Chapter 1650 Someone Makes a Move

simply absurd.However, he was still wary of the explosives in her hands. Especially this time, she used them against the Imperial Guards and Mo Yunren's men, causing heavy losses. This incident would...At Beijiang Wangfu, An Xuetang had already prepared to leave. At this moment, after feeding the two children for the last time, a trace of reluctance appeared in her eyes as she stroked their heads back and forth.

Everyone in the house, including Ning'er, felt uncomfortable seeing her like this.

Clearly, the Empress wouldn't bear to part with her two young sons. In fact, she could have simply entrusted someone else with finding them.

Everyone watched her in silence. Kang'er, standing beside her, even had reddened eyes and twitched his mouth subconsciously, wanting to advise his own princess not to go. After all, the two young masters were so small; they really couldn't bear to be separated from their mother.

But thinking about how their princess had made up her mind to go find the King of Beijang, even their own valley master couldn't dissuade her, what use would it be for her to cry and plead now

Thinking this way, she could only turn her face away, forcing herself to accept the result.

It wasn't just Kang'er who was feeling down; Mo Junyi stood by the crib, his deep eyes fixed on An Xuetang. He bit his lip, but he couldn't bring himself to tell his mother not to go to Fifth Uncle.

At this time, An Xue Tang kissed the cheeks of both children and rubbed their foreheads with hers, whispering softly, "Be good and wait for mother at home. Mother will go now and bring your father back safely."

I don't know if the two children sensed something, but just as An Xue Tang wanted to step away, Ping Ping suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed her sleeve. She started crying without any warning. An An, with her round eyes, rolled them around a bit, but didn't do anything or cry.

Looking at the two children, An Xue Tang helplessly picked up Pingping but didn't comfort him. She simply handed him to Mo Junyi's arms: "Brother, I'll leave your younger brother to you to soothe. You three brothers stay home and wait patiently. Don't worry, mother won't be in any danger, and your fifth uncle won't either. Trust me, we will definitely come back."

Mo Junyi blushed and nodded solemnly, "Mother, don't worry, I will take good care of my two younger brothers."

An Xuetang gently rubbed his head, then looked at Ning'er and the other two women in the room, "You all stay in the palace. I entrust my three most important children to you. You must protect them well."

Ning'er and the other two bowed deeply, their expressions unusually serious and solemn. They spoke in unison, "Yes, Your Highness, please rest assured."

It was getting late, An Xuetang looked at the two children, her heart ached with reluctance, but she could only bear to turn around and leave with Feng Ming.

They should go to the Marquis of Anle's mansion first.

Today's arrangements have already been made by Yun Si and the others, so An Xue Tang doesn't need to worry too much.

After all, she was the princess of Beijang. Yun Si's preparations were not small. He prepared a luxurious carriage and mobilized a lot of Yun family soldiers as guards.

About fifty people surrounded the carriage, front and back, left and right, for fear that someone might harm their princess on the road.

An Xue Tang and Ning'er stepped out of the palace and slowly walked towards the carriage.

Feng Ming and Xun Luo, along with others, rode horses, protecting the carriages in front and behind.

Once they set off, those lurking in the shadows surged forward.

One of them stared fixedly at the carriage where An Xue Tang sat, and coldly questioned, "Are you sure that person is the Princess Consort of Beijiang"

"I assure you, I have seen the Princess's face. The person who just got into the carriage was indeed the Princess of Beijang."

At this moment, another person, with a grave expression, suddenly asked, "But the Northern Border Princess hasn't left her home for so many days. Suddenly going to the Duke of Anle's mansion to send off Miss Xiao Qin, could there be something amiss"

After this was said, everyone fell silent. They had been guarding the Beijang Palace for so many days and had never seen the Princess of Beijang leave the palace, let alone ride a carriage in such a flamboyant manner to the Anle Hou Mansion like they were doing now.

They always had a nagging feeling that things were not as simple as they seemed, but they couldn't quite figure out what was going on.

A crowd of people guessed for a while, but they couldn't figure out why the Princess of Beijang would suddenly leave the palace. Was she really just there to send off the county princess of the Anle Hou Mansion

Or is there another purpose behind this trip

No matter how much they tried to guess, they hesitated for a moment before following him.

No matter what the Northern Border Princess's purpose for this trip is, they have been guarding the palace for so many days just to capture her. Since they finally waited for her to leave the palace, they naturally wouldn't let this opportunity slip away.

"The carriage's An Xue Tang and Ning'er looked at each other, Ning'er's face darkened, "Your Highness, quite a few people followed us."

Ning'er practiced martial arts and had extraordinary hearing, so she could hear the people ambushing outside the palace gate. They were also quietly following her. Among them were many highly skilled martial artists from the Jianghu (martial arts world).

A slight curve appeared at An Xuetang's lips, "As expected."

When the carriage of the Northern Frontier Duke's Mansion passed through another deserted alley, a group of men in black suddenly rushed out.

The appearance of these people was within the expectations of the Phoenixes, so when they rushed out, no one showed any shock or panic.

Feng Ming's cold eyes, as dark as night, swept over the group. A sneer curled at the corner of his mouth. "Is this all you have Do you think so little of your old grandpa"

The leader of the black-clad men clenched his fists, his veins bulging, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although he was unhappy with Feng Ming's words, he didn't say anything. He knew this was just Feng Ming, the master of Xuntang Valley, or the number one expert in Lan Country.

He had long wanted to spar with Feng Ming, and now the opportunity had come. Seeing this, he tapped his toes, drew his sword from his waist, and charged straight toward Feng Ming.

He pointed his sword straight at Fengming's head, using all his strength to swing it down.

Phoenix's eyes narrowed slightly, she calmly drew her sword. As the man charged forward, she gracefully arched backwards, twisting her wrist in a swift motion, bringing the tip of her blade dangerously close to his head.

This person's face changed, he quickly took a few steps back, but unexpectedly, he was also skilled in light kung fu. After taking a few steps back, he suddenly jumped lightly behind Feng Ming and swung his sword, aiming for Feng Ming's head once again.

Feng Ming remained expressionless, his sword spinning in his hand before soaring upward. He landed on the horse's back with a tap of his toes, turning swiftly and thrusting his long sword forward. Everyone assumed his target was the man holding the sword, but suddenly, he veered off course mid-strike, aiming his blade straight for the heart of the black-cloaked leader.

The black-clothed man's eyes widened instantly. Before he could react, Feng Ming suddenly sneered, drew his sword back, and with a flick of his foot, kicked the man directly toward a nearby tree trunk.

The man in black came into close contact with the tree trunk, bouncing back and landing hard on the ground. Blood gushed from his mouth immediately, and after a few struggles, he breathed his last.

The other black-clad men were also engaged in a hand-to-hand combat with Xunluo and the others. Seeing their leader easily killed by Fengming, the group instantly became as helpless as kites with broken strings, utterly lost., she asked Yun Si to look for the footprints of those Westerners, but they were just like Ming Deng and Zhi'er. No matter how hard they searched, they couldn't find them.She had a vague hunch that th...