Her movements were crisp, without a hint of hesitation or drag.
She was all about being ruthless and decisive.
The assassin trembled in pain before he could react, and the next second a fair hand was clenching his neck.
His neck twisted abruptly, and he couldn't even whimper; he gasped his last breath then and there.
Yan Wanqing released her grip and dropped the body to the ground.
"Fetch water."
The shopkeeper personally fetched a basin of water, "Ma'am, please."
"A sensible one," Yan Wanqing did not skimp on praise.
The shopkeeper was very honest, "It's not like I could refuse with the generous reward from madam."
Quite amusing.
Yan Wanqing placed her hands in the basin to wash them.
So that's why the murderous aura was so intense today, she realized; she hadn't brought her mother's pearl necklace.
"Here you are," the shopkeeper offered a clean handkerchief, his attentiveness making even Cong Ge feel inferior.
