MY PRINCE HUSBAND HAS SEVEN WIVES AND I AM HIS FAVOURITE!
Chapter 37: Watch out!

Chapter 37: Watch out!

The leader’s sword sliced through the air, aiming directly at Zhao Yan.

He was holding the sword with so much strength that his hand veins bulged to the point where they almost looked like they would burst!

His gaze was also very hateful and if looks could kill, this gaze alone could have ended Zhao Yan already!

The sword came flying down at record speed.

Hua Jing’s heart lurched...

Zhao Yan instinctively shoved Hua Jing to the side, sending her tumbling into a mound of snow.

She landed unceremoniously, a burst of cold seeping into her robes as she glared up at Zhao Yan, who was now narrowly evading the deadly blade.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" she shouted angrily, her voice rising above the clashing of metal and the grunts of exertion.

She gazed at Zhao Yan hatefully. His hands were charred yet he was still trying to put on the brave act just to protect her!

Did she even tell him she wanted to be protected?

The leader snarled as his missed strike embedded the sword into the snow. He yanked it out forcefully, his face contorted with fury.

Without hesitation, he lunged at Zhao Yan again.

Zhao Yan ducked under the swing, his movements sharp despite the pain radiating from his burned hands.

The two men danced in a deadly duel, the leader’s strikes growing wilder with every miss.

Meanwhile, Hua Jing stood frozen for a moment, torn between watching the fight and noticing the other men creeping toward them with their swords drawn.

Her heart pounded.

She couldn’t let them overwhelm Zhao Yan.

The leader he was fighting was very big and burly, if a few more chickens were added in the mix the prince would definitely be overwhelmed!

She thought of a way quickly to fend these men off.

Her gaze darted around, assessing the situation with a sharpness honed by years of acting in high-stakes costume dramas.

She was no stranger to sword fighting—at least not in theory. She had acted in many period dramas and had to get extensive training so she could at least handle these men who looked more like chicken than the bandits they were supposedly

Her body moved before her mind could argue.

The first man lunged at her with a taunt, "Dead meat!"

But Hua Jing sidestepped his blade effortlessly.

The man blinked in confusion, searching for her only to feel a sharp blow to the back of his head.

His legs buckled, and he crumpled to the ground, his vision fading.

Though his eyes remained open, his body betrayed him, completely paralyzed.

Hua Jing stood over him, holding the hilt of his sword, now her weapon.

She twirled it experimentally, the balance feeling strange but manageable.

"This is tacky," she muttered, shaking her head. "But it’ll do."

The remaining men advanced toward her, their faces grim with fury.

Hua Jing’s grip on the sword tightened as she braced herself.

Even though she thought they were weaklings, there was still a lot of them that if she took them on once, she would be overwhelmed as well so she needed to act very tactfully!

Her years of training for costume dramas, her stubborn refusal to use a stunt double, and her obsession with perfection all came flooding back.

She’d mastered the basics of swordsmanship for her roles, and now, they might just save her life.

The first man charged, swinging his blade toward her head.

She ducked, feeling the rush of air as the blade narrowly missed her.

A rush of adrenaline quickly filled her and for the first time since she found herself in this god-forsaken world, she finally felt alive!

No amount of bickering with Zhao Yan could top the excitement she was feeling at this instant!

Using the momentum, she rolled forward and came up behind him, delivering a swift kick to his back.

He staggered, and before he could recover, she slashed downward, knocking the sword from his hand.

Another came at her, yelling, his blade slashing horizontally.

Hua Jing parried the strike with a satisfying clang, sparks flying as their swords collided.

She spun gracefully, her robes billowing, and delivered a sweeping blow to his leg, sending him crashing to the ground.

"You fools," she hissed, turning to face the others.

Her sword gleamed in the faint light, its tip steady despite the chaos around her.

"If you dare come closer," she warned, her voice low and menacing, "don’t blame me for being ruthless."

The men hesitated for a moment, the threat hanging heavily in the air.

But their hesitation was short-lived. They were here to kill, and they wouldn’t stop until their mission was complete.

On the other side, Zhao Yan was locked in a brutal fight with the leader.

Despite his injuries, Zhao Yan moved with precision, dodging the man’s strikes with fluid ease.

His hands throbbed with pain, but he ignored it, using his feet and body to deliver a series of powerful kicks and punches.

The leader stumbled back as one particularly hard punch landed squarely on his jaw.

His sword fell to the ground with a metallic clang.

Zhao Yan stood over him, breathing heavily.

He glanced toward Hua Jing, needing to ensure she was safe, and what he saw froze him in place.

Hua Jing was a blur of motion, her sword flashing as she parried and struck with a skill that left him speechless.

She wasn’t just defending herself.

She was dominating.

Her movements were precise, almost artistic, as if she’d spent years mastering the weapon.

It was unlike anything Zhao Yan had ever seen.

His mind raced.

How does she know how to fight like this?

She was not the weak girl he had once encountered on a rainy day crying after being bullied,

This Hua Jing was so...so...

Hua Jing, too, had noticed his gaze.

Their eyes met for a split second, his filled with awe and disbelief, hers sharp with focus.

But the moment was short-lived.

Her attention snapped back to her fight, and Zhao Yan’s lingered too long.

He didn’t see the shadow moving behind him until Hua Jing’s voice rang out.

"Watch out!" she screamed, her tone laced with panic.