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Chapter 267 Why I Avoided It

Chapter 267 Why I Avoided It

Song Jinglan was clearly displeased that he had not achieved his goal, and his dark eyes were fixed on her, with a dangerous glint in them.

"Young Master He, your clothes are probably not soaking properly now that they're wet."

Song Jinglan narrowed his eyes slightly, "How about..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Jinglan's expression suddenly hardened. Before Jiang Yuyue could react, he suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her aside.

Jiang Yuyue initially thought Song Jinglan was about to attack her, until she felt a hidden arrow barely graz her temple, and then she realized something was wrong.

There is an assassin!

Song Jinglan shielded her behind him, his gaze growing increasingly cold as he stared at the woods not far away, letting out a cold laugh.

"What kind of behavior is this, hiding and dodging? Is this how Song Chengyan teaches you to do things?"

Song Chengyan?

Jiang Yuyue was startled. Wasn't that the name of Prince Ding?

She had only heard that the Prince of Ding had been exiled to his fiefdom after his power declined. She never expected that even after Song Jinglan had been on the throne for so many years, he still harbored treacherous intentions and was now trying to murder Song Jinglan in an attempt to usurp the throne.

As soon as Song Jinglan finished speaking, rustling sounds came from the woods in front of them, and in an instant, dozens of assassins surrounded them.

The lead assassin's sharp eyes were fixed on Song Jinglan before him. "Since you know we are Prince Ding's men, you should abdicate and give way to a more worthy successor!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Jiang Yuyue frowned and quickly whispered, "General, you are good at martial arts, why don't you leave first and I'll hold them off here!"

Seemingly sensing the concern in her words, Song Jinglan raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly, but she did not intend to take her advice.

"You don't need to lift a finger to deal with these small fry."

After saying this, Song Jinglan lowered his voice and said, "Close your eyes."

Jiang Yuyue was puzzled, but she still subconsciously closed her eyes as he said, while Song Jinglan slapped his palm on the surface of the pool, causing water to splash everywhere.

The assassins were caught off guard by Song Jinglan's sudden action and turned their heads to avoid the splashing water. This very act of dodging proved to be a fatal oversight.

A sudden scream rang out as Song Jinglan snapped one of the assassins' wrists, and the sword in his hand fell into Song Jinglan's grasp. By the time they realized something was wrong, it was too late.

Song Jinglan's swordplay was fierce, and even when fighting against multiple opponents, he seemed to be doing it without any difficulty. In just a few breaths, most of the assassins had already fallen to the ground.

Hearing the sounds of fighting, Jiang Yuyue hurriedly opened her eyes and saw Song Jinglan entangled in a fierce battle. She quickly went ashore and picked up a sword that had fallen to the ground to help him. When she looked up, she saw an assassin trying to sneak up on Song Jinglan from behind, the blade pointed directly at his heart.

"Watch your back!"

Jiang Yuyue was anxious and shouted loudly. Song Jinglan heard her warning and his ears twitched. He suddenly stopped and swept his sword horizontally, knocking away the blade of the assassin who was about to launch a sneak attack. Then he swung his sword back and aimed straight for the opponent's throat.

In an instant, blood splattered, and the last assassin finally died under Song Jinglan's blade.

Seeing that the crisis was finally over, Jiang Yuyue finally felt relieved.

"It seems that Young Master He has saved my life again today."

Song Jinglan looked up at her, a subtle ripple in his eyes, "Now this general owes you another favor."

After saying this, he looked at the hot spring next to him. Several assassins' corpses lay in it, their blood spreading in the water, turning the water a light pink.

"It's a pity that this hot spring has become dirty before Young Master He could fully enjoy it."

Jiang Yuyue was secretly relieved that she had been interrupted by these assassins, otherwise who knows what might have happened today.

"This place is dangerous, and we don't know if there are any other ambushes. General, you should return to the camp as soon as possible."

Jiang Yuyue suggested with a serious expression, "Otherwise, if anything were to happen to the General, I would be in grave danger."

Song Jinglan looked at the person in front of her, who was soaking wet like a drowned rat. Although his chest was flat and there was no woman's curves, the waistline was clearly not what a man should have.

“It is indeed not advisable to stay any longer, but I have done something wrong today with good intentions. Young Master He’s clothes are all wet, so please come with me back to the camp to change.”

Song Jinglan said calmly, picked up the robe beside him and put it on. Without allowing Jiang Yuyue to refuse, he grabbed her by the collar and headed towards the military camp.

Jiang Feili had already fallen asleep. When he was woken up in the middle of the night and brought to the commander's tent, he saw Song Jinglan and He Wu, who was soaking wet.

"What are you..."

Jiang Feili's lips twitched slightly. What trick was Song Jinglan playing now?

"Go and boil a bowl of ginger soup."

Song Jinglan gave the order in a calm voice, and upon hearing this, Jiang Feili's expression became even more subtle.

He, a dignified young marquis, was woken up in the middle of the night just to make ginger soup for this pretty young master!?

Jiang Yuyue was wrapped in a blanket. Although she hadn't gotten along well with this person before, she felt a little bad seeing him being called over for such a small matter, so she still thanked him.

"Thank you, doctor."

doctor!?

Jiang Feili was genuinely uncomfortable now. "I, Jiang Feili, am a dignified..."

"Dr. Jiang, please go down quickly."

Song Jinglan had no intention of listening to his unnecessary words. Jiang Feili's blood was churning, and he almost fainted.

Meanwhile, Yueying was carrying a clean set of clothes towards the commander's tent when she ran into Fengling. Upon seeing this, Fengling couldn't help but ask a question.

"Just who is this He Wu? Isn't he the adopted son of the Jiang family? Why did the master bring him back personally?"

Yueying's expression was slightly strange. After a long silence, she slowly said, "Master suspects that this He Wu... is Miss Jiang."

Upon hearing this, Feng Ling was taken aback. He had been sent out a few days ago and was unaware of these details. After realizing what had happened, he patted Yue Ying's shoulder with a hint of sympathy.

As soon as Yueying entered with the clothes, she met Jiang Yuyue's eyes. Although it was not yet completely certain that He Wu was indeed Miss Jiang, the thought that it was almost certain made Yueying's back, which had long since healed, start to ache slightly...

"Master, please."

Yueying concealed her expression and handed the clothes to Jiang Yuyue. Jiang Yuyue took them and turned to look at Song Jinglan beside her. Seeing that he had no intention of leaving, she couldn't help but curse inwardly.

"Please excuse me, General, I need to change my clothes."

Jiang Yuyue spoke slowly, while Song Jinglan glanced at her and said, "This is my command tent, why should I avoid it?"