Chapter 127 (1/2)

The Emperor is Good at Acting

Without his direct instructions, they wouldn’t leave their posts at all, so these people weren’t his!

“Who!” Cuihuan, who was resting in the outer hall, apparently also heard the movement, woke up and yelled.

Nan Xun opened her eyes in confusion. After seeing Yan Han, she rubbed against his neck comfortably, “Brother Han, why haven’t you slept yet?”

“Yao Yao, there are assassins outside. Stay here!” Yan Han said with a deep voice. He quickly took the mask and put it on, then drew the sword and flew out.

Nan Xun was so excited that she instantly sobered up.

“Little eight, little eight! Did Yanmo Yu send someone to kill me?” Nan Xun quickly asked little eight.

Little eight replied, “Yes, the emperor is in your bed. There is no one except for Xianwang.”

“Motherfucker, that slag man. He just expressed his love a few days ago, and it only took him that long for him to assassinate me?”

Little eight hehe, “Wasn’t this what you expected?”

Nan Xun: “No, I can’t just lie here. I’m going out to help Brother Han kill the enemies.”

Little eight rubbed his goose bumps, “You can pull it down. You’re definitely not going to help him.”1

Nan Xun: “It’s to help him, but by letting his mask fall off his face, then perform another heartrending award-winning drama.”

Little eight: …

In the courtyard, Yan Han and Cuihuan fought with those people.

When Nan Xun saw the clothes worn by those people, she couldn’t help but be surprised. These people weren’t wearing night clothes or masks but wore the clothes of the imperial guards.

They were people of Xianwang’fu, did these people kill the imperial guards secretly, then put on their clothes to pretend to be imperial guards?

Either way, Xiangwang is so powerful to do such a thing secretly so well.

There were about ten people. They thought it would be very easy to kill a concubine in the cold palace, but they obviously didn’t expect this, that there were two hidden experts hidden in the cold palace.

Especially the man wearing the silver mask, his moves were fierce and in a blink of an eye, he has already killed two or three people.

“Brother Han, I’ll help you!” Nan Xun shouted and lifted her sword.

Yan Han’s expression changed and scolded: “Go back! Don’t make a mess!”

He was distracted and was slashed on his arm by a knife.

Nan Xun’s eyes were red, and she wanted to rush over, but when she recalled that she was indeed the worst martial art practitioner among the three, she didn’t retreat or step forward for a while.

But those “guards” saw the importance of Nan Xun to Yan Han. They divided several people to take care of Yan Han and Cuihuan, and the rest rushed towards Nan Xun.

Yan Han opened his eyes, a sword pierced one of their throats, pushed his foot on the other’s chest, then swept towards the direction of Nan Xun. He pulled Nan Xun behind him before the assassins.