Chapter 47 Nightfall (2/2)

When Lan Feng heard her family’s young miss’s instructions, she jumped into the middle of the fight in an instant. The sword brandished through the air with sparks flying. Everywhere it went laid a dead body. Zhang Lin and others were dazed looking at Lan Feng, or to say, looking at Lan Feng’s skill at killing. Then they were emitting worship!

“Too weak!” After finishing the last person, Lan Feng wiped off the blood on her sword and said with contempt. In fact, these people’s martial arts was too incompetent. They cannot be compared to them shadow guards. If it were not young miss’s instructions, she would be too lazy to make a move.

Zhang Lin and others were ashamed as they watched Lan You Nian slowly coming down from the pavilion tower. Lan Feng’s comment of too weak made this group of men distressed. After all, they were older than Lan Feng. More so, they were men, but their martial arts were not as good as a woman’s. There was indeed a bit of embarrassed panic.

“Good martial arts and skills are earned mainly due to hard work and practice. You are already very good!” Lan You Nian discerned these fifteen people’s self-inferiority. Since they were her own guards, Lan You Nian gave some words of consolation. She didn’t lie. These people were much better than the usual guards of official families.

“Zhang Lin, pick out an ugly head and cut it off. Give it to An yiniang. Remember to make it pretty!” Lan You Nian glanced over the bodies in the courtyard, then seemed to think of something. Her eyes flashed with a flash with interest and gave orders.

When Lan You Nian had already fallen asleep, the guards in the courtyard, half of them cleaned up the bodies, the other half were looking for the ugliest assassin. After searching for a long time, they finally found an assassin who couldn’t bear to be looked at. Zhang Lin cut down the assassin’s head with one swipe of his sword. Then remembering young miss said to make it pretty, it’s already like this, how can it be made pretty? Zhang Lin was very troubled.

“I know what to do,” Lan Wu came to Zhang Lin’s side and twittered on saying. Meanwhile, the mouths of the surrounding guards twitched, hey, you are a girl ok?

Because An yiniang ate congee for two days, the entire person was a little listless. There was no strength in doing things. Uncle Lan also cut off all the pastries she had here. Even if she wanted to eat something else to satisfy her craving, it was very hard. At first, she was not willing to eat this simple congee that was difficult to swallow, but in the end, she was really too hungry and could only force herself and drank the simple congee. But what could just drinking simple congee do?

In the middle of the night, An yiniang’s sleep was not very peaceful in the first place, for some reason, she felt that she had something right beside her. An yiniang stretched out her hand to feel and actually felt a cold object. This instantly woke An yiniang up. But when An yiniang saw what was in bed with her, a scream tore through her entire body and she hid in the innermost part of the bed.

Lying in the delicately, exquisite quilt was a headless male body. The body was already cold. The blood flowing down the neck dyed the whole bed red. However, that black clothing An yiniang was very familiar with. That was night uniform of the guards from her paternal family (maiden home).

When Qiu’er heard the Madame’s scream, she immediately rushed into the inner room. Seeing the corpse on the bed, she was also terrified, and her entire body trembled.

“Madame, this slave will go call for someone!” Qiu’er’s body shivered and was prepared to go support An yiniang.

“Don’t go. Go call the housekeeper over! Quickly! Don’t let others know about this, you hear?” Although An yiniang was afraid but still had some brains. If people knew that there was a male corpse sleeping in her bed, not only will her reputation be ruined, if investigated, she’s afraid she couldn’t take it.

As An yiniang stared at the corpse in the bed with horror, she realized that there was water on her face. Reaching out and touching the water drop on her face, studying it under the light of candlelight, An yiniang realized it was blood. Even more horrifying was that there was still constant drops of blood dripping down onto her face.

Looking up, An yiniang saw, at the head of her bed, there hung a head. A bloody head hung on An yiniang’s bed. That incomparably grotesque face directly faced An yiniang. That pair of wide eyes seemed to stare directly at An yiniang. All of this made An yiniang faint over.

{picture}-that’s what the sleepwear LYN has on, technically it’s called inside clothing because you wear it underneath the rest of your morning clothing but whatever, it’s my translation :)>