Chapter 10: Chapter 003: Picking Fights is Too Weak

"Imperial Noble Consort, you dare!" An Luo let out a cold cry, glaring at the Imperial Noble Consort. *As long as you dare to move against me, the Empress will surely ensure you never see tomorrow's sun!*

"What! Just because the Empress backs you, you dare to disregard the law! Or rather, are you using the Empress as a shield to make a move against this Princess!" As soon as the Imperial Noble Consort spoke these words, the people present could not help but look at An Luo with eyes of disdain, harboring much dissatisfaction toward her. The reason was simple: she was accusing their idol.

"Against you, I wouldn't dare. But against that Princess of unknown origin, this Princess naturally dares." An Luo sneered, completely unaware that she had already become an enemy to everyone present.

"Oh! I didn't realize the Princess would dare to make a move against me!" Murong Tong and Ye Mochen, who had now changed into a new set of clothes, walked out from the side. Their peerless beauty caused everyone present to gasp.

"A femme fatale!" Upon seeing Murong Tong's appearance, An Luo looked at her with hatred. How could she! How could she...

"A femme fatale? Foolish! I didn't realize the Princess had such an issue with this Princess. I know I am more beautiful than you, but there is no need to look at me as if you want to eat me; it's quite disgusting! Besides, everyone knows that Princess An Luo has already lost her chastity." Murong Tong frowned in disgust.

"You dare insult this Princess! Guards, kill her! Leave nothing of her in Xiliang!" An Luo's expression changed as she shouted coldly. Since you've given me an opening, how could I not exploit it!

A group of assassins descended from the sky, attacking Murong Tong with lethal strikes the moment they landed. Murong Tong sneered, looking at the attacking crowd as if she were looking at dead men; there was nothing on her face but a smile.

"Mochen, go protect Mother. I will be fine." Murong Tong gave a faint smile. Just as the assassins closed in and were about to touch her, several flashes of sword light erupted. Two men and two women appeared in the hall, attacking the assassins.

The sudden arrival of people and the sudden shift in the situation left everyone stunned, watching the four individuals deal with so many assassins. Murong Tong kept her hands behind her back; only the Imperial Noble Consort saw a flash of purple light flicker at Murong Tong's fingertips—it came quickly and vanished just as fast.

*This Princess of Mochen'er is likely not as simple as just being a member of the Murong family! I hope Mochen'er cherishes her and does nothing to betray her,* the Imperial Noble Consort thought privately as she watched her daughter-in-law, her face showing extreme satisfaction.

An Luo watched the scene spiral out of control, her heart filled with secret anxiety. *What should I do? I promised I would complete this task. I like him so much, yet he married someone else. It seems I have no choice but to take matters into my own hands.*

"Do you wish to strike? Since you all want to stain this wedding with blood, then this Princess shall fulfill your wish." Murong Tong looked at An Luo, her tone shifting. Before the crowd could even see clearly, they saw An Luo thrown toward the main entrance, clutching her chest and vomiting blood.

How could this be? It happened in an instant! The crowd was shocked and looked toward Murong Tong, only to see her standing still in place with a deep frown. It didn't seem like she was the one who had acted. Now, everyone was bewildered. Even Ye Mochen was astonished. Who had made the move?

"Attacking the wedding of my Master's disciple? You must be tired of living!" That obnoxious voice rang out. Suddenly, everyone felt their breathing become extremely labored, as if someone were choking them.

"Senior Brother, you strike without mercy, not even leaving a couple for me to play with. Master said that you handle the men and I handle the women." Originally, when the crowd heard the female voice, they felt a glimmer of hope for rescue, but her subsequent words nearly made them faint from anger!

Hearing this, those present could not help but stifle laughs. The Imperial Noble Consort also shook her head; surely, this was their Martial Aunt! However, these two children were truly destined, actually being disciples of the same sect.

"Junior Sister! Isn't it because Senior Brother didn't want to dirty your hands! Besides, in the future, my Master's disciple will protect your disciple. As the one in the position of a senior, I must express my stance first!" As soon as the young man spoke, Murong Tong helplessly pressed a hand to her forehead and shook her head.

Ye Mochen was even more caught between laughter and tears. His Master's Senior Brother was indeed a massive eccentric. Qing Lan looked at her Senior Brother with a dark face, grinding her teeth and gripping her hands tightly, while Yun Ya seemed to be enjoying himself with his eyes closed.

"Oh my! This blood has stained my disciple's wedding. It seems, wow, it won't do unless it's soaked in blood. My dear disciple, I shall leave your performance to you. Junior Sister, let us two go down and sit for a bit!" Dong Chengfeng suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Qing Lan, blinked, and was the first to walk down.

Qing Lan raised an eyebrow. This wedding truly was full of tribulations! Look, more people are coming. Since Senior Brother said he was going to watch the show, if she didn't go down to watch, it would be like disrespecting others.

The two exchanged a glance and looked toward the main entrance together. They saw an attendant being thrown in from the outside, already dead, hitting the ground heavily. At that moment, the ground trembled, and the teacups on the tables began to wobble. Everyone looked outside with curiosity, and what they saw was staggering!

"Who was being so ill-mannered just now? It turns out to be the Empress! It seems the Empress looks down on my son and has come specifically to challenge my son regarding the Emperor's marriage decree!" The Imperial Noble Consort stood up, showing no fear of the approaching Empress. Instead, her aura was even more imposing than the Empress's!

"Is the Noble Consort accusing this Palace of being disrespectful?" The Empress was not an easy person to provoke either. She raised her head, her sharp gaze shooting toward the Imperial Noble Consort. The Imperial Noble Consort, much like her son, was loathsome. If it weren't for him, Ye Mochen would not be alive in this world.

"How would your servant dare! The Empress naturally does not need to be disrespectful to me. However, the Empress is being disrespectful to the Emperor! The Emperor has bestowed this marriage; do you truly wish for the Emperor to be branded as a man who breaks his word!" The Imperial Noble Consort's lips curled up as she watched the Empress's expression shift rapidly.

Murong Tong turned her head to look at the Imperial Noble Consort, then at the Empress. It turned out they were both formidable people. While the support behind the Empress was vast, compared to the Imperial Noble Consort, it seemed insufficient!

At this moment, the Imperial Noble Consort also turned back to give her a gentle smile before looking back at the Empress. Murong Tong reached out to lightly twirl her earlobe, but in reality, she had already seen through everyone present—those who were guests and those who were not.

"Qiu Qiu, escort all the irrelevant people out!" Murong Tong's body shifted slightly backward, still maintaining an air of readiness to kill. Just then, no one expected a flash of silver to appear from the hand of a palace maid behind the Imperial Noble Consort.

"Since the Princess has asked them to leave, then we shall not be polite!" Qiu Qiu's right hand touched the sword held in her left, preparing to kill, but she did not expect her well-intentioned act to be ruined by someone's ignorance.

"Ahhh! Snakes! So many snakes!" Someone screamed, and the scene spiraled completely out of control. The Empress was greatly alarmed, and the people around her immediately surrounded her, looking around warily.

With so many people in the hall, not a single person had noticed when these snakes had entered. Who was it? This was the confusion shared by Ye Mochen and the others! When they looked at Murong Tong and saw the corners of her mouth curling upward at the appearance of the snakes, they couldn't help but shudder.

"Whatever you do, do not look back, your noble Majesty the Empress!" A voice, so enchanting it could melt one's very bones, rang out, causing everyone present to change color. This voice, wasn't it the one from the martial world...

"Chi Lian! What wind blew you here?" Qiu Qiu felt a bit of a headache. Were all these people coming to join the fun? It was just a wedding!

"To blow me here! It is naturally not a bad thing! Oh ho ho ho! Besides, when my Master's Senior Brother gets married, how could we not attend!" The flirtatious laugh was light and ethereal, yet the snakes did not retreat; instead, they gathered in increasing numbers, making everyone break into a cold sweat. They hoped this bringer of plague would leave quickly!

Hiding inside, the Empress bit her teeth in resentment. She wanted to see exactly why she couldn't look back. When she turned around to look, she was terrified into silence; finally, without saying a word, her eyes rolled back and she collapsed, fainted from fright.

"Whoa! Where did that giant snake come from!"

"Idiot, that's the Chi Lian King Snake!"

"Then she, isn't she..."

The conversation trailed off as the crowd looked at each other in dismay. What was to be done? Now that this witch had arrived, who among us could possibly leave alive? Moreover, it seemed everyone who had ever met her had died!

***

Outside the Prince's Mansion

"Where are we going?" A ghostly female voice rang out from behind the men in black.

The people about to act all stopped in their tracks and looked back. A woman wearing a fiery red qipao stood there against the wind.

"Who are you?" The leader gripped his long sword tightly, staring at her. This woman was so seductive...

"The one who takes your lives!" As the red-clad woman spoke, a red skull flew toward the men in black.

The men in black did not dare to be careless and dodged to the side. They saw the woman's lips curl; with a movement of her hand, the skull flew toward them again, even faster than before.

The leader frowned; this sword technique was eerie! He immediately stepped forward to attack. To his surprise, the attack that originally looked very powerful suddenly became hollow and void.

"Overestimating your strength!" the red-clad woman said softly. She withdrew her hand, shifted her body backward, and looked at the remaining people with a smirk.

"You may all be buried here!" Just as the red-clad woman finished speaking, the people who were looking at her all picked up their swords and committed suicide!

The wind blew, and the scent of blood quietly spread. The red-clad woman glanced at the corpses, turned, and walked away. Her graceful figure, with a slender waist swaying slightly, formed a beautiful arc as she walked off.

***

In a small courtyard within the Prince's Mansion

The courtyard was filled with the fragrance of flowers and butterflies dancing in the air. A small figure darted into the courtyard, searching everywhere for something. After searching for a long time without seeing anyone, the figure pouted in anger, large eyes rolling around.

"Hmph! No one is here. I finally made it out once, and there isn't a single person. You're really not giving me any face." The little Prince flicked his long sleeves and sat on a stone chair, leaning over the table with a look of displeasure.

A gust of wind blew, sending flower petals falling from the trees; some drifted with the wind, while others landed on the ground. A few mischievous petals landed in her hair and on her clothes, creating a beautiful scene in the tranquil courtyard.

"Ugh! Still not coming back. I'm thirsty. Honestly, Brother won't even bring Sister-in-law to see me! I'm angry!" The little Prince sat up, took a cup, and filled it for himself. He squinted his eyes. *Hmm! I'll just wait here for Brother and the others to return.* He smiled and drank the tea.

"It seems someone intends to frame the Zhan Prince's Mansion." A man dressed in black frowned. This matter was not simple; it seemed certain people were losing their patience!