Three burly men with big beards, wielding knives and looking fierce and sinister, blocked the road with an air as if intending to rob and kill.
But just as they finished speaking to Jun Ning's carriage, the Eldest Prince, who had returned out of nowhere, slit their throats.
A swift kill with a single stroke, leaving no mercy.
The three strong men, blood covering their necks, died with their eyes wide open like hanged ghosts, as if they couldn't rest in peace.
A chilling sight to behold.
Despite being accustomed to such scenes in her past life as an assassin, in this life, having lived a long time in a wealthy and safe nest, not having killed someone or seen blood for ages, Jun Ning felt slightly unable to handle the sight and vaguely nauseous.
She murmured to herself, "That Eldest Prince, if he wants to kill, just kill. Why make it so disgusting!"
Truly disgusting!
Jun Ning glanced once and quickly withdrew her gaze, letting down the curtain.
