A four-year-old child, yet his brow was tightly furrowed.
She gently touched his small forehead.
Zhan Xiaoli's small hand immediately grasped hers.
As if in a dream.
His eyes tightly shut.
He cried out in fear.
"Mother... I miss Mother..."
Yun Shu's heart immediately softened with an unbearable ache. She held his small hand and said gently, "Xiaoli, Mother is here."
Zhan Xiaoli seemed to hear Yun Shu's words, and his brow immediately relaxed.
Even the corners of his lips turned upwards.
His voice, a soft murmur, uttered two words in his sleep, "Mother..."
Yun Shu looked at Zhan Xiaoli, about to pick him up and leave, when suddenly there was a sound from outside the door.
Someone was coming!
Yun Shu's eyes narrowed instantly.
With a swift roll, she hid behind a wardrobe.
The person who walked in wore a mask that glinted with a cold light.
They walked lightly towards Zhan Xiaoli on the bed.
Their voice was incredibly soft.
So soft that even a martial arts master could not detect it.
Yun Shu's eyes narrowed further.
Could it be some bold individual who had infiltrated the Night King's mansion, intending to kidnap Zhan Xiaoli as a hostage?
This would not do!
She was indeed right to come today!
Who dared to snatch her son? She wanted to see who had the audacity to come before her and seek death!
The masked figure reached the bedside.
Yun Shu already had a hidden weapon ready to throw.
The next moment, the masked figure let out a soft sigh.
A very shallow sigh.
It held no aggression.
Then, he turned and left.
Yun Shu was stunned. What did the masked figure want? To sneak to her son's bedside just to sigh? And there was a feeling of an old father's heartache for his son in that sigh.
It was a feeling of loving someone but being unable to express it.
As the masked figure reached the door, about to push it open and leave, he suddenly paused.
He turned back, looking in Yun Shu's direction.
His gaze was as sharp as an eagle's.
Killing intent flared instantly.
The next moment.
He flickered and appeared before Yun Shu.
His long, cold hands reached out towards Yun Shu, and just as they were about to grasp her neck.
Her figure, like a phantom, easily moved backward, then sideways to dodge.
The man's icy mask glinted before her eyes.
It was as if it declared his intention to kill her.
So brazen.
So arrogant.
An overwhelming pride that commanded everything.
Yun Shu was displeased.
The corners of her mouth curved into a faint smile.
Her hidden weapon flew towards his vital points without hesitation.
"Who are you? How dare you trespass into the Night King's mansion? You seek death!" the man asked Yun Shu in a cold tone.
He completely failed to notice the exquisite grace of the woman before him.
Yun Shu had just put on her veil, so the man could not see her face.
"You keep talking about death as if you could kill me! Tsk tsk, so uncaring of beauty." Yun Shu glared at him.
While she also didn't care for beauty, Jing Heng was clearly more likable.
Since this one was not likable, she wouldn't be blamed for being ruthless and abandoning martial ethics!
The next moment.
A faint, bright light streaked from Yun Shu's palm.
The light flew towards the carotid artery in the man's neck.
The man dodged with extreme speed. As he rolled away, his arm was grazed.
A trickle of blood flowed out.
A faint scent of blood filled the air.
The man glanced down at his injured arm, his eyes extremely dark and cold, like a deep abyss filled with countless dangers, where one would be utterly destroyed, leaving not even a speck behind if they jumped in.
Yun Shu's beautiful eyes narrowed.
Just as she was about to make another lethal move.
Suddenly, Zhan Xiaoli on the bed stirred.