With those people thudding to the ground, Bai Junjun gracefully crouched down to find out who had the audacity to attempt to assassinate her.
But she could find no information related to their identities on them, as if they had intentionally removed anything that could prove who they were before setting off.
It seemed they were professional killers, then. probably not sent by Dongsheng Tavern to rescue Manager Qiao.
As Bai Junjun pondered the possibility of other masterminds behind the scenes, footsteps sounded from behind her.
She looked up to see an unexpected person appear behind her.
Dressed in maroon brocade, the maroon took on a sinister shade of black in the moonlight, mysterious and melancholic. On his chiseled face, a pair of eyes full of poetic and scholarly talent seemed to draw one in at a glance.
This was a handsome man with literary grace written all over his face, around his early twenties, tall and straight.
Bai Junjun stared at him, momentarily unable to react, while the man’s eyes sparkled as he walked over and embraced her in one swift motion.
Yuwen Jun had not expected to encounter Bai Junjun, the girl he had been dreaming of, as soon as he arrived in the Imperial Capital—and to think she came specially to save him!
"Junjun... you’re still alive!"
Yuwen Jun’s voice was filled with excitement and tremors.
Before he could express his emotions further, Yuwen Jun felt a chill on his neck.
Yuwen Jun was startled, and as he slightly turned his eyes, he saw that little girl who had been calling out "Brother Jun," now looking at him coldly. What mattered even more was that the hand accustomed to writing delicate calligraphy was holding a cold blade, mercilessly placed at his throat.
The young girl enunciated each word, "Who are you hugging?"
Yuwen Jun’s brow twitched, feeling an endless melancholy spreading in the depths of his heart, "Junjun, I..."
"If you don’t let go, I won’t mind separating your head from your body," Bai Junjun still frowned.
This person really was being rude, embracing her right from the start. Did he not care about her reputation?
Finally snapping back to reality from Bai Junjun’s coldness and disgust, Yuwen Jun reluctantly let go of her.
"I thought you were here to meet me."
Bai Junjun took a few steps back, looking at him with distaste. How clingy he was. Not to mention her abilities, she wondered how could he expect a girl to come out to meet him on a night with a curfew. He had some nerve to think of that.
Bai Junjun had wanted to mock him with a few words, but seeing the poetry and painting in his eyes, she couldn’t bother to say another word. After all, what if he presumptuously thought her actions came from love so deep it hurt!
Moreover, the Fox was waiting for her at home, so Bai Junjun didn’t want to waste time arguing with him and turned to leave.
"Junjun." Yuwen Jun called out to her again, "No matter what, thank you for saving me. Also, seeing you as the first person upon my return makes me very happy."
"..." Bai Junjun glanced at him with aversion.
It was truly unfortunate to see Yuwen Jun right after returning; she felt it was an ill omen.
And Bai Junjun didn’t believe in Yuwen Jun’s deep affection. How could someone capable of orchestrating such a grand scheme be so lovestruck?
He was definitely feigning it.
But... what use was there in pretending in front of her? Now that the Bai Yang Clan had already fallen, marrying her would be pointless.
Bai Junjun didn’t want to get entangled with him anymore and decisively made her way home.
If she had known those assassins were after him, she wouldn’t have intervened.
Accidentally helping Yuwen Jun, Bai Junjun felt regret filling her to the brim.
Speaking of which, Yuwen Jun really was unlucky, encountering assassins as soon as he got to the Imperial Capital.
Yuwen Jun watched her slender figure vanish into the alleyway, adoration, joy from the reunion, and a hint of surprise in his eyes.