The Yandere Male Lead Chases Me

Chapter 1289: The Emperor Is Pregnant 3

Su Yan stopped in her tracks.

If she wanted to go to the Imperial City, she had to take this passage.

She stood there honestly and obediently.

Planning to wait until the fight was over before continuing on.

She hadn’t been standing long when she heard the neighing of a horse from up ahead.

Then, a carriage came hurtling at high speed in Su Yan’s direction.

The carriage was being driven by a guard.

He was already gravely injured.

Driving the carriage and running for his life.

A broken sword was stabbed into the horse’s rump, blood running down from the wound.

The horse was crashing about wildly.

The golden bell on the carriage shook.

Letting out a rapid "ring ring ring."

The carriage was moving too fast.

The rushing wind lifted the curtains on the carriage.

Revealing the person sitting upright inside.

Brocade robes and splendid clothes, the patterns on his sleeves radiated nobility in every detail.

That person sat steady in the carriage.

Eyelids lowered, as if completely unaware of the fighting outside.

The string of green jade beads in his hand was particularly eye-catching.

His cool thin lips were faintly curved, carrying a lazy aristocratic air.

By this time, the Black-clothed Men behind had already caught up.

An arrow bolt shot out, directly piercing the guard driving the carriage.

The guard tumbled to the ground.

At the same time, the ropes connecting the carriage and the horse were also sliced apart by several whooshing sword strikes.

The carriage instantly tilted, scraping against the ground with a harsh screeching sound.

Until—thud!

The carriage slammed into a tree.

And came to a complete stop.

By coincidence, it stopped just three steps away from Su Yan.

Su Yan had only looked a few times when she heard Xiao Hua’s voice.

"Ding-dong, system alert, male lead detected, please攻略 the Regent Prince Situ Xiu."

As Xiao Hua’s voice fell.

Su Yan, who’d been about to dodge to the side, halted mid-step.

She looked over.

And saw that the lead Black-clothed Man had already reached the carriage.

His gaze was icy cold.

He only paused for a brief second, then thrust his sword toward the carriage.

Only, in the end, that blade merely pierced through the curtain.

The black curtain was flipped aside.

The blade was caught in a slender hand.

The next second, there was a crisp sound.

Crack.

The sword blade was snapped in two with ease.

Sitting in the carriage, Situ Xiu lifted his eyelids.

And what entered his sight was exactly this scene.

A woman, looking thin and frail, with a slightly sallow face.

She looked like she hadn’t eaten properly for several days.

But those eyes of hers were clear and clean, blinking like the stars.

At first glance, she seemed untouched by the dust of the mortal world.

Only, this behavior, these movements—

Were completely at odds with a delicate-looking girl.

The Assassin’s sword blade had just snapped in this woman’s hand.

Situ Xiu’s brows lifted slightly.

The Assassin was stunned as well.

Gripping the broken blade, he continued his ferocious attack.

Su Yan lifted her foot.

And sent the Assassin flying more than ten meters with a single kick.

She lowered her head and glanced at her own foot.

Then raised her head again.

"My strength seems a lot higher."

She muttered under her breath.

Xiao Hua couldn’t help speaking up.

"Host, your Physical Strength is already at ninety.

You can kill a cow with one punch, and even blow its brains out."

This was only because the Assassin had Inner Strength.

If it had been an ordinary person—

They’d probably have been kicked to death already.

She had actually held back a bit of her strength, she just hadn’t expected it to still be this fierce.

So increasing Physical Strength really does work.

The Assassin was knocked unconscious by her kick.

She turned her head to look at the person in the carriage.

"You okay?"

Her voice was pleasant, just a bit husky.

She asked in all seriousness.

Watching carefully.

Situ Xiu’s lips held a trace of a smile, with not the slightest hint of fear on his face.