C278 Assassination

In the still of the night, Chen Yang, half-asleep, thought he heard a rustle nearby. His eyes snapped open to the chilling gleam of a sword at his throat.

"Don't move, or I'll kill you!" Abbess Qing Yuan's voice was icy.

With one hand, she modestly held the blanket to her, while the other gripped the sword.

A delicate arm, reminiscent of a tender lotus root, emerged from the covers