Chapter 885: Chapter 885: 883: Threatening with Ah Jing

“Scoundrels! Even with thousands of Imperial Guard soldiers at my disposal, we can’t capture a Mu Fei! You must arrest him before he returns to the shadows of Ghost Market; I want him interrogated thoroughly!”

Qin Rulie was fuming with anger.

Wei Jue further reported, “Your Majesty need not worry. Although we didn’t catch Mu Fei, the Ninth Prince’s men have cornered him, and they are now engaged in fierce combat outside the city.”

“Chu Yihan?”

Qin Muyan’s brows furrowed into a fold, and his mood instantly grew complex.

“I’ll go see His Highness!” Su Yingxue’s eyes brightened, and turning around, she took hold of the Empress Dowager’s hand, “Imperial grandmother, I’m going to find His Highness. I’ve cured your poisoning, you just need to rest and recuperate.”

As she was leaving, she reminded Qin Ge, “Aunt, the poison in your body has just been neutralized; you need to rest. Please stay by the Empress Dowager’s side.”

Qin Ge nodded in agreement, “Alright, go ahead, and be careful on your way.”

“Thank you, Aunt!”

“Wei Jue, follow Yingxue quickly, and take good care of her!”

Qin Rulie quickly ordered.

“Yes!”

Wei Jue followed Su Yingxue.

Hearing that Chu Yihan had arrived, Su Yingxue ran off like a child, as if chasing after the candy she adored, innocent and endearing.

Behind her, Qin Muyan’s expression dimmed, filled with profound disappointment.

Outside of Yingdu, Chu Yihan’s Shadow Guards had slain all of Mu Fei’s surrounding slaves.

At his feet laid the corpses of slaves, and the foot of the hill wafted with a thick scent of blood and decay.

Ah Jing stood tense behind Mu Fei, unsure of what to do.

She really had become a burden to her master.

The man her master was confronting was none other than the Ninth Prince, Chu Yihan, the brother of the Silver Moon Pavilion Master!

Competing against him, her master would surely be at a disadvantage!

“Master, leave me behind; I’ll cover for you while you escape!”

Ah Jing pleaded with Mu Fei countless times to leave her behind.

To drop her, the drag she had become.

Mu Fei gripped her shoulder fiercely, his expression ruthless. His thin lips were tightly sealed, his eyes swirling with calculating shadows.

“Master…”

Ah Jing’s whisper was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz.

Across from them, Chu Yihan held the Qingfeng Sword, his features cold and untouchable like a celestial being under the moonlight, he commanded icily, “Surrender, and I’ll grant you an intact corpse.”

“An intact corpse… No! Don’t kill my master!”

Ah Jing was extremely frightened, spreading her arms to shield Mu Fei, guarding him firmly, “Ninth Prince, I beg you, please don’t kill my master, would you?”

Chu Yihan didn’t recognize this female servant, but he had heard Su Yingxue mention her before, “Your name is Ah Jing.”

“Yes, I’m Ah Jing. Sister Yingxue saved my life before! She knows me! Ninth Prince, please don’t kill my master, would you? My master is the kindest person in the world!” Ah Jing’s tears trailed along her long eyelashes, like butterflies fluttering through the night.

Chu Yihan’s eyes narrowed slightly; he didn’t respond to Ah Jing but suspected that she may have been drugged and deluded by Mu Fei.

As he was about to move against Ah Jing, Mu Fei let out a cold laugh, “Haha! Does the Ninth Prince dare to kill her?”

“Why wouldn’t I dare?” Chu Yihan’s narrowed eyes released a sharp, cold glint.

“She is one of Su Yingxue’s people; if you kill her, aren’t you afraid of hurting Su Yingxue’s feelings?” Mu Fei spoke slowly, his hands, well-defined at the joints, clutching Ah Jing’s delicate throat.

“Ah…”

Ah Jing suddenly had her throat seized, her breathing halted.

She widened her eyes, in disbelief. Was her master about to kill her?

“Let her go!”

Su Yingxue descended from the sky, ready to rush towards Mu Fei.