Xiao Yu hasn't lived all these years in vain; he has trained a group of high-ranking assassins from the Silver Moon Pavilion. Su Yingxue and Chu Yihan cannot easily escape, especially Chu Yihan, who hasn't wielded a weapon for years now relies entirely on Su Yingxue for protection.
"Xiao Yu, calm down!"
Su Yingxue's long whip danced, knocking down several people, and amidst the chaos, she shouted at Xiao Yu.
Xiao Yu placed his hands on the wheelchair, the veins on the backs of his hands bulging, and even the distinct joints radiated an air of wrath.
"My children must not meet with any more accidents." The crimson in Xiao Yu's eyes was filled with pure hatred.
When Su Yingxue was overwhelmed, someone broke into the Qilin Garden, and a large number of Imperial Guards burst in, surrounding the Xiao family.
