The Time Traveling Prince Consort Plans to Rule the World for Me

When the assassin heard Mu Jin say this, he laughed.

"We were just like ordinary people, toiling like ants in this world."

"Back then, we were just ordinary members of the Heyang Canal Gang. The imperial court only asked us to transport goods, and we didn't pay much attention. We just knew that the freight was much higher than before."

"Later we found out that they had us hauling illegal salt, so we quit. But how could we get off this pirate ship? Those people were too powerful. How could the people fight against the officials? What could we do to fight them?"

"They saw that we were good at martial arts. Apart from helping them sell salt, we also killed political enemies occasionally. They tattooed the word 'serious criminal' on our faces and held our families in their hands. We had no choice but to do it. But we did all this for them just to stay alive."

When Mu Jin and Shiyi heard the assassin say that, it was beyond their expectation. They thought that they were fugitives who had gone out to be assassins. But now it seems that they are just ordinary people who have been taken in as puppets by the corrupt officials.

"So, which official wants to kill me, Mu Jin? And why do they want to kill me?"

The assassin smiled and said, "I hope that if I tell you this, Miss Mu will give me a quick death. If I am caught and put in jail, I will end up in the hands of those people and die. Between dying in their hands and dying in Miss Mu's hands, I would rather die in Miss Mu's hands."

"you say!"

"We are lowly people, and we are only fit to follow orders. We don't know the specific reason for assassinating people. This time I just happened to find out by accident."

"This time, the person to be assassinated is not only Miss Mu, but also the eleventh brother next to her?"

When the two heard the assassin say this, they looked at each other in shock.

"Who is that person?"

"Heyang Salt and Iron History, Zhang Zheng!"

Zhang Zheng, the historian of salt and iron? What rank is this historian of salt and iron? Is he in charge of salt? Or iron? Mu Jin couldn't help but wonder.

"As far as I can remember, I have never offended any salt and iron historian, Zhang Zheng."

The assassin said, "In the past few years, Zhang Zheng has been enriching himself and making a lot of money. I'm afraid that his health will be bad and he won't be able to enjoy the wealth he earned by cheating on his conscience."

"He learned from somewhere that Nangong Shenzong gave the emperor a longevity medicine every year. He also wanted a few of the same medicines that the emperor took. He wanted so many at once, so I think it was not just for him."

As soon as the four words "Nangong Shenzong" came out, Mu Jin and Shiyi knew who the real person coming for them was. What they didn't know was that corrupt officials were involved.

"Zhang Zheng has been begging Nangong Divine Sect for the magic medicine, but even if he offers a lot of money, he can't get a single magic pill. Recently, the people of Nangong Divine Sect relented and asked Zhang Zheng to find a few experts to kill Miss Mu and the eleven brothers. Then Nangong Divine Sect will agree to sell Zhang Zheng two magic pills."

"So that's how it is. Then Eleven and I's lives are really valuable." Mu Jin said with a smile, while Eleven, who was standing beside him, clenched his hands.

"I didn't understand why Nangong Divine Sect wanted to kill Miss Mu at first, but later I learned that only Nangong Divine Sect could cure this disease. Now Miss Mu has developed a decoction to control the disease and distributed it to the people for free. I guess they asked Zhang Zheng to find someone to kill you because they affected Nangong Divine Sect's interests."

Mu Jin nodded.

The assassin said, "We know that Miss Mu is the Bodhisattva who saved the people, but we still want to kill you, you are worse than pigs and dogs. However, the lives of the old and young in our family are in Zhang Zheng's hands. I only ask Miss Mu to give me a quick death and finish me off with one sword."

Mu Jin looked at the assassin and stood up with a sneer. She pulled the sword from Eleven's hand. Seeing this, the assassin smiled and closed his eyes, as if it was a very lucky thing to be stabbed to death by Mu Jin.

There was an ear-piercing sound of a sword, and a flash of sword light appeared in the air. The sword in Mu Jin's hand quickly and neatly cut the rope tied to the assassin.

"Go away. I hope you can take your family with you and find a new place to live. If I knew you were harming people, I would kill you regardless of whether you had no choice or not."

When the assassin heard Mu Jin say this, he immediately knelt down in front of Mu Jin in ecstasy and kowtowed three times.

"I thank Miss Mu for not killing me. If there is an afterlife, I will serve you like a slave to repay you."

Mu Jin sneered: "You should escape first. According to the time, the government officials will be here soon."

The assassin's eyes were red. He kowtowed deeply to Mu Jin again, then he hugged his injured arm, jumped up, and fled from the roof of the general's mansion.

Watching the assassin leave, Eleven slowly took the sword back from Mu Jin. He clenched the sword tightly in his hand, paused for a moment, and rushed out of the woodshed as if he was about to make up his mind.

Looking at Eleven like this, Mu Jin's heart skipped a beat, and as if it was an instinct, he rushed out with Eleven.

"Eleven, where are you going?"

Eleven just paused for a moment and then walked quickly forward.

"Stop right there!" Mu Jin yelled at Eleven.

Mu Jin's scolding was a little anxious and angry, but in the end Eleven couldn't bear to see Mu Jin rushing because of him and stopped.

He slowly turned around and watched Mu Jin walking towards him step by step. He pursed his lips, his eyes unfathomable.

"I'm going back to Nangong Divine Sect and kill Nangong Ce, so that he won't come to hurt the young lady."

Mu Jin smiled at Eleven: "Come back, don't be impulsive."

Eleven stood where he was, clenching the sword in his hand tighter and tighter, his face full of struggle.

Mu Jin stood in front of Eleven. She gently grabbed Eleven's hand that was holding the sword, and slowly took it away from Eleven's hand.

"It's not the right time yet. Once I have collected food for Dad and sent it safely to the other side, I will accompany you back to Nangong Divine Sect and take back everything that Nangong Ce has taken from you."

"Since Nangong Ce has sent people to assassinate you and me, he already knows that I still exist in this world. He will not let me go. If I stay with the young lady, it will only affect her safety."

Eleven pulled his lips with difficulty and smiled at Mu Jin: "Don't worry, ever since I recovered my memory, I have been practicing the Sword of the Heart that my father gave me every day when I have time. Although I have only practiced to the ninth level now, it is more than enough to deal with Nangong Ce."

"But I'm worried about you going alone, and I need you now."

Needing Eleven is secondary. The main thing is that I am worried about Eleven returning to Nangong Divine Sect alone.

When Eleven heard Mu Jin say that she needed him, his tense expression relaxed a little. He was silent for a long time, and finally smiled at Mu Jin: "I will listen to you, young lady."

Just then, Qing'er ran in from the outer courtyard and handed Mu Jin a note.

"Miss, Li Yansong from Heyang State wants to see you. He said he came here because of the assassins from last night."