plump body of the grain store shopkeeper squeezed against the door frame, creaking as he pushed the door panel to store rice in the cellar. The street vendors had already lost their composure, hastily packing up their stalls. In front of the inn, it was an utter mess. Several mule carts meant to go up the mountain were being forcibly turned around by their owners, the coachmen’s faces no longer held their usual rough laughter, only impatience and a faint, imperceptible fear.

It wasn’t long before the sound of hooves shattered the commotion, as a troop of black-armored cavalry surged like a flood, the entire town fell silent, as if a giant invisible hand had firmly pressed down, the streets instantly becoming empty and deathly still.

In an instant, dozens of Iron Scale Knights surrounded an inn, standing under the eaves, blocking the streets, or squatting on another rooftop, like a giant net enclosing the area completely.

A tall horse slowly emerged from the Iron Scale Army, the rider pulling it toward the inn.

The windows of the taverns and tea houses were mostly shut, leaving only one or two small gaps. Shadows moved inside, but the usual clamor and sound of dice games were gone, only a low, indistinct buzz of discussion persisted.

"The commotion yesterday... My goodness, there was thunder and firelight, the Iron Scale Army of the Prince Mansion surged down like a flood..."

"Hush! Are you trying to get yourself killed? How dare you gossip about the Qin Family’s affairs? Quick, hide! Not getting heard is the ancestors’ blessing!"

"Looking at this situation, is there going to be a killing spree..."

Clad in heavy armor, no one recognized that the Prince of Annan had personally arrived; they only vaguely felt that the person on the horse was extraordinary, with an unusual aura.

Inside the inn, there was a dead silence, everyone hiding for fear of getting caught in the crossfire, only one window on the third floor was lit, with a candle burning.

There was a figure in the window.

Yin Weiyin, with the sleeves of his Daoist robe draped, looked out from high up, like an immortal stepping out of a painting, standing alone in the world, untouched by mortal life.

Qin Qingluo slightly lifted her head, meeting the gaze of the female crown.

They locked eyes for a moment.

The air was as stifling as lead, with humid water vapor mixed with dust and a faint smell of scorched earth drifting down from the mountain. The wind swirled up dead leaves and scraps of paper, making a wailing sound, as if singing a low chant in anticipation of the coming storm.

The entire town seemed to hold its breath for this moment.

Until the female crown turned away, leaving the windowsill, extinguishing the candle in the room.

The Prince of Annan bowed his head, dismounted the horse, and walked slowly into the inn. Behind him, the Iron Scale Army obeyed orders and did not follow.

As she stepped deeper into the inn, she heard the creaking of the stairs, and the white-robed female crown was dragging a lantern, descending step by step from upstairs.

Outside the inn, the rain suddenly poured down, carrying the scent of iron from the armor.

Yin Weiyin’s face remained unchanged, though her heart skipped slightly.

Though they had met before, it was only a fleeting encounter. Now, that massive figure filled her vision, and Yin Weiyin finally understood what oppression felt like.

To speak of it, although both women had ties to Chen Yi, Qin Qingluo once attacked her, nearly taking her life, and afterward, she too aided Chen Yi, avenging as an accomplice... The enmity between them...

Yin Weiyin turned to look again, the women’s gazes met once more, and a chill inexplicably struck her heart, her hair standing on end. Those snake-like eyes seemed to open suddenly from the darkness, deep as an abyss, like a Jiao Dragon entering the sea, merciless and terrifying.

The female crown silently recited the Supreme Forget Love Technique, calming her mood and smoothing the raging waves in her heart. Then she thought, no matter how cold and severe this Princess might be, she was still nameless and without status, while she, Yin Weiyin, was rightfully the First Lady.

Thinking of this, Yin Weiyin’s expression turned indifferent, her ethereal aura shining through, momentarily matching the formidable presence of that Princess.

"Princess Jing, Yin Weiyin." Qin Qingluo slowly enunciated these words, then asked, "Where is he?"

"Not here."

"Where did he go?"

Yin Weiyin glanced at her and calmly replied, "You, being a Vassal King of this area, if you don’t know, why ask me?"

The sound from the depths of the inn was not loud, and their conversation was either a secret transmission or a sound that penetrated the mind, unknown to outsiders. No one inside or outside dared to listen, only trembling as they waited for everything to end.

Qin Qingluo stepped forward, her figure completely dominating Yin Weiyin’s view.

The female crown suppressed her rapid breathing, appearing even more like a First Lady, and said calmly, "I heard about yesterday’s incident."

The Autumn Sacrifice was already a major event for the year. The assassination attempt at the Ancestral Temple of the Prince of Annan only exaggerated it. No matter how one tried to cover it up, the news couldn’t be stopped, especially since the Annan Royal Mansion aimed to use this case to eliminate dissent, not only failing to contain it but even intentionally or unintentionally fanning the flames.

As Yin Weiyin’s words fell, the inn grew even more deathly silent. The rain, mixed with the smell of iron, rushed into one’s nostrils. The heavily armored body was like a mountain of blades, pressing a murderous intent toward one’s throat.

"... He definitely didn’t come to kill you."

As the words fell, Yin Weiyin suddenly felt a looseness around her neck.

The tall woman’s heroic eyebrows slightly arched.

When the incident suddenly occurred, the situation was grave. Upon suddenly seeing his appearance, Qin Qingluo felt hostility. After the event, in a review, she had doubts about Chen Yi’s motives for the trip and received answers from Qin Weini.

Now, hearing about it again from his wife’s mouth, Qin Qingluo’s tightly knit brows, for some reason, loosened slightly.

Could it be... just a misunderstanding?

Yin Weiyin continued, "However, he didn’t come for you either."

The tall body of the Princess suddenly steadied.

"Then why did he come?" Qin Qingluo asked calmly.

"He came for Gaoliang Mountain, for the Divine Sect. As for the Prince’s matter, it seems he intended to take a look along the way," Yin Weiyin bowed with impeccable etiquette. "If my husband unintentionally offended, I hope the Prince will forgive him."

My husband...

Qin Qingluo calmly asked again, "So, he left you here alone?"

"Not just me alone, he is never lacking in women around him, perhaps the Prince is unaware." Yin Weiyin responded with grace and poise.

The flickering candlelight cast a silent shadow on Qin Qingluo’s face.

For some reason, knowing he didn’t come for her was more disappointing than if he had come to kill her.

Raising her head again, amidst this absolute deadlock, the white-robed female crown remained composed, increasingly exuding the air of a proper wife. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Qin Qingluo let out a cold laugh and, almost without warning, struck with a punch.

The terrifying force of her punch shot straight forward. The wall behind the white-robed female crown crumbled instantly.

However, the punch passed through Yin Weiyin’s body without the slightest touch.

Lowering her head again, she saw the Taichua Goddess smiling calmly and saying:

"Could the Prince really think he left me here without backup?"

......

At that time, the tip of the spear was only a hair’s breadth from Chen Yi’s back, but the vortex’s suction force pulled him in first.

Chen Yi felt his Divine Soul fiercely tremble, as if instantly stripped from its shell. His vision spun, all sounds—the whistling of the Spear Gang, the low roars of official puppets, the startled cries of guards—instantly faded, twisted, and blurred. His body felt light but was forcibly dragged toward the dark vortex’s center by an immense force.

Everything was unclear, as if endless incense smoke surrounded him,

"Who would have thought that in the Qin Family’s live-in sons-in-law, there would appear a Living City God."