Wang Mao let out a cold laugh, leapt up, sheathed his short dagger, and drew a soft sword from his waist. The green blade was as nimble as a white snake flicking its tongue, flashing with a cold gleam, hissing through the wind, directly targeting the forehead of the blurry figure outside the lattice window.
The person outside the lattice window moved like a swimming dragon, walking effortlessly, as light as a swallow, flying several meters away. The tip of his foot lightly tapped on the ornamental plant in Tangli Garden, and he stood effortlessly suspended on that insignificant leaf.
The mission was incomplete, and returning would inevitably result in a scolding. Wang Mao tapped his sword and attacked the opponent like a bolt of lightning, filling the courtyard with murderous intent.
A streak of silver light brushed past the courtyard~
The sword was securely pinched between the opponent’s index and middle finger. Three moves would determine the win or loss!
As a Hidden Guard working for the Prince Mansion, Wang Mao rarely faced off against martial arts masters directly. He was aware that there was always someone better, but this difference was too vast...
He channeled his inner strength into his right hand, trying to pull the Green Blade Soft Sword, using more and more strength, but the opponent still held the sword easily with two fingers, to no avail!
An invisible pressure seemed to spread across his body.
The sword was tightly held down, and if the opponent struck now, he would surely be severely injured. Just as Wang Mao prepared to abandon the sword to save his life, the pressure on the sword lightened and it was released. Gripping the Green Blade Sword tightly, he didn’t dare to make another reckless move, spinning a few times, suddenly retreating several meters away.
"No matter who you are, go back and tell your master, if they dare to send people to step into the Minister’s Mansion again, this old man will show no mercy. If the time comes, I will visit your residence, and what happens then, even I do not know."
The man’s voice carried both kindness and killing intent.
This gave Wang Mao the opportunity to observe his appearance.
Unlike the imagined martial arts master, the person before him was a chubby middle-aged man with a round belly, squinting eyes when he smiled, a common mustache, and a kind face.
Despite standing two meters high on a leaf, he was just an ordinary uncle.
The type that wouldn’t stand out in a crowd~
After fighting his way through the Hidden Guards in Prince An’s Mansion, distinguished with remarkable skills, Wang Mao never imagined he’d meet a true expert, with three moves deciding victory or defeat. If the chubby uncle had murderous intent, the one lying dead in the garden would have been him.
A soft, childish voice chimed in: "Wow, Huanhuan, I didn’t expect Housekeeper Tan to be that powerful."
Another proud little girl’s voice followed right after: "Of course, I told you, everyone in my family knows kung fu, and they’re really strong."
"Yep, yep, everyone in Huanhuan’s family is really amazing." No doubt, this was Changzhou, the little loyal dog.
The four little ones, at some point, had quietly hidden on the glazed tile roof, kneeling and lying down in a row, extending their little heads to secretly peek at the events below.
Ye Zhi saw the two in a deadlock with no movement and continued using what she thought was a ’small voice’ to say: "Xiao Chen is still the best, noticing someone in the tree before leaving. Otherwise, Brother Zhao would have been dead again today."
The little traitor, being praised, grinned and showed two small tiger teeth, with a bashful look on his delicate face: "It was the sound positioning the State Preceptor taught during spring. I just happened to use it because when I passed that tree, the shadow was heavier. I looked up and knew someone was there; fearing to alert them, I quietly left first and then told the others."
Afterwards, he secretly told the three little partners about it.
Huanhuan volunteered to send a message via a white dove to Housekeeper Tan. Living not far away, it wasn’t long before he arrived flying.