The sky is about to dawn and the morning light is breaking.
A few drops of rain fell at night, the moss became thick and thin, and the soil was moist and the moss was green.
The guards at the city gate had not slept all night, yawned constantly, and smelled strongly of alcohol.
Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves was heard from afar, approaching. Gradually, the sound of horse hooves broke through the morning light.
The guard grumbled, "Who is this, so early in the morning?"
From a distance, I could see the leading man, who was wearing a dark round-necked robe, with a tall figure and a stern expression. Behind him followed dozens of people, all of whom had swords on their waists and looked very imposing.
The horses galloped, raising dust.
In the blink of an eye, the dark figure quickly flashed in front of the guard, and the dust splashed by the horse's hooves flew into his face.
The guard coughed repeatedly, still drunk, and cursed: "What a bastard, how dare you mess with your great grandfather..."
A fierce horsewhip flew through the air and fell towards him.
The guard screamed, his knees weakened, and he fell to the ground.
Completely sober from the hangover, he covered half of his face and wailed. The morning light slipped through his fingers, and Shen Yan sat high on the horse's back, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his jaw was taut.
Those dark pupils were like those of the devil from the underworld, staring at the ants on the ground without blinking.
The guard was so frightened that he fell silent, and half of his soul and spirit were gone. He fell to the ground at Shen Yan's feet and kowtowed repeatedly.
"Your Highness, I am blind and have offended you. Please forgive me, please..."
The neighing of horses breaks through the air, and the whinnying breaks through the morning light.
Shen Yan had a blank expression on his face and rode away at a gallop.
Yue Xu followed closely behind and with just a glance, someone immediately bowed and went to deal with the guard.
It was also his bad luck that he ran into Shen Yan today.
The dark figure in front of him rode his horse quickly. Last night, Shen Yan suddenly fell ill and happened to encounter a group of blind assassins. If it were in the past, Shen Yan would still be able to show mercy and kill him directly.
But last night—
Having followed Shen Yan for many years, Yue Xu still felt a lingering fear when he thought of the death of the assassins last night. The night was shrouded in darkness, and the flesh of the assassins was cut off inch by inch. The strong smell of blood attracted the wolves on the mountain, and he fed them with his body.
Shen Yan just stood on the top of the mountain, listening to their screams and curses, and then the sound gradually faded away.
The bright red blood dyed the hillside red.
The mansion was within reach. Shen Yan got off his horse. The anger in his body had not yet subsided, and there was still a little blood on his brocade robe.
When the servants saw this, they knelt down on the ground trembling with fear. No one dared to make a sound, for fear that if they were not careful, they would also become Shen Yan's soul.
The whole garden was silent. Shen Yan walked very fast. The strong wind gently blew open his robe, and the sunlight fell silently behind him.
Suddenly, the colorful ribbons fluttering in the garden came into view. Behind the swaying bamboo shadows, under the half-raised window frame, Song Lingzhi was wearing a green bun.
She stroked her eyebrows with one hand. Perhaps she was very sleepy. Song Lingzhi closed her beautiful eyes, and there was an indelible weariness and tiredness between her brows.
Shen Yan frowned.
Qiuyan knelt at Shen Yan's feet, trembling, and said bravely: "Your Highness, the girl has been waiting for you all night."
Shen Yan lowered his head, his brows furrowed.
Qiuyan's voice trembled: "Last night was for the Qiqiao ceremony."
Indeed, Shen Yan forgot.