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Shen Yuling led Xi Tong along a narrow path, arriving at the edge of a cliff beyond the cherry blossom forest.
In fact, long before this, Shen Yuling had already sent people from the Shen family to carefully scout this place.
The cliff was shrouded in mist year-round, making it appear bottomless and evoking an instinctive fear.
However, in reality, the drop was not sheer but rather sloped at an angle. Even if one were to fall accidentally, it wouldn’t necessarily be fatal.
Before leaving home today, Shen Yuling had deliberately reinforced the joints of her clothing with protective measures. Fortunately, her naturally slender figure kept it from being noticeable to others.
As for Feng Moheng—so long as he didn’t die from the fall, that was good enough.
At this moment, Shen Yuling stood at the edge of the cliff, casually surveying her surroundings. Occasionally, when she spotted a few blossoms in full bloom, she would reach out and gently pluck them, twirling them idly between her fingers.
Meanwhile, on the other side—
A group of assassins in plain clothes was relentlessly pursuing Feng Moheng and Liu Jingyi.
All other escape routes had been completely blocked by the assassins.
With no other choice, Feng Moheng and Liu Jingyi could only flee in an unknown direction—only to find themselves at the edge of a cliff!
Seeing the assassins closing in, Feng Moheng’s gaze darkened even further.
His personal guards had all been silently and unknowingly drugged unconscious by this group of assassins, leaving Feng Moheng completely isolated and without reinforcements.
Gripping Liu Jingyi’s hand tightly, he sprinted forward in a desperate attempt to escape.
Liu Jingyi’s heart was in utter chaos, her mind a blur of panic.
Wasn’t there a scene like this in the novel?
Why don’t I have any memory of it?!
Meanwhile, at the cliff’s edge, Shen Yuling was leisurely admiring the scenery and plucking flowers. But the moment she caught sight of the masked assassins chasing their prey, her face instantly flashed with shock.
But the situation was too urgent for Shen Yuling to dwell on her shock.
In no time, Feng Moheng, Liu Jingyi, and Shen Yuling found themselves standing together.
Yet at this moment, they were already cornered, with assassins blocking every possible escape route, pressing them against the edge of the cliff.
Summoning all her courage, Shen Yuling stepped forward.
She raised her voice and shouted, “Who are you? Do you even know who I am?! My father is Shen Yuan, the Grand Protector of the Capital! If you dare take another step forward, my Shen family will never let you go!”
Feng Moheng looked at Shen Yuling, who, despite the fear in her heart, still stood bravely in front of him.
His expression grew complicated, a mix of scrutiny and confusion.
The leading assassin spoke coldly, “Our target today is only Feng Moheng. You two ladies, step aside.”
Feng Moheng glared at them, his voice sharp. “Who sent you?”
“No one sent us. But who told you to be the Eldest Princess’s only son?” The assassin made no attempt to conceal their intent.
At the mention of the “Eldest Princess,” Feng Moheng’s gaze turned icy.
So, it was his mother’s enemies again.
Over the years, his mother’s enemies had come one after another, an endless stream.
But he hadn’t expected today’s group to be this formidable—capable enough to take down all his guards.
The assassins wasted no more words and advanced toward them.
Feng Moheng, Shen Yuling, and Liu Jingyi could only retreat step by step, but behind them lay the bottomless cliff—there was nowhere left to go.
The assassins suddenly raised their blades and charged straight at them.
Liu Jingyi trembled in fear, her entire body shaking.
She had come from a peaceful society—where had she ever witnessed such a real, life-or-death battle?
Back when she saved Feng Moheng, the assassin was just a lone woman, and she had known the plot, which gave her the courage to face it.
But now, confronted with these masked, ruthless killers, she felt as if the blood in her veins had frozen. Her body trembled uncontrollably.
She couldn’t retreat any further—one more step back, and she would fall off the cliff.
She would be smashed to pieces!
The moment the assassins lunged forward, Liu Jingyi’s legs gave out, and she collapsed to the side.
Feng Moheng glanced at the bottomless abyss behind him, then turned to look at the assassins rushing toward them with fierce determination.
With no other way out, he made a split-second decision—jumping off the cliff might be his only chance at survival.
However, just as he was about to step off the edge, Shen Yuling suddenly turned around, positioning herself between him and the assassins. She faced him directly, her back fully exposed to the incoming attack.
Their eyes met.
Feng Moheng’s pupils dilated in shock.
“Why?!”
The assassin’s blade was just inches away from striking Shen Yuling.
Without time to think, Feng Moheng instinctively reached out, wrapping an arm around her waist. In the next instant, the two of them plunged off the cliff together.
The assassins burst into laughter as they watched Feng Moheng disappear into the abyss.
“Hahaha! The Prince of Lingyang is dead, his body shattered beyond recognition. That wretched woman, Princess Xihe, has finally lost her only son—our vengeance is complete.”
With that, they wasted no time and swiftly departed.
Before the situation could escalate, the assassins swiftly removed their face coverings, instantly reverting to the appearance of ordinary men out for a leisurely stroll. Blending seamlessly into the crowd, they quietly disappeared without a trace.
On the cliff’s edge, Liu Jingyi remained frozen in shock, unable to process what had just happened.
Her legs trembled, but she forced herself to crawl toward the precipice. Peering down into the seemingly endless abyss, she shook her head repeatedly, eyes filled with disbelief.
They were the male and female leads—how could they possibly die?!
But if they survived… would this rekindle their feelings for each other?!
No, no!!
A chill surged from the soles of Liu Jingyi’s feet straight to her heart.
What should she do now?
If Feng Moheng came back, how would she explain what happened today?
No, she had to stay calm.
She had only collapsed to the side because she was too terrified—nothing more.
A sharp glint flickered in Liu Jingyi’s eyes.
No—who said only Shen Yuling had jumped down with him? She could do it too!
Liu Jingyi grit her teeth.
Forcing her trembling legs to hold her up, she bolted down the narrow path leading to the bottom of the cliff.
As long as she pretended to have jumped as well, she would have an explanation when the people from the Residence of Prince Lingyang came searching…