I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

Chapter 194: Assassination

Fang Xiaoxiao sat alone at the table, looking forlorn and melancholy.

She wore an elegant dress, the delicate fabric of which appeared somewhat dim in the yellow candlelight.

Her jet-black hair was simply tied up, with a few strands falling casually on either side of her face, adding to her pitiful charm.

Several exquisite dishes were laid out on the table in front of her, but she had no appetite whatsoever.

Staring blankly out the window, his thoughts were a jumbled mess.

In this unfamiliar ancient world, she was all alone, helpless and alone, with a deep-seated sense of loneliness following her like a shadow.

The various predicaments left behind by the original owner left her feeling exhausted, and the future was full of unknowns and confusion.

Fang Xiaoxiao sighed softly and put down her chopsticks. Her fair face looked exceptionally beautiful in the candlelight, yet it also carried a hint of indescribable weariness.

"When will this ever end?" she murmured to herself, her voice filled with helplessness and confusion.

She decided to go back to her room to rest, hoping to find some peace of mind in the quiet space.

Fang Xiaoxiao slowly stood up, her slender figure appearing somewhat frail in the candlelight.

She walked lightly towards the stairs. Each step carried a hint of heaviness, as if the path beneath her feet was filled with unknown difficulties.

Just as she took her first step up the stairs, a strange feeling suddenly washed over her.

It was a chilling feeling of being watched, as if a pair of malicious eyes were staring intently at her from the darkness.

Fang Xiaoxiao stopped in her tracks, her heart pounding and her breathing becoming rapid.

She looked around warily, but found nothing except the dim candlelight and the empty hall.

"Maybe I'm being too sensitive."

She tried to calm herself down.

But that feeling of unease lingered, preventing her from letting her guard down.

Fang Xiaoxiao continued climbing the stairs, each step taken with extreme caution, as if she were walking on a bottomless abyss.

Just as she was about to reach the corner of the stairs, a dark figure suddenly appeared like a ghost.

She was a female assassin dressed in black, her face covered by a black veil, revealing only a pair of cold and sharp eyes.

The murderous intent revealed in those eyes sent a chill down Fang Xiaoxiao's spine.

The female assassin held a sharp short sword, its blade gleaming coldly, as if it were eagerly craving the nourishment of blood.

Her movements were swift and silent; she pounced on Fang Xiaoxiao in an instant.

Fang Xiao was startled and instinctively backed away. Her heart was pounding like a drum, and her mind went blank.

But in that life-or-death moment, her survival instinct made her react quickly.

"Who are you? Why are you trying to kill me?" Fang Xiaoxiao shouted, her voice trembling with fear.

The female assassin remained silent, but once again brandished her short sword, launching an even fiercer attack on Fang Xiaoxiao.

Fang Xiaoxiao dodged and weaved in the narrow stairwell, facing numerous dangers.

Each of the female assassin's attacks barely grazed her body; her clothes were torn as she dodged, and a few strands of her hair were sliced ​​off by the wind from the sword.

Meanwhile, in a secluded corner of the Lingxi Pavilion, Ouyang Tuoba was hiding in the darkness, quietly observing everything.

His eyes were cold and complex, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, carrying a hint of a cold smile.

Ouyang Tuoba, a prince from an enemy country, originally lived a noble and glorious life in his own country.

However, the power struggles in the palace plunged him into an abyss of no return.

He was relentlessly pursued by assassins sent by his own brother, and had no choice but to wander to the Dayu Dynasty.

Driven by revenge and a desire to reclaim everything that was rightfully his, he meticulously forged an identity in an attempt to meet the Emperor of Dayu and gain his support.

Unexpectedly, fate played a cruel trick on him. He was taken to a matchmaking event and inexplicably chosen to become Fang Xiaoxiao's husband.

From the very beginning, he viewed Fang Xiaoxiao as a stumbling block on his path to advancement and tried every means to get rid of her.

But after several attempts, they discovered that this seemingly frail woman had a tenacious vitality and could not be killed no matter what they did.

At that moment, he hid in a dark corner, secretly plotting in his mind.

If the female assassin succeeds in killing Fang Xiaoxiao this time, that would be ideal; if she fails, it will allow them to test how many hidden skills Fang Xiaoxiao has and how well she can handle crises.

Under the relentless pressure from the female assassin, Fang Xiaoxiao was gradually forced into a corner.

Her back was pressed tightly against the cold wall, with nowhere to retreat.

The female assassin's dagger pierced through again, and Fang Xiaoxiao closed her eyes in despair.

However, just as the sword tip was about to touch her, she suddenly dodged to the side, and the short sword grazed her shoulder, leaving a shallow bloodstain.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Fang Xiaoxiao rushed out from the corner of the wall and ran desperately upstairs.

The female assassin pursued relentlessly, her footsteps echoing in the silent corridor like the tolling of a death knell.

Fang Xiaoxiao rushed into a room, quickly closed the door, and used her body to block it.

The female assassin pounded on the door from the outside, each impact causing Fang Xiaoxiao's body to tremble.

"Help!"

Fang Xiaoxiao cried out for help, but the only response she received was the sound of the female assassin's violent impact and her own rapid breathing.

At this moment, Ouyang Tuoba's brows furrowed slightly.

He hadn't expected Fang Xiaoxiao to be able to resist so tenaciously in such a critical situation.

The female assassin finally broke down the door, and Fang Xiaoxiao was once again in dire straits.

She looked around for something to defend herself, and her eyes fell on a vase.

Fang Xiaoxiao grabbed a vase and threw it at the female assassin.

The female assassin dodged to the side, and the vase shattered on the ground.

Fang Xiaoxiao continued to flee from the room, engaging in a battle of wits with the female assassin.

Her strength was waning, but her eyes remained filled with determination and a will to survive.

Meanwhile, Ouyang Tuoba, watching all this from the shadows, began to subtly change his opinion of Fang Xiaoxiao.

Just when Fang Xiaoxiao was about to give up, she suddenly noticed a window.

Without hesitation, she rushed to the window and jumped.

The female assassin also jumped out of the window and continued the chase.

Fang Xiaoxiao ran desperately through the street, her breathing rapid and her steps unsteady.

The streets were deserted at night, with only her footsteps and panting echoing in the silence.

The female assassin was hot on her heels, closing the distance between them.

Just when Fang Xiaoxiao was feeling desperate, a patrol of soldiers suddenly appeared.

Seeing that things were not going well, the female assassin turned and disappeared into the darkness.

Fang Xiaoxiao collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

Her clothes were tattered, and her body was covered in wounds and blood.

Ouyang Tuoba, upon seeing the patrolling soldiers appear, also quietly left the scene.