She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 358 - 357: My Lord, Leave Quickly, I’ve Got This

Under the dire circumstances, all Yan Wanqing heard was the swift sound of wind, followed by a fierce push that sent her rolling on the ground, from which she quickly got up.

She turned back to see Piji, clad in black, fending off the broadswords of three attackers with just his own strength.

And his longsword, which he never parted with, was now beginning to show signs of fracturing.

"Master, go!" Piji yelled at Yan Wanqing.

How could she possibly leave!

Piji had grown up with her since they were children. At such a critical juncture of life and death, how could Yan Wanqing be so cowardly as to fear for her own life?!

Without a second word, she stepped forward to join Piji, engaging in a fierce fight with the three men, and quickly slew them beneath the wall!

"Where’s Hong Wu?" Yan Wanqing asked as she picked up a longsword from the ground amidst the pouring rain and weighed it in her hands.

Her own longsword was not with her, so she would have to make do with this for the time being.

Piji shook his head: "The people of the Radiant Church launched a surprise attack on the Stormy Building. Hong Wu and I split up; she was to lure them away, allowing me to escape and rush back to help."

"This time the enemy came prepared; it was my complacency that led to underestimating them," Yan Wanqing said as she reached out to wipe the rain from her face. The two retreated to the corridor. She gripped the longsword in her hand tightly as enemy Dead Soldiers and thugs kept pouring in from the direction of the main gate.

They wanted the gold mine, but even more so, they wanted her life...

And at this moment, Hong Wu was likely in grave danger too.

Huai Yu had repeatedly warned her that Huai Xinmei was a woman of deep scheming and ruthless actions.

But still, she had been too careless and complacent.

"Later, you take Xiaoliu and the others and retreat first; I’ll stay behind to block them," Yan Wanqing said nonchalantly.

Where would Piji agree to that: "They’re coming for the master! I’ll stay behind, and the master takes the young lady and the others to retreat!"

Yan Wanqing frowned; this was the first time Piji had defied her orders: "My martial arts are superior to yours---" She hadn’t even finished speaking.

Just then, Yan Lingzhen came running frantically from behind, with a sword-wielding thug chasing after her.

Her little face was pale with fright, and there was a fresh bloodstain on her shoulder, clearly inflicted while dodging just moments ago.

Yan Lingzhen was completely bewildered.

She was sleeping soundly when the door was knocked open, and immediately after, Sister Huai Yu was laid in front of her. While she was still being treated, the man in the mask suddenly made a move on her, and if it weren’t for Sister Huai Yu’s protective block, her own life would have been in jeopardy by now.

In desperation, Yan Lingzhen ran out to seek her sister’s help.

Yan Wanqing exclaimed, "Xiaoliu!" She raised her hand and threw her longsword towards Yan Lingzhen, which barely missed Xiaoliu’s hair and struck the abdomen of the man behind her, who incredulously looked at the sword in his stomach before crashing to the ground.

Yan Lingzhen threw herself into her sister’s arms, frantic: "Sister, Sister Huai Yu---"

"Master, go now, I’ve got this!" Piji emphasized once more.

With enemies ahead and dangers behind.

One must not hesitate at this moment; otherwise, everyone would pay the price with their lives.

Yan Wanqing looked deeply into Piji’s eyes: "Piji, stay alive."

Piji’s eyes wavered, and he nodded heavily: "I will obey!"

"Let’s go!" Yan Wanqing grasped Yan Lingzhen around the waist and sped through the corridor, heading for the room where Huai Yu was.

Meanwhile, inside the room.

Huai Xinmei was holding a longsword in her hands, incredulously looking at the scene before her.

The Angel Envoy’s mask had been split in two and had fallen to the ground, revealing a face that bore an extreme resemblance to Huai Yu.

"You..." She furrowed her brows and stood frozen in place.

She could hardly believe her own eyes.

"Move aside!" Suddenly, she was pushed by Wu Zhen to one side, crashing heavily against the doorframe, the pain making Huai Xinmei inhale sharply.

Wu Zhen stood inside the room, her gaze shifting continuously between the Angel Envoy and Huai Yu’s faces. After a long while, she stretched out trembling hands towards the Angel Envoy: "My son..."

Tears streamed down her face: "Huai Heng, after more than twenty years, you have finally appeared before your mother. For over twenty years, I haven’t been able to eat or sleep, haunted by visions of you being snatched away by villains... Heaven has eyes, you’ve come back..."

She took two steps towards the Angel Envoy, only to see him frowning and stepping back.

"Stop right there!" the Angel Envoy said sharply.

Wu Zhen, as if slapped by an invisible hand, looked incredulously at the Angel Envoy: "I am your birth mother, oh, my son, do you not recognize me?"

"You say you are and you are?" the Angel Envoy scoffed coldly: "I have seen all too clearly the faces you people just showed outside, who knows if this is yet another one of your tricks."

The Angel Envoy’s indifference and distrust shook Wu Zhen’s originally firm backbone to its core.

Hot tears in her eyes could no longer be held back as they streamed down her cheeks.

She pointed to Huai Yu, who was clutching her chest with blood at the corners of her lips, and said, "She is your sister. You two are twins and there is a striking resemblance between you. Seeing all this, how can you still not believe that I am your birth mother?"

"So what if you are?" The Angel Envoy, wary of the woman in front of him who was trying too hard to show herself as a lady, had just wrestled with Huai Yu and had taken a blow to the chest. He was also suffering from considerable internal injuries.

Huai Yu fared no better, probably with most of her meridians now severed, yet she stood firmly on the spot like a resilient pine, silent.

"To treat your own daughter so ruthlessly, even if you are my birth mother, I would not acknowledge you. Such a venomous woman parading this facade of mother-son affection, who is it for, if not repulsive?"

The word ’repulsive’ spat out from the Angel Envoy’s mouth.

Wu Zhen’s entire body shook twice.

She had never anticipated that reuniting with her long-lost son would look like this.

"I am the Marchioness of the Marquis Residence, you were carried by me in my womb for ten months, how can you utter such cruel words..." Wu Zhen, her eyes filled with tears, covered her aching chest and looked grievously at the Angel Envoy.

Standing by, Huai Yu watched the scene unfold, her lips curling into a scornful smile.

This was the brother Wu Zhen had obsessed over foolishly.

"Heh..." Ridiculous.

Her laughter was low, but in the silent room, it seemed particularly jarring.

Seeing her laughter, Wu Zhen’s face contorted fiercely: "What are you laughing at?! The brother doesn’t recognize me, and that makes you happy?! You lowlife, why wasn’t it you who got taken away by the bandits?!"

That same line again.

Why wasn’t it you who was taken away!

Why do you even exist in this world?

In the past, such words would have pierced Huai Yu’s heart.

But now, she merely looked indifferently at Huai Xinmei behind Wu Zhen and said, "The truth is as such, I willingly give up everything related to the Marquis Residence and sever all mother-daughter ties with the Marchioness. From now on, all matters of the Marquis Residence shall be unrelated to me."

Huai Xinmei, hearing these words, had her gaze flickering constantly, subconsciously gripping her long sword tighter.

"Wu Zhen, you dare deceive everyone!"

"The hereditary position of the Marquis should have been Huai Xin’s, and the one to be married off should have been Huai Xin. If not for you, none of this would have happened, Huai Xin would not have died!"

Huai Xinmei stared at Wu Zhen, her eyes full of murderous intent.

All because of this despicable old woman!