Capítulo 1686: Chapter 1687: Even If I Can’t Win, I Must Try

“Su Changyi has come to My Imperial City,” Dongfang Tianyang continued. “I have already sent a hundred thousand troops to surround him. It won’t be long before his head is presented before me. I am indeed very happy.”

Upon hearing that her husband had arrived at Dongqing Imperial City, An Jing was initially delighted, but swiftly heard Dongfang Tianyang had already dispatched a hundred thousand troops to surround her husband, causing her face to instantly fall, extremely worried about her husband.

What good news is that!

At this moment, An Jing genuinely wanted to kill Dongfang Tianyang.

If her husband were to die, she would certainly follow him; she absolutely wouldn’t let her husband be alone on the road to hell. Her husband had been too lonely before, and since they had been together, she had already decided she wouldn’t let him be lonely ever again.

Without saying a word, An Jing’s eyes turned cold, her hand quickly drawing out scissors from her concealed bag, and she attacked Dongfang Tianyang.

Once, she and her husband, along with Dongfang Tianyang, were attacked in an assassination attempt. At that time, she had witnessed Dongfang Tianyang’s skills, though not as formidable as her husband’s, yet superior to hers.

Now, several years later, her Martial Arts skills had improved quite a bit. It was uncertain how much Dongfang Tianyang had progressed… This was also why she hadn’t directly captured Dongfang Tianyang to threaten the guards to let her leave here.

But now, regardless of whether she could overcome Dongfang Tianyang, she wanted to try.

For her husband, she wanted to capture Dongfang Tianyang and threaten him to withdraw the hundred thousand troops.

Upon seeing An Jing swiftly attacking with scissors, Dongfang Tianyang was both startled and immediately reacted, dodging An Jing’s scissor attack.

But this time, An Jing wasn’t the same as before. Even though he dodged, she still didn’t relent and continued to attack him.

“Jing Er, what are you doing?” Dongfang Tianyang asked urgently while evading.

An Jing didn’t answer, her eyes fierce, continuing to assault Dongfang Tianyang, displaying no mercy with each move.

Dongfang Tianyang had no choice but to engage in the fight.

Dongfang Tianyang’s Martial Arts were personally taught by his imperial brother Dongfang Tianchong, and over the years, Dongfang Tianyang had been instructed further. Combined with his somewhat innate understanding, his Martial Arts naturally improved.

As An Jing fought with Dongfang Tianyang, she increasingly realized their skills were about the same, neither could dominate the other.

However, Dongfang Tianyang was the master of the palace, where all were his people. Guards saw An Jing attacking Dongfang Tianyang and hurriedly came to assist. An Jing couldn’t withstand so many guards and quickly lost, and they forcibly took the scissors from An Jing’s hands.

Even without a weapon, An Jing didn’t give up, grabbing a teapot from the table and smashing it, seizing a sharp fragment, she charged at Dongfang Tianyang again, appearing completely reckless.

At this moment, Dongfang Tianyang realized his earlier words had provoked An Jing; she either wanted to kill him or capture him to threaten the release of Su Changyi.

When the guards managed to subdue An Jing, the fragment in her hand had already been knocked down by them, as they held An Jing’s arms, making struggles nearly impossible.

Dongfang Tianyang then approached An Jing, his eyes filled with complexity, and after a while, sighed and said: “Jing Er, you can’t capture Me, nor kill Me, so why bother.”

An Jing did not speak, just stared at Dongfang Tianyang with eyes full of hatred. She hated Dongfang Tianyang, really, really hated.