Marquis Wencheng was furious, his breath slightly disordered.

In Abi's hands, the long sword never rested, continuously aiming at Marquis Wencheng's defensive flaws.

"Puchi—" The sound of the sword piercing the body echoed, Marquis Wencheng exhausted his strength, knelt down, and vomited a large amount of blood.

"How could this be, you should clearly..."

"Should have been drinking poisoned soup medicine for a long time, with no inner strength?"

Originally, Jiang Chengyue, who should have been lying dead on the ground, lit the fire starter in his hand, lighting the candles in the center of the hall.

"Marquis Wencheng, you are too arrogant, that's one; dreaming of stepping on the bones of the Jiang family to lead the martial world, that's two; thirdly..." Jiang Chengyue walked up to Marquis Wencheng, squatted down to look at him, "You deserve to die."

Jiang Chengyue didn't give Marquis Wencheng a chance to catch his breath, the short sword directly pierced his chest.

Abi seemed afraid he wasn't dead enough, she stepped forward and added a few more stabs, turning Marquis Wencheng into a hornet's nest.

Watching the changes before my eyes, I was dumbfounded.

The city lord's wife, who was previously kneeling on the ground crying incessantly, now stood dignifiedly on the side, gently wiping the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.

And the previously pale-faced Lord Jiang stood there with a silly smile, watching the city lord's wife tidy up her appearance, even kindly and attentively helping his own wife adjust her hair.

Jiang Chengyue waved his hand, instructing the guards who appeared from nowhere to clean up the bodies of the Xunfeng subordinates in the hall.

After arranging the servants to clean up the mess on the ground, the guests who had witnessed the whole process were moved to the back hall.

The servant who had stopped me outside the door with a sorrowful expression ran off particularly cheerfully.

What's going on?

My mind was a mess.

Jiang Chengyue touched his nose, walked to my side with a sympathetic look, patted my shoulder, looking like he couldn't help.

Meanwhile, Jiang Abi, with a cold and beautiful face, wiped the bloodstains off the sword with the red hem of her dress, not even sparing me a glance.

"Abi? Abi?" I boldly approached.

Jiang Chengyue pushed Lord Jiang and the city lord's wife out of the door, even kindly closing the door for us, leaving only me and Abi in the vast hall.

"Abi, did you... did you already know?"

I couldn't hold back anymore and asked my doubts.