Another attendant held the Princess Consort.
Ye Jinming lifted the medicinal soup, intending to force it down her throat.
"Help... help me..." She struggled and cried out. Just as the soup was about to be administered, Ye Jinming felt a sudden numbness and weakness in his wrist.
With a loud crash, the soup fell to the ground.
Among the fragments, there was a copper coin.
A figure leaped in through the window, brandishing two talismans and chanting, "Bind!"
With a cry, the attendant’s body stiffened, unable to move.
Ye Jinming saw the intruder clearly and was filled with astonishment.
Just as he was about to call for help, Nanli swiftly approached and placed a silence and immobilization talisman on him.
The guards were at a certain distance from the room and had their backs turned, completely unaware of the unusual situation inside.
Ye Jinming could only move his eyes frantically, unable to move any other part of his body.
Were all the guards in the mansion dead?
How did Nanli manage to infiltrate without being detected by any of them?
He finally understood why the veiled woman feared Nanli so much.
The Min Consort was also surprised, holding her daughter and slowly standing up, finally able to catch her breath.
"With me here, you can rest assured," Nanli said.
The Min Consort had secretly reminded her, and she remembered this favor.
After all, in life, there were often many unavoidable circumstances, and the Min Consort and her daughter were also pitiable.
However, when Nanli glanced at the little princess, she inwardly exclaimed that something was amiss.
The little princess’s face was turning purple and black, clearly already poisoned.
Ye Jinming, this beast, never intended to spare their lives.
Nanli immediately took out an antidote pill and fed it to the little princess, saying, "Let her hold it in her mouth to suppress the toxicity." The Min Consort, who had calmed down by now, also noticed something wrong with her daughter and nodded in a hurry.
But in this momentary gap, a wisp of black mist sneaked in through the door crack.
Nanli had already sensed it, but the black mist was faster, turning all the talismans of Ye Jinming and his two men into ashes!
The two attendants immediately attacked Nanli, while Ye Jinming took the opportunity to run out, shouting,
"Assassins! Assassins!"
The guards quickly reacted, drawing their swords and rushing towards the room.
Although Ye Jinming stumbled as he ran, the two attendants bought him some time, and he had already escaped behind the guards.
Nanli knocked down the two attendants with her fists and saw the guards rushing in.
She threw out dozens of talismans, all of them silence and immobilization talismans, causing these people, armed with knives and swords, to freeze in place.
She swiftly moved out, but countless vengeful spirits and black mist surged from all directions.
Nanli wanted to capture Ye Jinming and didn’t have time to waste on these vengeful spirits.
She invoked a heavenly thunder talisman, and immediately dark clouds churned in the sky, followed by several lightning strikes.
Most of the vengeful spirits were dispersed.
Ye Jinming was right in front of her!
Nanli reached out to grab him, but a whistling sound came from the side, causing her expression to change, and she had to retreat.
An arrow pierced into the ground.
If she hadn’t retracted her hand just now, it would have gone through her palm, causing blood to flow.
Without Ye Jinming’s escape, the vengeful spirits had already surrounded him, carrying him towards the outside of the mansion.
Nanli immediately understood that the woman wanted to protect Ye Jinming and intended to kill Ye Siheng!
Therefore, Ye Jinming must die today!
She didn’t hesitate and squeezed out another heavenly thunder talisman.
But the churning in the sky became even more intense, with not only thunderous sounds but also a vortex forming at the center.
This was divine retribution!
Cultivators only used heavenly thunder against evil beings, not against mortals.
Nanli braved the fierce wind, her face paling, and her fingers trembling slightly.
Even if there was divine retribution, she would still take Ye Jinming’s wretched life! The heavenly thunder was about to strike down!
Suddenly, a voice cried out, "Stop!" and a figure rushed forward, embracing her tightly.
The Heavenly Thunder Talisman slipped from their grasp and fell to the ground.
Seizing the opportunity, the vengeful spirit vanished along with the Ye Jinming.
The dark clouds and whirlpools in the sky dissipated.
Nanli stood there, stunned.
The newcomer exuded the fragrance of cedar, lingering around her nostrils.
After only a brief moment of standing, the person could no longer support themselves and leaned on her for support.
"My lord!" Thankfully, Nanli possessed great strength, capable of not only supporting but even carrying the person.
Ye Siheng composed himself, a hint of displeasure still evident on his face as he angrily questioned, "What were you doing just now?!"
Since her appearance, Nanli had read numerous books on Daoist arts and techniques.
Even he knew that powerful talismans like the Heavenly Thunder Talisman should not be used on ordinary people, as it would invite heavenly retribution.
With one strike of heavenly retribution, life and death would hang in the balance.
Nanli possessed profound knowledge of Daoist arts and should be aware of this.
"I wanted to kill Prince Min and break the curse for you," Nanli replied straightforwardly, without a hint of concern.
"Indeed, he should be killed to break the curse, but you cannot use the Heavenly Thunder Talisman. Even I witnessed the sudden change in the sky. Can’t you see it?"
Ye Siheng’s anger surged, his face growing darker.
Nanli’s mind wavered as she did indeed see the heavenly retribution, but she was more determined to kill Ye Jinming.
She pursed her lips and said, "Ye Jinming was taken away by the vengeful spirit. If I miss this opportunity, it will be difficult to find him again. Even if it means facing heavenly retribution, I am willing to bear it."
Ye Siheng stared coldly at her, "But I am not willing."
"Why? He is guilty and wants to escape. He must be the one who cursed you. Once he die, you will be able to stand up again." Nanli couldn’t understand.
"This heavenly retribution is not severe, and I can completely bear it."
Ye Siheng’s heart trembled slightly.
It was like drinking a bowl of warm red bean soup on a winter day, warming his entire body.
"Nanli, you can bear it, but I cannot."
Ye Siheng took a deep breath, his voice heavy, "You should think more about why you are willing to bear it. If it were someone else, would you still be willing?"
Nanli was once again stunned, gazing blankly at Ye Siheng.
Her eyes were clear, resembling that of an innocent child who knew nothing of the world.
Such eyes were the most lethal.
Ye Siheng’s ears turned slightly red, and he no longer wanted to rely on Nanli for supporting.
He turned and glared at Qing Feng, saying, "Why are you still standing there?" Qing Feng pushed the wheelchair, followed by a group of black-armored guards.
He hurriedly pushed the wheelchair over.
He didn’t want to disturb the two of them earlier.
Ye Siheng sat back in the wheelchair, and the pain in his legs returned.
His face turned pale, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he said, "Don’t worry, as long as he is in the Mu Country, we won’t have trouble finding him."
Nanli nodded, her brows furrowing slightly.
"The malevolent energy in your legs is resurfacing again." She took out a powerful suppression talisman, folding it into a triangle and placing it in his hand.
The malevolent energy was immediately suppressed gradually.
Ye Siheng no longer felt any pain, and the effect seemed even better than the previous talisman.
Qing Feng looked at his master’s improved expression and couldn’t help but ask, "Miss Chu, if you have such a good thing, why didn’t you draw it earlier?"
Nanli helplessly replied, "I just created this talisman in the past two days."