Chapter 97: Chu Sheng, a Brute? (Explosive Update)

Seeing Baili Xian's ominously dark expression, so terrifying that it sent chills down her spine, Liu Ling'er decisively shut her mouth. This was bad! Judging from his demeanor, it felt as if Baili Xian genuinely wanted to strangle her.

For the sake of her own life, Liu Ling'er lowered her gaze obediently and said, "Baili Xian, you must have misunderstood me! I was just teasing you earlier, really, I wasn't lying this time."

"Oh, before I lose control, I'll give you two options," Baili Xian said, pointing toward the floor with his lips. "First, honestly tell me what you were up to just now. Second, you'll sleep on the floor tonight!"

What the heck! This was blatant usurpation—making a delicate young woman sleep on the floor. How could he say such a thing without a shred of embarrassment?

Determined not to sleep on the floor, Liu Ling'er shamelessly burrowed into the blankets. "Ah, it was really nothing. I went to find Xiao Shuang-shuang just now. If you don't believe me, ask her yourself tomorrow. I have to get up early to buy breakfast, so I'm going to sleep."

Baili Xian still had a mountain of questions for Liu Ling'er. For example, what was she doing visiting Xiao Shuang-shuang so late? And if she was just seeing her, why was she dressed in night attire? But Liu Ling'er had already nestled herself deep under the covers, and Baili Xian didn't have the heart to pull them off.

At dawn, when the rooster crowed, Liu Ling'er opened her eyes and found the bed empty. It seemed Baili Xian had been quite busy these days.

After buying breakfast at Ma's Dim Sum Shop, Liu Ling'er, as usual, skipped the line. The long queue of people looked at her with envy, jealousy, and resentment. Many even stopped her to ask why the shop owner would prepare breakfast specially for her.

These were all latecomers—no matter how long they queued, they wouldn’t get breakfast. Liu Ling'er ignored them and walked around.

Carrying the breakfast back to the Prince of Virtue's manor, before she even stepped inside, she saw a white figure leap onto the wall and enter the manor. Liu Ling'er rubbed her eyes; if not for the tree still shaking from the person’s footsteps, she would have thought she was seeing things.

This was trouble. Someone sneaking in over the wall instead of through the gate could only mean trouble. Many people in the manor were still asleep at this hour! With that thought, Liu Ling'er hurried inside. She had barely taken two steps when she saw the white-clad figure draw a sword and swiftly attack Chu Mei'er, who was practicing her morning exercises.

Sensing danger, Chu Mei'er dodged several times, leaving her original spot, but the white-clad figure pursued relentlessly, and in the blink of an eye, they were locked in combat. Chu Mei'er was unarmed and clearly at a disadvantage, while the white-robed man pressed forward with his sword.

Soon, the two broke apart, Chu Mei'er standing at a distance, coldly watching the white-clad man, who gripped his sword and stared back. Liu Ling'er, meanwhile, was completely ignored by both.

Liu Ling'er observed the assassin. He wasn't very old—at most twenty—and strikingly handsome. He wore a moon-white long robe, his hair tied with a jade hairpin. He was shrouded in a chilling aura, clearly not someone to approach. At this moment, he looked at Chu Mei'er with icy indifference, as though Chu Mei'er were already a corpse.

Suddenly, Chu Mei'er's maids rushed over, surrounding her protectively. A black-clad man also arrived, kneeling on the ground. "Guard Tong Wula, late to your rescue—please forgive me, Empress Dowager!"

Chu Mei'er snorted, "Rise!" Just then, the palace maids standing beside her surged forward to attack the white-robed man. The Empress Dowager's maids were no ordinary people; they were versed in both literature and martial arts, otherwise they would not serve at her side.

Unfortunately, no matter how skilled these maids were, they were only second-rate. Against ordinary opponents, they were more than sufficient, but against this white-clad man, they were hopelessly outmatched. Liu Ling'er watched as the white-robed man didn’t even use his sword—he simply struck a few times with his bare hands, sending the maids staggering back, coughing up blood, and collapsing unconscious.

Liu Ling'er drew a sharp breath. She hadn't realized it before, but those strikes swept away all manner of monsters and demons—one move to rout the enemy, truly formidable.

After the maids fell, the arriving guard lunged forward with his sword. Liu Ling'er saw a black shadow flash across—it was remarkably fast. Yet the white-robed man was just as quick, his movements even slightly faster than Tong Wula’s.

Tong Wula was deeply shaken. He was known as the Shadow Guardian of the Cloud Sky Alliance, famed for his speed, but this assassin was even faster—how could he not be alarmed?

Suddenly, as if struck by a realization, Tong Wula's pupils contracted sharply. He exchanged blows with the white-clad man, then retreated a distance. "Are you, perchance, Chu Sheng, the Twin Dragons of Shadow and Sword?"

"Pfft!" Liu Ling'er couldn't help but burst out laughing at the name. Beast? What kind of eccentric parents would name their son that? Even though she knew the name was probably a homonym, surely they could have chosen something better!

The white-robed man cast a cold glance at Liu Ling'er, making her heart tremble. But she wasn’t one to be intimidated; she furrowed her brows and glared fiercely back at him.