I Became the Eye Candy: Four Bigshots Claimed to be My Dad?

Chapter 398: Guard of the General’s Manor

"Guard Luo."

The young servant quickly retreated, so moved he was on the verge of tears.

Luo Wen grabbed Mo Geluo’s wrist, his grip tightening.

Mo Geluo’s expression darkened, his face contorting. Though neither appeared to move, they were locked in a silent struggle of strength.

After a long moment, they both released their grips and took several steps back.

"Who are you?" Mo Geluo steadied himself, clasping one hand behind his back. It trembled slightly.

Luo Wen sneered, drew his sword, and charged forward, the longsword flashing in the sunlight.

Mo Geluo’s heart leaped in alarm. He scrambled back as a dagger slid from his sleeve. With a TING, he barely parried the thrusting longsword and continued to retreat.

’No wonder a mere concubine carries herself with such an air. The General’s Manor must have an expert guarding it.’

"Go get help, quickly!" Peony urged.

"Yes..."

"Wait," Ye Qianning stopped them.

"He’s a General! Guard Luo can’t handle him," Peony said.

"It’s fine. Let him get some practice. Besides, it’s not a given that he’ll lose." Ye Qianning kept her eyes on the two combatants.

’Mo Geluo usually wields a broadsword. With only a dagger today, it won’t be easy for him to beat Luo Wen.’

’Besides, Luo Wen, Luo Xuan, and Du Ying’s Inner Strength and skills have been improving rapidly lately. They need a powerful opponent for some real combat experience.’

Peony looked over to see them locked in a fierce battle. After several exchanges, she noticed Luo Wen wasn’t even winded, while the General from Xi Yan was panting heavily.

Seeing this, she couldn’t help but marvel. ’Is Guard Luo’s skill really that profound?’

"Fetch the Crown Prince of Xi Yan," Ye Qianning said.

"Yes."

A murderous glint flashed in Ye Qianning’s eyes.

Peony was standing so close she distinctly felt a chill shoot straight to her core. She looked down at the little girl, her hand tightening its grip on the child’s.

"Pangtuan."

Ye Qianning looked up, her eyes crinkling into a smile. "Auntie?"

Peony’s mind went blank. It had to be her imagination. ’How could someone so small have such a chilling, murderous aura?’

"Don’t be afraid," she said softly.

"I’m not the one who’s afraid! He dared to insult my father and bully you, Auntie. If I don’t teach this bear a lesson today, he’ll think the General’s Manor is just a place he can push around!" Ye Qianning’s little face wrinkled, her voice loud and clear.

In the midst of the fight, Mo Geluo shot a cold glance toward Ye Qianning.

Ye Qianning’s eyes narrowed to a slit, their sharpness undiminished. freewebnøvel.coɱ

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Before Mo Geluo could even react, the longsword swept over his head, slicing his topknot loose. If he hadn’t dodged so quickly, that strike would have landed squarely between his eyes.

Luo Wen’s swordplay was ruthless and efficient. There were no wasted movements; every strike aimed for a vital point.

Without his broadsword, Mo Geluo was at a complete disadvantage with his short blade. He narrowly dodged each clash, then used an opening to leap back. ’This one is relentless.’

"Wait!" he couldn’t help but shout as he saw Luo Wen attack again.

Luo Wen’s expression was blank. He showed no mercy.

This time, Mo Geluo couldn’t dodge. A deep, stinging gash was carved across his face. He raised a hand to touch it and flew into a rage.

Twirling the dagger in his hand, he spun around and charged.

"Stop," a cold voice commanded.

Mo Geluo froze at the sound of the voice. In that split second of distraction, he felt a heavy impact in his chest—the longsword had run him through.

Luo Wen gripped the hilt, meeting the man’s shocked expression with a cold smirk. Then, without an ounce of mercy, he yanked the sword free with a SWISH.

Mo Geluo clutched his chest, stumbling backward. He managed to steady himself, walked over to Xiliu Yuan, and knelt on one knee. "Your Highness."

Xiliu Yuan didn’t even spare him a glance. His gaze was fixed on Luo Wen. ’Anyone who can injure Mo Geluo is no simple man.’