TBTAMN Chapter 125

The Boss Transmigrated Into A Matriarchy Novel (Quick Transmigration ARC 3) Chapter 125(40)

Qiao Yun curled the corners of her lips, pulled Nan Jun into a hug around the waist, and said in a feigned coquettish tone,

“But isn’t this power and beauty something every woman desires?”

“All I need is Yun’er…”

“With Sister Jun’s words, Yun’er can die without regrets.”

Qiao Yun offered his lips, caressing them gently to express his deep affection.

Qiao Yun’s rare initiative delighted Nan Jun. Just as Nan Jun was about to enjoy some tenderness with him, the guards’ shouts rang out from outside the door.

“Assassin! Catch the assassin…”

Qiao Yun pushed Nan Jun away, suddenly stood up, and, ignoring the pain in his body, went to draw his sword.

Nan Jun grabbed Qiao Yun’s wrist and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

What are you doing here?

Qiao Yun’s face was tense, as if he wanted to take revenge.

“I was just worried about not being able to find out who wanted to harm you! Today they have delivered themselves to my doorstep, and Yun’er will not let them escape.”

“Such a large mansion as the Eighth Princess’s residence, does it really require Wang Jun himself to personally capture a few assassins?”

Nan Jun was not worried at all. She knew An Feng and An Yu’s abilities. There were hundreds of guards in the mansion, all of whom were top-notch experts. There were also secret guards protecting her in the shadows. Unless there were thousands of troops, how could a few assassins possibly run wild in the Eighth Princess’s mansion?

“But Yun’er is furious and wants to personally arrest them and get to the bottom of things. The person behind this has tried to kill you time and time again. How can we let her live any longer?”

Qiao Yun frowned anxiously, wishing he could rush out right now and capture all the assassins.

“Keep alive.”

Nan Jun shouted to the outside world, but did not let go of Qiao Yun’s hand.

“It seems I didn’t try hard enough last night, Yun’er still has the energy to fight?”

A blush quickly spread across Qiao Yun’s face. He bit his lip, wanting to say something, but he was afraid that Nan Jun would do something to embarrass him again.

Just then, Qiao Yun, who was facing away from the window, was suddenly pulled into Nan Jun’s arms, turned around and pressed down on the couch next to him. An arrow that came flying through the wind pierced directly into Nan Jun’s left arm.

“Ah! Sister Jun, how are you?”

Qiao Yun got up, quickly took out medicine from his pocket to stop Nan Jun’s bleeding, and then ran to find his medicine box.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing, just a superficial injury.”

Nan Jun used her good hand to smooth the stray hairs that were falling beside Qiao Yun’s face, and comforted him with a smile.

“We don’t even know if the arrow is poisoned yet, how can Yun’er not worry?”

Qiao Yun’s eyes were red, but his hands did not stop moving.

“Sister Jun, Yun’er is about to have the arrow removed. Please bear with the pain.”

Qiao Yun pursed his lips, extremely serious. He would rather the arrow pierce him than have Nan Jun get hurt again.

She hadn’t fully recovered from her previous injury, and now she’d been shot again. How could anyone not be worried?

“Um.”

Despite the fine sweat beading on Nan Jun’s forehead, she remained silent.

It wasn’t that Nan Jun wasn’t afraid of pain; she just didn’t want him to worry!

Qiao Yun pulled out the arrow, stopped the bleeding, applied medicine, and carefully examined the wound. He was relieved to see that the wound had not turned black.

After bandaging Nan Jun’s wound, both of them were covered in sweat.

Qiao Yun avoided Nan Jun’s injured arm and threw himself into her arms.

“Yun’er doesn’t want it to happen again. Even if this arrow were stuck in Yun’er’s body, it probably wouldn’t hurt this much.”

Qiao Yun then hugged Nan Jun’s neck and burst into tears. His aggrieved appearance made Nan Jun both amused and exasperated.

“But it will hurt me even more if the arrow is stuck in Yun’er’s body!”

Nan Jun gently patted Qiao Yun’s back, coaxing him softly.

Even though she was the one who was injured, she still had to comfort her little husband in her arms, and it was unclear who was really hurt.

“Master, the assassin has been captured. Are you and Wang Jun alright?”

The sound of An Feng came from outside the door, and Qiao Yun immediately climbed out of Nan Jun’s arms.

“Come in!”

Nan Jun gently held Qiao Yun’s hand and said to the door.

Anfeng bowed and pushed open the door to go inside. Because Qiao Yun was also in the room, she didn’t dare to look up.

However, the stench of blood permeating the room could not be hidden from Anfeng’s nose. Anfeng hurriedly looked up at the two of them and saw the gauze wrapped around Nan Jun’s arm. Anfeng’s face turned pale.

“Master! You’re injured? I deserve to die! I let that assassin wound you!”

Anfeng knelt down in front of Nan Jun with a thud. When Nan Jun was injured last time, she secretly vowed that even if she died, she would never let her master be hurt in the slightest again.

But now, her master has been injured again. How can she bear this?

“Get up! It’s not your fault. It was that assassin who shot in secret. Nobody expected it.”

Nan Jun herself never expected that the assassin would use the candlelight to shoot an arrow at the person in the window, let alone the guards who were outside trying to catch the assassin.

“Wang Jun, the master’s injury…”

Anfeng was still worried and looked at Qiao Yun again to ask.

“It’s a superficial wound, and she has lost some blood. She’ll need to rest and recover in the coming days. Where is the assassin? Bring them to the courtyard; I want to interrogate them myself.”

Qiao Yun was truly enraged this time, and he was determined not to let the person behind it off easily.

So what if she’s the emperor’s daughter? Anyone who touches someone they shouldn’t must die!

“Yes.”

Anfeng left the room and soon brought the two masked women to the courtyard.

Qiao Yun helped Nan Jun to her feet, and the two of them went out of the house together.

“My lord,Wang Jun, there were three assassins in total. One is dead, and the other two have been captured alive.”

An Yu, accompanied by guards, forced the two assassins to kneel in the courtyard. Shuang’er, with red and swollen eyes, ran over from behind, hugged Qiao Yun, and checked him over. Only when he saw that he was alright did Shuang’er feel relieved.

Qiao Yun personally moved a chair for Nan Jun and placed it at the door, helping her to sit down. Only then did Shuang’er notice the injury on Nan Jun’s arm, and he couldn’t help but frown.

Qiao Yun walked down the steps and, illuminated by the torchlight, came to the two assassins whose chins were being held.

With a flick of her finger, Qiao Yun produced two silver needles in her hand. As she waved her sleeve, the two assassins immediately let out a piercing scream.

“Ah……”

“Knock out all their teeth.”

“Yes.”

Anfeng and Anyu stepped forward and punched the two assassins in the face several times. The two women spat out a mouthful of blood, which was mixed with their teeth.

Qiao Yun then signaled the guards behind him to release the two assassins. As soon as their arms were released, the two men immediately curled up on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

They didn’t know where Qiao Yun had inserted the silver needles, but they felt pain and numbness all over their bodies, as if they were dying.

“Tell me who’s behind this, and I’ll give you a quick death.”

Qiao Yun squatted down and stared at the two of them, speaking coldly.

He never intended to spare their lives; since Nan Jun was injured, they had to die.

As the apprentice of the Medical Sage, Qiao Yun is highly skilled at saving lives, but also has a wide range of methods for torturing people. It all depends on whether these two people are sensible enough to tell the truth about the person behind the scenes.