The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 1672 - 811 Long Yi’s Truth (Part 2) - 2

These Jin Yi Wei weren’t too difficult to handle overall. In about a quarter of an hour, all ten of them had been knocked out.

Gu Chengfeng darted straight for the Prince’s carriage. The coachman’s face changed color, and he hurriedly reached for the sword at his waist. But before he could draw it, Gu Chengfeng’s flying dart pierced his throat!

Gu Chengfeng was surprised himself: "Wow, the hidden weapon Mistress Nan gave me is really effective!"

The coachman fell from the carriage, landing with a thud.

The horse was startled, rearing its front hooves and bolting around wildly. The Prince was jostled, banging against the side of the carriage.

He grabbed onto the carriage wall to steady himself, rubbed his aching forehead, and asked coldly, "What happened?"

Gu Chengfeng sat in the coachman’s seat, held the reins tightly, and calmed the horse down, saying with a faint smile, "Nothing, Your Highness, stay seated and steady."

Something was off about this voice.

The Prince suddenly lifted the curtain.

Just then, Long Yi landed on the outside seat with Gu Jiao, and Gu Jiao struck the Prince with a punch, making his eyes roll back as he fainted.

Gu Chengfeng drove the carriage while glancing back at the Prince, with a nosebleed flowing: "Wait, why did you knock him out?"

Gu Jiao paused: "Oh, I forgot."

This one didn’t need to be hit.

Gu Chengfeng sighed helplessly: "Well, forget it. He’s unconscious. Let’s take him back first."

"Hmm!" Gu Jiao nodded seriously.

Long Yi sat on top of the carriage, Gu Jiao and Gu Chengfeng sat on the outside seat, and the Prince lay on the carriage floor, bruised and unattended.

Passing through a quiet street, Long Yi heard the sounds of an intense fight.

Long Yi didn’t move.

He wasn’t interested in other people’s battles.

Soon, Gu Jiao and Gu Chengfeng heard it too.

Gu Chengfeng, naturally curious about excitement, asked involuntarily: "Who is it? Such killing aura late at night?"

Gu Jiao listened carefully and said, "It sounds like Taoist Qingfeng and Liao Chen."

"Liao Chen?" Gu Chengfeng frowned, "Isn’t that the master of Jingkong, who hasn’t shown himself in years? That monk from the Xuanyuan Family?"

"Hmm... more or less." Gu Jiao nodded, that guy wasn’t a real monk.

Gu Chengfeng was just about to ask if they should go check it out when he saw Long Yi, who never meddled in other affairs, dart off!

He headed toward the street where the fight was happening.

Gu Chengfeng looked baffled: "What’s he doing?"

Gu Jiao blinked: "Oh no, he heard Jingkong’s master, he’s gone to help Liao Chen."

Taoist Qingfeng and Liao Chen were locked in intense combat, struggling to a deadlock when suddenly a towering, imposing figure came soaring through the air.

With hair, he’s a Taoist priest.

Without hair, he’s a monk.

Long Yi found his target and threw a punch at Taoist Qingfeng!

Taoist Qingfeng’s eyes widened, hurriedly withdrawing his lethal strike aimed at Liao Chen. With a tap of his toes, he flew into the air, dodging Long Yi’s blow.

Long Yi’s fist struck a stone pillar behind him, creating several cracks!

Taoist Qingfeng stood on the rooftop, looking gravely at the unexpected helper who had suddenly appeared. He cast a glance at Liao Chen and said, "I’ll come and kill you next time!"

With that, he turned and vanished into the night.

Liao Chen turned around, eyes landing on Long Yi.

Long Yi was tall, wearing a tusked mask, with a long sword strapped to his back, looking quite fierce. But it was this man... or rather this deadliest warrior who’d just helped him.

Liao Chen said indifferently: "Though I didn’t need your help, thanks anyway."

"Oh, really? If Long Yi hadn’t stepped in, you would have been beaten again."

Gu Jiao jumped down from the carriage.

Liao Chen sneered: "I wasn’t giving it my all."

This was true; Taoist Qingfeng did want to kill Liao Chen. Liao Chen only threw in a few lethal strikes when seriously annoyed. Overall, he showed restraint in his attacks.

"Long Yi, Gu Chengfeng." Gu Jiao introduced.

Gu Chengfeng stepped down from the carriage and greeted Liao Chen: "I’ve heard you’re Jingkong’s master, I’ve long admired you."

Liao Chen smiled slightly, his peach blossom eyes shimmering: "You’re too kind."

Gu Chengfeng was stunned, thinking, could a monk really be this charming?

Liao Chen was more interested in Long Yi: "Where did this deadliest warrior come from? He seems quite skilled."

Gu Jiao said: "Guess."

Liao Chen shrugged: "I can’t guess."

Gu Jiao crossed her arms: "Then take your time guessing, I won’t tell you." frёeωebɳovel.com

Liao Chen clicked his tongue and smiled faintly: "Girl, you’re not playing fair."

Clack!

Long Yi’s jade thumb ring fell to the ground.

No one knew what craftsmanship was used to make this jade thumb ring, but it didn’t break easily.

Long Yi bent down to pick up the jade thumb ring.

Liao Chen’s face changed abruptly when he saw the jade thumb ring. He quickly stepped forward, reaching for the jade thumb ring in Long Yi’s hand.

Long Yi was someone who had clear boundaries; only Princess Xinyang, Xiao Hen, and Gu Jiao could touch his exclusive belongings, and now reluctantly including little Jingkong.

Liao Chen certainly wasn’t within this range.

Long Yi slapped a palm toward Liao Chen.

Liao Chen was hit by the palm, flying away in a flash. His sleeve swept, removing Long Yi’s mask.

Afterward, Liao Chen saw a face he would recognize even if it turned to ash.

However, the first time he saw it was with a youthful appearance.

The youth held a long sword in his hand, looking like a free-spirited Jianghu young hero, but colder and more emotionless than a warrior.

"I’m taking your life today. If you have any last words, say them now. If achievable, I’ll carry them out." The youth’s voice was clear and cold, without a trace of emotion.

"It seems I have no choice... I have only one request, spare my son, he’s just turned eight, please don’t harm him."

"Alright, I promise you." The youth agreed.

"Dad—don’t—"

"Zhengzheng, keep walking, don’t look back."

"Dad... Dad... Dad—"

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