Yan Feng was instantly stunned. “Your Highness, it’s dangerous to follow this subordinate.”
“That’s exactly why you need to hold me—quick!”
Chu Yunge leaped once, and Yan Feng instinctively caught her in his arms.
“Your Highness!”
“Don’t worry, they won’t kill me.”
Earlier, Chu Yunge had noticed that the black-clothed men had chances to kill her, but they hadn’t. They always aimed to capture her.
They had probably received orders like ‘capture alive’—they didn’t want to simply kill her but to humiliate and take revenge on her.
This actually gave her an opportunity.
“And there’s an archer who hasn’t made a move yet—very dangerous. But Pei Ji has acted, so it should be over soon.”
‘What I need to do is protect you right now.’ And your lifelong happiness.
Chu Yunge hugged Yan Feng tightly, shielding his vital spots.
Yan Feng heard Chu Yunge’s words and knew she wanted to protect him, but her actions still made his entire body stiffen.
At the same time, the arrow aimed at Yan Feng and the blade swung toward him both faltered.
The arrow missed by an inch, and the blade that was about to chop at Yan Feng hesitated, throwing off their rhythm.
“It really works!”
Chu Yunge was overjoyed.
But Yan Feng was badly frightened—that arrow had nearly…
He was the princess’s guard, yet last time the princess had protected him, and now she was doing it again, using her own flesh-and-blood body to shield him…
She was gambling too, scared too—her hands trembled, her body shook with fear.
Yet she still held him tightly, protecting him.
He was just a guard.
What virtue or ability did he have to deserve the princess risking her life for him?
Yan Feng couldn’t describe what he felt in that moment—his nose stung, an indescribable emotion surging in his heart.
The crisis surrounded them, and the princess bounced in his arms, patting his back, shouting loudly.
“I’ll block it, block block block!”
“I’m invincible body armor, invincible golden silk soft armor—no one can hurt me!”
“Come on, all come at me! If you dare hurt This Princess, your marquis will make you pay, hahaha!”
Her noisy chatter seemed hilarious, enough to make anyone laugh.
But he only felt warmth—not just wanting to laugh, but to cry too.
Yet he couldn’t cry.
Yan Feng raised his hand and gently held the person shielding him in his arms. Following his heart, he reverently kissed the top of the princess’s head.
He was very happy—that was enough.
He who receives the ruler’s salary must handle the ruler’s affairs. Even if he’d truly been hacked to death today, he would have had no regrets.
But to be so cherished and protected by the princess—death a hundred times over would leave no regrets.
“Your Highness, blades have no eyes. Get down first—I can protect myself.”
He wanted to put Chu Yunge down, but she instantly hugged him even tighter, wrapping around him like a vice.
“Don’t act tough, don’t nag.”
Yan Feng grew serious, his voice fierce. “Your Highness, don’t take risks. I’m not worth you risking yourself like this.”
This was the first time he had snapped at Chu Yunge.
Chu Yunge snapped back too. “No nonsense—you’re worth it. I’ve confirmed it: they really won’t hurt me. This is me saving myself too.”
She shook him twice to urge him on. “Stop nagging. Fight them already—what time is it, and you’re still yapping away.”
He protected her, so why couldn’t she protect him in return?
She had finally found a breakthrough with Yan Feng to turn the tide—she couldn’t lose him, her good employee! She had to protect him!
“Focus—treat me as your armor, your heartbeat. Get fired up, Yan Feng—charge!”
“If you keep nagging, Wen Xin and Wu Kui are going to curse you out.”
Wen Xin and Wu Kui, who had watched the whole thing: “…”
Thanks—they already had.
Most importantly, if the Little Marquis came back and saw this, he would lose it.
“Quick!” They had to finish everyone off before the Little Marquis returned!
They unleashed everything, but it still wasn’t in time.
Pei Ji had taken out one archer, but there was a second one.
By the time he finished and returned, it was a bit late—and what he saw hit him like a thunderbolt.
From afar, he thought he’d seen wrong—how could Chu Yunge be hanging on Yan Feng at a time like this?
But as he flew closer and looked carefully, his face twisted for an instant.
“Chu Yunge!”
Pei Ji gnashed his teeth. He’d gone to deal with the archer just so she could flirt sweetly with Yan Feng?
When had she jumped into Yan Feng’s arms, and why was she clinging to him so tightly?
At a time like this, doing something like that?
Was this the right occasion?
He was about to charge forward when the black-clothed men stupidly blocked his path.
Pei Ji: “You’re courting death!”
Ah! He was so pissed, so pissed!
The black-clothed men became Pei Ji’s outlet for his anger.
“Do you think our Chu State has no one left?” Pei Ji glanced at Chu Yunge, who still hadn’t come down, then at Wen Xin and Wu Kui.
“Make them know what it means to go in but never come out.”
“Yes!”
Wen Xin and Wu Kui trembled as they acknowledged the order—the Little Marquis was furious; they had to redeem themselves through merit.
The three went all out. Pei Ji’s fury made his combat prowess terrifying.
Kill, kill, kill—they wiped out the rest.
Chu Yunge clung to Yan Feng, awe in her eyes. Pei Ji was explosively handsome right now, his charm maxed out.
It even ignited her wuxia dreams.
The technique that let Pei Ji carefully preserve his Virgin Body was indeed no joke—handsome as hell.
She wanted a skill like that too!
Pei Ji finished killing and caught Chu Yunge’s gaze—a flash of smugness in his eyes. Then he saw she was still hanging on Yan Feng.
The smugness instantly turned to rage.
“Can’t you get off him now? What time is it, and you’re still clinging and hugging like glue?”
It was utterly outrageous. Pei Ji was heartbroken and deeply frustrated.
“What do you know? I’m protecting Yan Feng.”
Chu Yunge retorted. Sigh, her legs were still a bit weak.
“Your Highness, come down.” Yan Feng’s voice rang out too.
It had been too dangerous before, too shocking—he hadn’t felt it carefully then. Now that it was safe, he felt like he was about to explode.
Yan Feng’s face turned beet red in an instant, his hands shaking as he supported Chu Yunge.
After letting go of her, he quickly backed away, fumbling so much he nearly tripped.
His face flushed even deeper; he didn’t dare look at Chu Yunge, looking like he wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground.
Chu Yunge held back her laughter. How was he so easily embarrassed?