Yi Yan no longer disguised himself; he had been pushed to reveal his true skills by Tie Yi. The man who looked like a Scholar pulled out a Hidden Weapon, but at that moment, several people who had been maintaining a neutral stance, and even those who had previously defected to his side, simultaneously attacked. And those Yi Yan had won over, naturally, did not want to sit and wait for death; the melee was about to erupt! Yi Yan was shocked and furious in his heart. He could not understand why these people were so staunchly loyal to Gold Respect. Gold Respect had not been to the Golden Triangle in two years, yet these people—whether it was Tie Yi, the neutral faction, or those who seemed to defect from him but were actually only feigning allegiance—why had they so firmly resolved to serve Gold Respect? To capture the thieves, first capture the king. Seeing his side at a disadvantage, Yi Yan turned his attention to Gold Respect. He lunged at Gold Respect with great speed, but at that moment, Gold Respect swiftly picked up a Longbow, drew the bow, and released the arrow, all in one fluid motion. With a whoosh, the arrow pierced through Yi Yan’s shoulder, followed by two more whooshes as two arrows struck each of Yi Yan’s knees, causing him to bleed profusely in an instant. With a thud, Yi Yan grunted and fell to his knees. At the same time, Tie Yi, with a long sword in hand, placed it against Yi Yan’s neck. Yi Yan was naturally unwilling to accept this outcome, and seeing him captured, the morale of his men wavered and they were thoroughly defeated. Gold Respect murmured coldly, "Kill them all, leave no one alive!!" Liang Haoming heard footsteps outside the house and, wary, came out to see. His older brother was still dressed in the same clothes as when he had left the house, but his hair was wet. The older brother had been gone for over an hour. Haoming looked at the food box his brother was carrying and then at his brother’s wet white hair, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Though nothing seemed amiss, Haoming couldn’t help but feel overly sensitive as he detected a faint smell of blood from his brother. Liang Zhichen asked, "How is the wife?" Haoming answered, "She just went to sleep." Liang Zhichen set down the food box, "Something happened on the road that delayed me. Warm these on the stove for now; she can eat when she wakes up." Haoming took the food box and watched as his older brother turned to walk inside. Suddenly, he uttered one word, "Blood!" The older brother paused in his step and turned around, "Blood? Where is there blood?" With furrowed brows, Haoming looked at his brother and then pointed at his brother’s shoes, "On the soles." He had noticed a smear of blood on the edge of his brother’s shoe when he had lifted his foot. Liang Zhichen glanced down and then casually replied, "Ah, on my way back I passed by a household slaughtering chickens. I must have stepped in it by accident." Haoming gave his brother a dull look, then turned and carried the food box into the kitchen. Liang Zhichen’s gaze lingered on his younger brother’s retreating figure, his eyebrows lightly creased, then relaxed shortly after. Slaughtering chickens? No, a lot was slaughtered. He couldn’t help but smile, then entered the house to see a small figure curled up, lying on a wooden bed with her back to him. Perhaps because what she had seen and heard in the city today was too shocking, she must have been truly frightened. Even in her sleep, she was restless. Gently stroking her cheek, he sighed with pity. No matter how illustrious Marshal Baowei may be, he had long known in his heart that she was not that person, not the woman renowned across the border. Having such an identity thrust upon her was not a blessing but a source of trouble. So he sat there, fixated on her, for quite a while, until his younger brother entered the room, snapping him back to reality.