He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

She paused for a moment, a faint smile curving her lips.

"I know the methods of both the Yun Dynasty and the Xian Dynasty."

Yunyi put down his teacup, the bottom of which tapped softly on the wooden table.

He looked at Yunling, whose face held an expression that was hard to tell whether it was serious or joking, but there was no evasion in her eyes.

She knew what she was saying.

Yun Yi did not interrupt her, nor did he ask her why she knew these things.

He just listened quietly, just as he had been doing for the past three years.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Yunling added, "The Northern Law Empire has already reached an alliance with the Divine Wind Empire."

"Three years later, they will join forces to wage war against the Yunming Empire."

"And before that—in the next day or two—they will send assassins to kill members of the royal family and disturb the peace of the people."

"We happen to be one of the targets."

Her voice was low and flat, without any inflection, as if she were stating something that had already happened.

"First infiltrate, then plunder the borders, depleting the nation's strength."

"When our dynasty is exhausted and our army is pressing in, we will take it all in one fell swoop."

Yun Yi looked into her eyes for a long time.

Those round, dark eyes held far more than a six-year-old should possess—intelligence, strategy, vision, and an unsettlingly sophisticated composure.

Her words were tantamount to revealing her identity.

Yun Yi remained silent for a long time.

Then he nodded.

"I have an idea." His voice wasn't loud, but it was steady. "I've had them before, but not in great depth."

He glanced at the snow-covered mounds outside the window, his gaze settling on the two smallest ones.

"It's deeper now."

Yunling didn't speak, but just looked at him quietly, the smile on her lips disappearing and replaced by a solemn and almost serious expression.

The commotion in the post station continued, the charcoal fire crackled in the stove, and the fat merchant, his face flushed from drinking, was pounding the table as he recounted a business deal he had made on the southern border when he was young.

No one noticed what the two six-year-old children in the corner were talking about.

Someone outside called out, "Enough rest! Time to set off! We need to reach the next post station before nightfall!"

The guards began carrying luggage, the maids helped the masters arrange their cloaks and hand warmers, and the horses exhaled a white mist in the cold wind, their hooves crunching on the snow.

Consort Rou came out from the inner room, holding a folded thick velvet cloak: "Yi'er, tie this on, it's windy outside."

Yunyi took the cloak, fastened it, and followed Consort Rou into the carriage.

The caravan set off again, its wheels leaving two long ruts as they rolled over the snow, continuing their winding journey downstream along the official road.

As evening approached, the group reached a mountain path flanked by dense forests on both sides.

The sky darkened faster than expected, and the clouds hung low, the leaden-gray clouds like waterlogged quilts, heavy and suspended overhead.

The woods on both sides of the mountain road were pitch black, with only the snow reflecting the last bit of daylight, barely enough to make out the outline of the road.

The carriage in front suddenly stopped.

The head guard reined in his horse and raised his arm to signal the procession to stop.

He squinted at the middle of the road ahead—a thick, broken log lay there, as if blown down by the wind, but the break was too clean to look like a natural fracture.

Before he could even warn them, the sharp whistling of arrows piercing the air echoed from the dense forest on both sides.

The first wave of arrows came quickly and suddenly, like countless black fingers suddenly reaching out from the darkness.

Several guards walking in front fell to the ground with a thud, their screams particularly piercing in the twilight.

Then someone rushed out of the woods.

About twenty people, dressed in black and masked, moved swiftly and were well-trained assassins.

Their goal was clear—to head straight for the most ornately decorated carriages in the middle of the procession.

The accompanying guards hastily engaged in battle, but were no match for their opponent, whose skill was far superior.

As the blade flashed, a guard clutched his neck and fell to the ground, his blood splattering onto the snow and spreading a dark red stain.

Consort Rou leaned out of the carriage, her face turning deathly pale.

She instinctively pulled Yun Yi behind her, her voice trembling:

"Yi'er, don't come out—"

The sounds of shouting, clashing weapons, and frightened horses mingled together outside, like a pot of boiling porridge.

There were palace maids screaming, princes shouting "Protect the Emperor!" in panic, and even more muffled groans as a knife fell and then abruptly stopped.

Yunyi sat in the carriage, listening to the sounds through the curtain.

He turned his head and looked through the gap in the carriage curtain, just in time to see that outside the three carriages, Yunling's carriage curtain was also partially lifted.

The round face was revealed, the charcoal-redness had faded, replaced by a calm expression.

She was looking at him too.

Amidst the cacophony of shouts and battle cries, the chaotic scene of guards and men in black, the falling snow, and the splattered blood, the two men exchanged a glance.

Yun Yi looked away.

Those chaotic sounds, the sparks from clashing weapons, the dark red splashes on the snow—it all seemed as if they were being viewed through a veil.

He looked down at his hands.

These hands have been suppressed since they were three years old.

When you throw a punch, you need to control your pace; when you run, you need to control your stride; even your breathing needs to be consciously adjusted to a frequency that won't shatter the space around you.

Ninety-nine layers of seals were piled on my body, like being covered by ninety-nine quilts, making it hard to breathe.

He had wanted to uncover it for a long time.

"Yi'er, don't come out!" Consort Rou's hand was still clutching his sleeve, her knuckles turning white from the force.

She stood in front of him, trembling as she did so, yet still shielding him with her back.

Yun Yi gently patted the back of her hand.

"It's alright, Mother."

He lifted the carriage curtain and stepped out.

The first assassin was charging toward the carriage, his long sword still dripping with blood, and his eyes, visible above his mask, were filled with ferocity.

He saw a child emerge from the carriage, paused for a moment, then grinned maliciously and swung his knife down—

The blade stopped three feet above Yun Yi's head.

Or rather, the knife, along with the arm, shoulder, chest, and head that held it, all turned into red mist in that instant.

He didn't even have time to let out a scream.

The blood mist spread out, and was swept up by the cold wind, scattering into finer powder that fell on the snow like a layer of crushed rouge.

Yun Yi withdrew his fist.

He didn't use any force just now; he just gently pushed forward.

The effect is alright; at least it didn't break the space.

He continued walking forward.

The second assassin saw his companion turn into a cloud of blood mist, his pupils contracted sharply, but his professionalism prevented him from retreating.

He circled around from the side and thrust his short sword straight at Yun Yi's waist and ribs.

Yun Yi didn't even turn his head; he simply raised his hand and swept it away as if brushing off a fly.

The man's upper body evaporated instantly, leaving only his two legs standing in place. His knees buckled, and he collapsed forward, falling into the snow with a thud. Steam rose from the severed ends.

The third, the fourth, the fifth.

They rushed at him from different directions, some brandishing knives, some throwing hidden weapons, and some trying to bypass him to attack the princes and princesses in the carriage behind.

Yunyi has only one way to deal with this.

Fist!