The person across from her slightly opened his eyes to look at her, then turned his face away. A few strands of black hair scattered on his jade-like fair face. He replied coldly, “No.”

Faced with his little temper, Si Qingyu could only feel helpless. She turned to take the medicine bottle out from her bundle. “Stretch out your hand.”

Luo Shaoxuan had his face turned, his dark eyes glancing at her. After a moment’s hesitation, he silently extended his hand in front of her, his face still turned to the side.

Seeing his behavior, Si Qingyu’s lips curved up. She carefully unwrapped the bandage layer by layer, applied the ointment, and then gently wrapped it back up. “It’s no longer a problem. The medicine wrap can be removed in a couple of days.”

Luo Shaoxuan retracted his hand, gently stroking the bandage. He was wearing a light purple silk outer robe today. The soft fabric draped on the silk cushion, like a blooming violet.

The carriage was completely silent, with no other sound besides the bumping of the carriage.

Si Qingyu lifted the curtain to look outside. Their carriage was traveling on a small forest path. As she looked into the dense woods, she seemed to see dark figures leaping in the trees. She narrowed her eyes, trying to see more clearly.

She suddenly turned back and pressed down Luo Shaoxuan who was leaning to the side. They both crouched on the carriage cushion as a sword viciously pierced in from outside, narrowly avoiding them.

The carriage driver outside seemed to have already met with misfortune. The horses were neighing and starting to go berserk. The out-of-control carriage galloped on the small path while those people were still in hot pursuit.

At this moment, Si Qingyu’s face was exceptionally calm. She tightly gripped Luo Shaoxuan’s arm. “Be careful here, I’ll go drive the carriage.” As she spoke, she released his hand and unsteadily lifted the carriage curtain, only to see the carriage driver lying in his spot with blood flowing from his neck.

Si Qingyu hurriedly went forward to grab the reins, trying to control the frenzied horses. She suddenly felt a bone-chilling glint on the side of her face. She wanted to dodge but it was too late. Just as the cold blade was about to touch her neck, that person seemed to be struck by something and let out a muffled groan, falling backwards. He fell into the forest, never to make a sound again.

Si Qingyu didn’t know what had just happened. She only felt that the narrow escape made her hands start to break out in cold sweat. She tried her best to stay calm and control the horses.

The remaining black-clad assailants were unwilling to let them go and continued their pursuit. They leapt onto the roof of the carriage and attacked Si Qingyu who was driving the carriage, but she narrowly dodged. Si Qingyu freed one hand to take out her self-made medicinal powder, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in her back and collapsed into Luo Shaoxuan’s arms.

Luo Shaoxuan tightly embraced the person in his arms, looking at the black-clad assailants on the carriage roof with a cold and bloodthirsty gaze. He fiercely pulled the reins, actually forcibly bringing the frantically galloping horses to a halt.

The black-clad assailants on the roof tumbled and fell to the ground due to the inertia.

Luo Shaoxuan lowered his head to look at the pale face in his arms, gently caressing it with pity. He covered Si Qingyu with his oversized sleeve, held her tighter, and coldly looked at the black-clad assailants below. “Who sent you?”

The black-clad assailants looked at each other, all seeming somewhat in disbelief that this young master of the Luo family possessed such skills. One of them reacted first, raising a sword and stabbing towards him.

“Tsk.” Luo Shaoxuan was impatient. The black-clad assailant’s sword hand was severed at the wrist, falling to the ground.

“Ahhh!” The black-clad assailant clutched the severed wrist, kneeling on the ground and screaming in agony.

This sudden change made the other black-clad assailants, who were originally about to follow, dumbfounded. Their eyes held more wariness as they dispersed around the carriage. They suddenly leapt up and attacked Luo Shaoxuan in the center.

Qingmo, who had been hiding in the shadows the whole time, finally appeared. In less than a moment, the curved blade left its sheath and several black-clad assailants’ heads fell to the ground, blood spraying from their severed necks.

Luo Shaoxuan at the side abruptly bent down, covering Si Qingyu’s entire body with his large outer robe, not letting a single drop of blood stain her from head to toe. He lowered his head, gently caressing her face, then disgustedly shook the blood off his sleeve.

Qingmo stood to the side waiting. At this point, only that black-clad assailant with the severed hand remained on the scene. The black-clad assailant looked at the heads rolling on the ground with terror, clutching the severed wrist. Just as the feet turned to flee, the right knee was cleanly sliced off.

“Ahhh!” The black-clad assailant fell to the ground again, screaming incessantly while bent over with only a thigh remaining on the right leg.

However, Luo Shaoxuan turned a deaf ear to the screams. He lowered his head, gazing at the face just inches away with eyes full of tenderness, only feeling incomparably steady and satisfied in his heart. He held Si Qingyu even tighter in his arms, rubbing forehead against forehead gently. “As long as you say who sent you, I’ll let you off. How about it?”

If one didn’t hear the person and meaning his words were directed at, they might think he was gently whispering sweet nothings to the person in his arms.

The black-clad assailant sitting on the ground was drenched in cold sweat, the black cloth covering the face already soaked through. The face twisted slightly in pain, eyes looking at Luo Shaoxuan with fear and wariness. “Will you really let me go?”

“Mm.” Luo Shaoxuan’s eyes were still fixed on the person in his arms, his slender fair fingers tangled in her black hair, humming indifferently.

The black-clad assailant swallowed. The desire to live made the assailant forget the assassin’s creed and choose to believe him. “It… it was the Marquis Manor who hired us.”

“Oh.” As if it was already expected.

“Now… can I leave?” The black-clad assailant’s eyes were full of wariness looking at Qingmo to the side, only knowing this person was exceptionally skilled.

Luo Shaoxuan slowly turned his unfathomably dark eyes to the assailant, the corners of his mouth curving into a wanton smile. “Sure, you can go.”

The black-clad assailant didn’t see his expression, attention always on Qingmo to the side. Hearing he was really going to let the assailant leave, the face under the black cloth showed joy. Enduring the severe pain, the assailant stood on one leg, turned around and was about to hop away. Suddenly the joyful expression froze. The assailant slowly lowered the head to look at the curved blade piercing through the chest. The body crashed to the ground, eyes wide open in death.

“Heh.” Luo Shaoxuan looked at the corpse on the ground and gave a cold laugh. He got up, carefully carrying Si Qingyu into the carriage and gently laid her on the soft couch. He lay on his side next to her, encircling her waist with his arm and resting his head against hers.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck and fell asleep. He had a difficult sleepless night last night. At this moment, Luo Shaoxuan only felt completely content. They were now sleeping together like a married couple. How wonderful.