Revenge of the Sixth Young Lady

At the boundless snowy night, a strong wind swept through with a blizzard.

A group of black-clothed assassinators wearing black masks were fighting with the people in the convoy. People screamed, but their voices were diminished by the sound of the wind and snow.

In the middle of the killing circle was a magnificent carriage. Inside the carriage, Wei Yuewu and her maid were stunned by what had happened.

The two of them looked out of the window and saw a person from afar. He was sitting on a horse outside the killing circle and staring coldly at everything in front of him. His black cloak was fluttering in the snow. The viciousness in his eyes lingered in Wei Yuewu's mind for a long time.

The wind blew, and the veil suddenly fell down, revealing a handsome face!

Qin Ruo exclaimed in a low voice, “Miss, that’s … that’s …”

“Who is he!? Do you know him?” Wei Yuewu's heart froze instantly.

“Miss, that’s your fiancé Marquis Jing Yuan!” Qin Ruo said with a cry, "A few years ago, when Old Madam sent me to the capital to get a doctor, I visited the family mansion to pay my respects to your Father. That was the first time I saw this Marquis Jing Yuan! And other maids in the mansion told me, they said that... that this is your fiancé! "

My... fiancé?

The fight outside the carriage was coming to an end. In the blink of an eye, there were no signs of living people …

Suddenly, two frightened horses ran quickly with the blood-stained broken carriage. No one dared to stop the carriage. The startled horses quickly disappeared in the snow with the carriage.

“Kill!”

With a command, the black-clothed men quickly chased after the horse and carriage!

Wei Yuewu firmly held a silver hairpin with blood on the tip, which she had just used to stab the horse.

"Miss, what should we do?" Qin Ruo asked while crying.

"Stop crying! We’re not dead yet!"