The Princess’ Shadow Guard Cannot Be Too Clever

e a hunting black panther as she suddenly reached out and yanked on the braid of Shan Meng’s hair, then pinched his chin.

Ming Qin’s expression was emotionless as she stared at Shan Meng, who was startled in front of her, as if trying to discern who dared to act so recklessly towards Murong Yan.

“What… what do you think you’re doing?”

Shan Meng’s neck was tightly coiled, as if by a python.
His body trembled as he struggled to breathe, his face turning from red to blue.

“What are you doing?”

Ming Qin tilted her head slightly, seeming a bit puzzled as to why the man would ask such a foolish question.

As she tightened her grip, the sound of bones being crushed could be heard.
She answered in a flat tone, “Of course, I’m going to kill you.”

Ming Qin released her grip, and Shan Meng’s teeth and cheekbones shattered as her fist connected with his face.
The man let out a piercing howl that made the other bandits shudder and draw their swords from their belts.

As the black-robed woman turned, her black hair floated in the cold wind, and her eyes tinged with red.
She dragged the unconscious Shan Meng with one hand, and the bloodstains on her white clothes became more vivid against the falling snow, making her look like a fierce demon crawling out of hell.

With ease, Ming Qin lifted the man, who was twice her size, with one hand and threw him up in the air.
As he fell, she kicked him hard between the legs, breaking several bones with a loud ‘crack.’ His body flew towards the other bandits like a rag.

As the group scrambled to catch Shan Meng, Ming Qin drew her sword.
In the next instant, several sword flowers bloomed, cutting off the hands of the four or five men who had just drawn their swords.

The air was filled with the sound of wailing, but Ming Qin showed no mercy.

In fact, the sounds of the men’s agony only fueled her frenzied state.

The shadow guard raised her hand, her sword’s tip aimed upward.
With a swift movement, the sword pierced through the chin and up to the top of the head of the man closest to her, denying him any chance to plead for mercy.
With a flick of her wrist, the man’s face was split in half, and he fell lifelessly to the ground.

Witnessing the immense strength of their female opponent, the remaining men’s fighting spirit was shattered, and they turned around and fled for their lives.

Without giving them a chance to mount their horses, Ming Qin swung her sword without hesitation, cutting off the waists of two men who had their backs turned to her.
Organs spilled out onto the ground, but she remained indifferent.

Then, she threw the long sword in her hand like a stone and pinned a man who was attempting to mount his horse to a tree trunk.

The winter trees were bare, and only the head impaled by the sword stared at the ground with wide-open eyes, blood pouring down from the forehead nourishing the earth.

The last man, who fell to the ground, looked at the woman walking towards him in fear and trembled, “Stop! Don’t come any closer… spare my life!”

The bandit’s face was now covered in snot and tears, devoid of the arrogance he had displayed earlier.

“Did you listen to Yan Yan when she asked you to stop earlier?” Ming Qin whispered in a low, icy voice.
And before the man could even react, she punched him in the face.

Hard.

Over and over again.

The sound of heavy blows mingled with the man’s wailing, echoing through the quiet forest.

Even as the man’s pitiful cries faded into nothingness, the fists continued to rain down like drops of unrelenting rain.

Blood and flesh spattered in all directions, yet Ming Qin remained impassive, her eyes rolling with an unprecedented hostility, and a bloodthirsty aura enveloping her entire being.

Her mind was blank, more confused than ever, and all she could see was the blood-red hue on her fists.

“Ah Qin.”

“Ah Qin.”

The clear and melodious voice entered her ears, and the familiar call halted her uncontrollable swinging fists.

Raising her head, Ming Qin gazed at the woman not far away, who was holding the tiger cub and wearing her coat.
She was still dazed and unable to regain her senses.

“Ah Qin, come here,” Murong Yan said, sitting on the ground and holding out her arm.
Her eyes were gentle and she didn’t seem to mind the blood and fierce killing intent emanating from Ming Qin.

Ming Qin slowly regained her senses as she approached Murong Yan.

The sound of chains clashing filled the previously silent forest.

The beast had been captured.

Ming Qin stepped over the remains of flesh and limbs scattered on the ground and walked towards Murong Yan.
She squatted down obediently and allowed the woman to fasten the chain around her neck.
Her vicious gaze softened, and her mind gradually cleared.

“… I’m sorry.”

The previously vicious shadow guard now sounded choked up, lowering her head like a hunting dog waiting for its owner’s reprimand.

“I’m sorry for scaring you.”

“No need to apologize to me, Ah Qin.
I knew you would come,” Murong Yan said with confidence and a comforting tone.
She then smiled and asked, “Why did you bring back a little furball?”

“He lost his mother and couldn’t survive in the woods alone,” Ming Qin replied as she wiped her bloody hands.
She then helped adjust Murong Yan’s clothes and tie her belt.
“I remembered my promise for you to play with a tiger, so I brought it back.”

Murong Yan looked at Ming Qin’s serious expression and couldn’t help but want to laugh, but she coughed involuntarily.

This prompted the shadow guard to help her into the carriage and place the furry little ball on the floor inside.
Ming Qin changed her dirty clothes outside the carriage before driving away.