Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable-Chapter 1214 - 1124: The Female Chancellor (62)

The sudden appearance of this man startled everyone hiding in the trees. While they were in hiding, to ensure complete concealment by the leaves, each fork in the tree had only one person.

This man in gray and masked happened to appear on the branch where Shuangshuang was hiding, causing the hearts of those on other branches to tighten.

Fortunately, this gray-masked man did not intentionally discover Shuangshuang’s hiding place. He was injured and climbed up to hide on his own.

Therefore, when this gray-masked man came up, he had his back to Shuangshuang, and his eyes and attention were focused on the battle below.

However, this was not safe either, as the position where the gray-masked man stood was too close to Shuangshuang, and he would soon discover her.

Wei Yingnan was only one step away from Shuangshuang. It should be said that Wei Yingnan was also only one step away from Wang Zhongxuan and Wang Ruiqi, originally making it very convenient for her to protect the people around her.

But no one expected such a twist; the assassins sent by the other side did not attack but were evading and by a fluke ended up right in front of Shuangshuang.

At this moment, that one step seemed a chasm between life and death, making it difficult for Wei Yingnan to cross.

While everyone was panicking with worry for Shuangshuang, she was not panicked. As soon as the gray-masked man appeared before her, Shuangshuang knew it was not good.

So Shuangshuang decided instantly and unhesitatingly swung her dagger at the carotid artery of the gray-masked man.

Although Shuangshuang was physically weak in this lifetime, so weak that even walking was difficult, it didn’t mean her combat skills had vanished with her frail body.

Shuangshuang’s attack was not very swift or forceful, but it was precisely accurate, piercing the carotid artery of her opponent immediately, slicing open his throat.

The eyes of the gray-masked man instantly widened, filled with incredulous shock. He tried to move his eyes to see who behind him killed him.

Unfortunately, with a dagger in his neck, he couldn’t turn his head back. With blood foaming from his mouth, making gurgling sounds in his throat, no one knew what he said in his final moments. Finally, he swayed and fell toward the base of the tree.

Frowning, Shuangshuang knew she couldn’t let him fall to the ground as it would expose their hiding spot.

However, Shuangshuang had already used all her strength in her previous attack, making it impossible to pull back a strong man about to fall from the tree without risking falling herself.

Fortunately, Wei Yingnan timely reached out to catch the falling body of the gray-masked man and used his coat to wrap around his neck, preventing blood from alarming those below.

Thankfully, this was the only mishap, and until Yan Yi came back to tell them that they had killed all the attackers, no other gray-masked man had climbed the tree.

As soon as Shuangshuang got down from the tree, she smelled a strong scent of blood, a scent she was not unfamiliar with.

But this time, perhaps due to her weakened body, the smell rolled her stomach over violently, causing her to retch immediately.

The others were very concerned about Shuangshuang’s condition, surrounding her with questioning looks of anxiety and concern.

Yan Yi was deeply self-reproachful: "It’s all my fault. I should have buried these bodies before Miss came down. Was Miss frightened?"

Shuangshuang accepted the water pouch handed by Wei Yingnan, took a few sips to rinse her mouth, and shook her head: "You don’t need to be so tense; I wasn’t scared, just a bit unaccustomed to the strong smell of blood.

Alright, don’t mind me. Hurry and bury these bodies and make this place look like there was no fight. We must leave quickly."

Everyone immediately scattered to work, even Wang Zhongxuan and Wang Ruiqi participated to speed up the process.

Still feeling unwell, Shuangshuang was afraid she’d fall ill at such a critical moment, so she dared not exert herself and found a place to sit and rest.

Wei Yingnan circled around not far from Shuangshuang, gathered many wildflowers, and placed them around Shuangshuang.

The strong floral scent diluted the surrounding bloody smell, easing Shuangshuang’s nausea significantly and making her feel much better.

Though sitting there, Shuangshuang still silently calculated in her heart what the Fifth Prince would do next.

From the fact that the Fifth Prince had tolerated for so long before seeking revenge on Wang Zhongxuan, it showed he was petty, vengeful, and remembered every slight, indicating he would not give up easily.

Now that the first wave of assassins failed, the Fifth Prince would certainly be alerted, realizing Wang Zhongxuan isn’t easy to deal with, and would send even more formidable people next.

The Fifth Prince would stop them from returning to the Capital City, also setting ambushes on their way back, or even search all over for their tracks.

Fortunately, perhaps due to his low profile, the Fifth Prince’s power lay underground. Officially, he seemed isolated and weak, meaning he couldn’t openly search for them, but would resort to covert methods.

This gave them a breather. Continuing forward was impossible, as was returning to the Capital City, and temporarily hiding somewhere became the only option. But Shuangshuang had no immediate idea where to hide.

...

Xiao Liang Village was a small village deep in the mountains with only about a dozen households. This day, a group of people arrived there, dressed richly but looking road-weary and somewhat disheveled.

Leading the group was a frail scholar who coughed every three steps. Beside him was a very heroic-looking girl.

Behind the scholar walked an old man with graying hair and beard, two young noblemen, and a large number of formidable-looking guards.

The frail scholar gave the village chief a silver ingot, renting the largest courtyard in the village and moved in with the group.

This frail scholar claimed he was traveling for study, and during his free time, he would gather the village children to teach them some literacy and speak to them of the outside world.

To be literate in the village was to be a great person, so the villagers, initially resistant to these outsiders, became welcoming.

In their minds, anyone willing to teach their children to read for free could not be a bad person.