Emperor's Cunning Wife

When the middle aged woman reached the small gateway, her eyes that were previously filled with greed became clear. She snorted and weighted the pouch on her hand with disdain. Such a small amount and dare to order this aunt around, if it wasn't for.. Pei- She stopped stalling and stuffed the thing inside her clothes, walked on a pathway like everything was normal.

In an empty courtyard besides the laundry department a battle could be seen, flashes of shadows danced and silver lights flare every time two blades collided. If Xiao Qu was here and regained her lucidity, she would recognize one of the men fighting the three blacked clothed hooded men.

"We can't hold anymore. We better escape." The man on the intruder's side shouted alarming the other man of their possible demise. His opponent took this opportunity to slash his arm while he was distracted. A pained shout came from his throat which made him took a few steps away from the fight.

The other man heard this and went to fend off his opponents' attacks to give the injured man some time. Sweat acc.u.mulated from his forehead from overexerting energy in this engage. This won't do. He needs to think a way to escape, but just as he was thinking the other also saw through his mind and signal his subordinates to corner them.

"Just surrender. You have no way to escape." The hooded man said pointing the tip of his sword to the man's direction. The other two quickly made a triangular formation securing any blind spots the assassins might use to evade them.

"Whether we escape or not is not to you, Imperial dogs who only knew how to please their owners with their wagging tails!" The 'intruder' man said without fear albeit slowly taking steps back to his ally's side when he saw them closing in. He was masking the nervousness overwhelming his body. His vision swept to all sides, with his sword raised ready to defend any sneak attacks. Its polished silvery tip shining with cold and sharpness, in contrast to the swords the other side had.

"Tcch..Your dirty mouth does not have qualifications to smear the royal family's honor. Attack, don't let them get away." The leader of the three ordered the other two, and together their swords went forward preparing to deal powerful blows to strike the intruders down.

Two versus three, the situation was clearly disadvantageous for the intruders. They were initially five of them, but only two of them manage to get out of the courtyard alive. Now his companion got injured, placing him in this dire circ.u.mstance, while the other side did not lose a man in the midst of dealing with them, this proves that their martial arts were above theirs; it was only that they were cautious to keep them alive for interrogation.

"Biao'ge, You better go. I'll deal with them." The injured man said gritting his teeth. He ignored the agony from his deep wound and searched for the last thing in his inner pockets, resolution and helplessness were seen form his eyes.

"…"He received no reply but only a turn of the head, with eyes observing his degree of wound.

His Biao'ge saw his small actions from the corner of his eyes and understood his intentions to sacrifice. He saw his Biao'ge became rigid and didn't dare dally anymore.

"Escape? Let me see how the two of you can pass through us." His Biao'ge blocked the blade, carefully fending the aggressive attacks of the three. The continuous barrage landed on the blade, his body and back. Wounds after wounds emerged, crimson liquid stained the intruder's clothes but no hesitation could be seen from him.

With a pill on his finger, he shot it onto his mouth, "Biao'ge, Leave this place. I'm about to lose control." After that left his mouth, his form undergone major changes, the three witnessing his situation also stopped in their attacks, their instinct sensed sudden danger.

"What's going on?" The leader asked the intruder. However, the latter was also shocked himself and left his body unguarded.

The leader used this chance to deal a blow to him, but a force to his stomach threw him few meters away. Like a vegetable, the other two saw their captain, unable to withstand the offence and flew weightless across the air to a corner near a rockery. They didn't have enough time to waste, their feet moved as a shadow was about to approach their captain's body.

Meanwhile, the intruder closed his eyes and left the courtyard, his form shrouded with desolation. He found a place to hide and tore some of his clothes bandaging his injuries. The loud sounds from the neighboring courtyard registered his ears constantly sending some images in his mind.

Amitabha.

The wind carried his prayers for the dead.