Chapter 1, Robbed and Murdered by the Fiancé

Arriving in the Spring and Autumn period, she was both thin and small, without a mount beneath her and without attendants behind her, feeling as anxious as a chicken caught in the rain. In search of a place to stay, she mingled with the troupe of songstresses, beginning to experience the charm of this most primitive yet splendidly romantic era.

The bearded man moved his lips but could not utter a word. He had always thought that this group of people were merely mountain bandits, but now he realized that it was actually the groom himself who had come to commit murder. Without needing to say more, he understood that this must certainly involve a conspiracy between nations. He was just a swordsman, and the chief and deputy envoys in the group had already been shot dead; he did not understand and did not know how to respond to such a situation

Wei Luo opened her mouth, about to speak, when suddenly a piercing scream of "Ah—" echoed through the air. The scream was chilling and filled with despair, the kind that one emits at the moment of death. Accompanying this scream was a series of hacking sounds. Moreover, these sounds were coming from outside the vehicle, just a few meters away! Initially dazed, Wei Luo was startled by the scream, which cleared her mind somewhat. She propped herself against the wall of the vehicle and sat up straight.

The gaze of the young master of Jingling slowly turned over the numerous corpses lying on the ground, and he nodded, saying: "Good!"

Young master, all the Yue people have been exterminated

Having said that, he let out a long shout, "Hush, hush—" and turned the horse around.

Wei Luo turned her eyes and was astonished to find herself in a carriage, surrounded by thick purple-red fabric.

Wei Luo furrowed her brows and thought to herself: whose television is this? Why is the volume turned up so high! She frowned and impatiently turned over, wanting to distance herself from that noise

No!

This is not me

The handsome face of the young master Jingling bore a faint smile as he cast a glance at Wei Luo, who had collapsed on the ground, motionless. With a disdainful snort, he turned his gaze away.

When the man saw Wei Luo open her eyes, he slightly relaxed his furrowed brow and forced a smile, revealing a set of slightly yellowed teeth. He straightened his posture and respectfully asked, "Princess, you are awake?"

Without waiting for Wei Luo to respond, he reached out and completely pulled back the carriage curtain, grabbing Wei Luo's arm and pulling her down from the carriage. Just as Wei Luo stumbled to regain her balance, the bearded man stepped forward, blocking her path.

The urgent and tense cries continuously reached Wei Luo's ears, striking heavily against her eardrums

A handsome face appeared before the crowd

The tip of the spear has arrived, and the killing intent is already overwhelming! At this moment, Wei Luo's face had turned completely pale, devoid of any color. Her heart was pounding wildly, each beat more frantic than the last, accompanied by a stabbing pain that felt like convulsions. Simultaneously, her pupils were rapidly dilating, expanding...

The young master of Jingling glanced at the unmoving Wei Luo upon hearing the words, and said淡淡: "Leave her whole body, withdraw!"

The bearded man leaped and sat behind her, drawing his long sword to sever the tether connecting the white horse to the carriage

A man in black rode up, holding a spear pointed at Wei Luo. He used the tip of the spear to turn the motionless body of Wei Luo around, dismounted, reached out to touch her nose, and then turned to Young Master Jing Ling and said: "Young Master, this fourth princess of Yue has been scared to death. Should I give her another stab?"

Before her lay a battlefield. Twenty to thirty swordsmen clad in breastplates formed a tight circle around her carriage, fiercely engaged in combat with a group of masked men in black. The situation was dire, as the ground was strewn with the scattered bodies of the bronze-armored swordsmen.

Upon witnessing this scene, Wei Luo's small face turned pale, her stomach churned, her heart raced wildly, and her vision blurred in and out of darkness

Another burst of laughter echoed, amidst which the group of black-clad individuals uniformly sheathed their weapons and retreated to the sides, as a young man in black stepped forward

Blood

The sound of hooves echoed as a group of black-clad figures stirred up a cloud of dust, and in no time, they vanished into the horizon

However, at this moment, Wei Luo was not concerned with these details at all. She simply stood there, swaying unsteadily, with a blank expression on her face. In her daze, she was unaware of her thoughts, and only one idea kept surfacing in her mind: This must be a dream, yes, this must be a dream! I did not travel through time!

Reaching out to tighten the reins, the voice of the bearded man came from behind Wei Luo, "Princess, circumstances require flexibility, I beg your pardon!"

At that moment, a clear and pleasant laughter was heard, "What a loyal Yue person!"

At this moment, Wei Luo was dressed as a newlywed bride. A large piece of jade hung down from her coiled long hair, reaching all the way to her nose, obscuring her forehead and most of her eyes and nose. On either side of the jade piece, there were inlaid gold, silver, and pearls. This jade piece covered half of her face, making her features nearly unrecognizable. Onlookers could only judge her appearance as quite good from her fair skin and the faint outline of her features.

The young man in black approached Wei Luo and the others while slowly and deliberately removing his mask with his fair and slender fingers

As the horse turned, the twenty or thirty swordsmen let out a simultaneous long howl. The already exhausted crowd began to dance their swords, the silver light flashing, with a fierce killing intent. Especially in the direction the horse's head was facing, the five swordsmen launched a frenzied assault, seemingly risking their lives, as they aimed to carve out a path of escape for Wei Luo and the others

No!

A lot of blood

Weilo's eyes widened in shock, a scream caught in his throat, nearly escaping his lips

There were as many as one hundred and fifty men in black, mounted on horseback. Among them, the first forty or so were brandishing spears and engaging in combat. The more than one hundred men behind these black-clad individuals were leisurely holding long swords, watching the commotion with interest

The blood arrows still linger in the air, and several heads have already rolled to the ground! In this brief moment, the five swordsmen who were clearing the way for the two substitutes of Luo have already fallen dead on the spot

Wei Luo inhaled sharply, drawing in a strong metallic scent of blood, and she quickly glanced at her exposed delicate white hands

The target of his command was his subordinates. Only a little over a dozen copper-armored swordsmen remained. Upon hearing their leader's orders, they danced with their swords while moving closer to him. The group of men in black, seeing them retreat, did not pursue; one by one, they sheathed their weapons and sat expressionlessly on their horses.

What is happening to me? Wei Luofei struggled to open his eyes.

The reason it was almost a failure is that Wei Luo has been calm and composed since childhood, and she forcefully swallowed her fear.

In an instant, a strange, enlarged face with a scruffy beard appeared before her eyes

Wei Luo reached out to adjust the ornament, then turned to look at the man. Her eyes widened in shock as they fell upon the man's topknot and the bloodstained bronze armor he wore

The young master of Jingling suppressed his laughter, coldly staring at the group of pale-faced, utterly demoralized bronze-armored swordsmen. With a wave of his hand, he commanded in a deep voice: "Kill them all, leave not a single one!"

Although Wei Luo repeated this sentence to herself over and over again, deep down she already clearly felt that this was not a dream; she had truly traveled through time!

Hahaha

At this moment, the bearded man also turned pale, gritting his teeth as he glared at the few black-clad swordsmen blocking the way. Facing their cold, somewhat indifferent expressions, he felt a wave of despair in his heart. He bit down hard on his teeth and whispered to Wei Luo, "Your Highness, I am incompetent!" After saying this, he let out a heavy sigh and dismounted. After steadying Wei Luo, the bearded man raised his voice and hoarsely shouted, "Stop!" He bit down hard on his teeth and whispered to Wei Luo, "Your Highness, I am incompetent!" After saying this, he let out a heavy sigh and dismounted. After steadying Wei Luo, the bearded man raised his voice and hoarsely shouted, "Stop!"

The orderly sound of agreement echoed from all directions, as the black-clad warriors with halberds simultaneously stepped forward. The silver light flickered, and the sharp tips of the halberds fiercely attacked the group of bronze-armored swordsmen once again. This attack was even more ferocious than the last one

As soon as she moved, she realized that her entire body was stiff and she could not move at all, while her head throbbed with pain like being pierced by needles

Princess! Princess!

In a state of panic and confusion, Wei Luo faintly turned over a thought, 'It seems that my body has a problem with the heart.' This thought flashed by in an instant, and Wei Luo fell into darkness.

This young man is approximately eighteen or nineteen years old, with a brown complexion. He has a tall and robust physique, and his facial features are very well-defined, with a broad forehead, high nose, and thin lips. His pair of eyes is narrow, long, and shiny. Such a face seems to have been carved by the heavens with a chisel, embodying a masculine beauty reminiscent of ancient Greek sculptures. His walking posture is exceptionally graceful, resembling a black panther striding across the grasslands, poised to hunt.

As the laughter subsided, several individuals seated at the back, observing the lively scene of the sword-wielding figures in black, let out a long howl and simultaneously leaped from their horses, pouncing towards Wei Luo's front. Before they even arrived, the sword energy had already surged forth. These individuals were evidently masters; Wei Luo merely caught a glimpse of silver light flashing before hearing several cries of agony! Immediately afterward, several jets of blood spurted out from a distance!

At this moment, the copper-armored swordsmen were once again entangled in a fierce battle with the men in black. Wei Luo's body went limp and she collapsed to the ground; as she fell, her head struck the cart's yoke with a loud 'bang', which only elicited a few sympathetic and helpless glances.

As soon as the young man's face was revealed, all the swordsmen exclaimed in unison, and the bearded man widened his eyes in disbelief, "You, you are the son of the Duke of Jin, Lord Jingling? Since Lord Jingling is already betrothed to our country's Fourth Princess, why are you attempting to assassinate her midway? Do you, do you wish to break off the engagement?"

The young master of Jingling strode forward until he was only five steps away from the crowd before coming to a halt. He laughed heartily and declared, "Indeed! I, the young master, am here to assassinate the Fourth Princess." As he spoke, his dark eyes, cold as blades, fixed upon Wei Luo's face, which was as pale as paper.

The men in black far surpassed the bronze-armored swordsmen in both strength and numbers. As several flashes of spear light passed by, the remaining bearded man was also pierced with several holes and fell dead on the spot

At that moment, Wei Luo's arm tightened again, and her body felt light as she was thrown onto the horse's back by the bearded man. This throw caused the ornament on Wei Luo's head to droop again, blocking most of her view. However, she was now both frightened and experiencing a sharp pain in her chest, leaving her no time to push the ornament aside. Her mind was filled with only one thought: this feels too real to be a dream! Have I crossed over?

The young master of Jingling exclaimed several times in regret before bursting into laughter once again

The sound of Wei Luo gasping startled the man who had turned his head to look out of the car. He turned back, anxiously watching Wei Luo, whose gaze was still filled with confusion, and shouted: "Princess, the bandits are well-prepared, our people are no match for them, we must evacuate quickly! I will protect you as you leave!"

She merely cast a glance and reached out to wipe her forehead. An ornament hung down from her head, obstructing her line of sight, making it difficult for her to see anything comfortably

In a short while, the group of swordsmen had tightly huddled together, still protecting Wei Luo in the center. As they drew closer, a strong smell of blood filled the air around Wei Luo, and the bronze armor pressed against her delicate skin, causing her pain.

He looked up and down at Wei Luo, revealing his snow-white teeth as he smiled and said: "Indeed, she is a beauty! What a pity that such a beauty is destined to die! Moreover, she is to die on the way to the marriage alliance between Jin and Yue, what a shame!"

Velo gasped once more!

His clear and boisterous laughter echoed across the wilderness, provoking the mountains to respond and the valleys to resonate