Having finally made the trip out, Shen Qingwan wandered around Suzhou City for a while.

As she approached the entrance of Xiangyun Tower, she suddenly sensed someone watching her.

With a swift turn, she entered the tavern, went up to the second floor, and chose a seat by the window.

Peering down, she confirmed her suspicion—there were indeed many skilled fighters lurking nearby.

Shen Qingwan remained calm, ordered a few specialty dishes, and poured herself a cup of wine.

Perhaps due to being a little distracted, she unknowingly drank three cups.

It wasn’t until her vision blurred that she realized something was wrong.

Damn it! She had forgotten that this body had never consumed alcohol before.

In her past life, she had a good tolerance, so it hadn’t crossed her mind that she would get drunk so easily. But after just three cups, her face flushed, and her head spun.

Shen Qingwan shook her head and pressed her temples in frustration.

There were people eyeing her downstairs, yet she had carelessly gotten herself drunk.

Who exactly were these people?

Since arriving in this strange world, she hadn’t provoked anyone—or at least, not that she could recall.

But thinking carefully, perhaps she had caused more trouble than she realized.

The most likely reason was the people she had killed a few days ago.

Could it be that their deaths had been discovered so quickly?

Shen Qingwan figured she had underestimated the intelligence of people in ancient times.

No matter who they were, as long as they were coming for her, she would make sure they never left.

The fact that Prince Liang’s men were bold enough to act in broad daylight was outrageous.

As Shen Qingwan was pondering when they would strike, she suddenly heard faint footsteps outside the door.

Despite her dizziness, her awareness remained sharp, so dealing with these assassins wouldn’t be too difficult.

As the footsteps grew closer, Shen Qingwan took the initiative.

She kicked open the private room door, revealing a group of masked men dressed in black, all highly skilled in martial arts.

They hesitated for a brief moment upon seeing her, but quickly regained their composure and attacked.

Shen Qingwan wielded her sword with precision.

The black-clad men assumed she was merely a bodyguard and attacked with full force.

With the fight breaking out upstairs, the guests downstairs quickly fled.

Shen Qingwan lured the assassins into the private room and pulled out a handful of poison-coated silver needles.

However, due to her intoxication, her aim was off. Out of all the flying needles, only two found their mark.

She frowned in dissatisfaction, but there was no time for another long-range attack. The remaining assassins surrounded her.

With so many people around, she didn’t dare to draw her gun.

Yet, she was too occupied to even use her wrist-mounted crossbow.

Fortunately, Shen Qingwan’s skills were formidable, preventing the assassins from overwhelming her immediately.

Meanwhile, in the next room, Beichen Yuan listened to the commotion with curiosity.

What was going on?

Weren’t these men here to assassinate him?

“Master, those men are fighting with someone in the next room,” Xuantian reported, looking confused.

Prince Liang had sent assassins for their master.

How could they have attacked the wrong target?

“Are you sure those men belong to Prince Liang?”

Beichen Yuan lifted his gaze, his silver mask exuding an air of authority.

“I am certain, Master. They were indeed sent by Prince Liang. But for some reason, they are fighting someone else. It could be a misunderstanding.”

Xuantian had unknowingly hit the truth. Of all things, picking up an assassin instead of gold or silver was truly unheard of.

“Go check it out. Help him if necessary.”

It wasn’t kindness that prompted his order.

If that person died, the assassins would still come after him.

It would be better to have Xuantian team up with them and eliminate the assassins first.

“Understood, Master,” Xuantian replied and left.

Beichen Yuan remained seated, leisurely sipping his tea.

Shen Qingwan was starting to struggle.

Just as she was about to pull out her gun in desperation, Xuantian suddenly appeared.

She blinked in confusion.

Was this really the legendary “hero stepping in to help the weak”?

Shen Qingwan, still dizzy, cursed herself for drinking.

But seeing Xuantian skillfully handling eight men without breaking a sweat, she shamelessly turned and slipped into the neighboring room to catch her breath.

Once inside, her eyes immediately locked onto a cup of water on the table.

Unsteadily rushing over, she grabbed the cup and drank greedily.

Just as she swallowed the last mouthful, she turned—only to meet the gaze of a masked man sitting there, watching her coldly.

“Pfth—!”

The sight of the mask instantly reminded Shen Qingwan of the man she had slapped and stripped.

Caught off guard, she choked on the water.

The tea sprayed all over Beichen Yuan’s face.

A vein visibly twitched on his forehead, his eyes burning with rage as if he wanted to destroy everything.

Shen Qingwan swore she had never done anything this foolish in her life—except for the last time.

Facing his murderous gaze, she instinctively took a half-step back. “Sorry, that wasn’t intentional.”

Her words only fueled his anger.

A cold wind seemed to sweep through the room as he grabbed her throat.

“You’re courting death,” Beichen Yuan said icily, his voice like frozen steel.

This woman dared to drink from his cup, then spit water all over him.

She was truly fearless.

Every time Shen Qingwan encountered this man, misfortune followed.

As his grip tightened, the alcohol-induced haze in her mind cleared significantly.

She quickly raised her leg, aiming a high kick at his temple.

Beichen Yuan hadn’t expected her to still have the strength to fight back.

He blocked her attack, but Shen Qingwan seized the opportunity to pull an electric baton from her space storage.

The moment the electric shock surged through his body, Beichen Yuan’s muscles seized.

Releasing his grip, he stumbled back as the current jolted through him.

Shen Qingwan wasted no time.

Seizing the moment, she turned to flee.

But Beichen Yuan wasn’t about to let her escape so easily.

“Trying to run?”

With a loud bang, the door slammed shut.

Shen Qingwan hadn’t expected his inner strength to be this powerful.

Was this what ancient martial arts were truly capable of?

She wasn’t the type to sit around waiting for death.

Since escape was impossible, she would have to fight.

Beichen Yuan hadn’t expected her to resist. His strikes became more ruthless.

After exchanging a dozen blows, he noticed something odd.

Her fighting style seemed familiar.

He had seen it before.

And she had no inner power.

Yet, despite that, she was holding her own against him.

That was highly unusual.

Then, his gaze landed on a small red birthmark behind her ear.

In an instant, everything clicked.

So it was her.

What a twist of fate.

“You owe me more than just a cup of tea,” Beichen Yuan said, his tone laced with menace.

“Pfth—!”

Caught off guard, Shen Qingwan took a heavy hit to the chest, coughing up blood.

Wiping the corner of her mouth, she locked eyes with him.

Had he recognized her?

A guilty feeling crept into her heart.

After all, what she did last time was a bit… excessive.

Maybe this hit could count as repayment.