Little Pink Starfish

I Personally Assigned Her to Protect the Young Master

Xiao Wei glanced behind them and, pointing his thick wooden stick at Wen Fenglin, said, “Little lady, stop bluffing us. What princess? What would a princess be doing sneaking into a monk temple in the dead of night?”

“Exactly!” Yu Xiaoxiao chimed in. “Meeting your secret lover?”

Xiao Wei’s mouth twitched. Do you have to sell yourself out like this?!

Wen Fenglin was momentarily speechless. These two were so shameless, it was difficult to outdo them—even for him.

Xiao Wei whispered, “Should we attack?”

Yu Xiaoxiao replied, “No need for mercy with this sneaky, sleazy, and shameless sissy—go!”

The two of them charged forward.

Immediately, a dozen or so monks sprang out from behind Wen Fenglin.

Now it was two against thirteen—Yu Xiaoxiao and Xiao Wei were in for a fight against Mo Wen’s elite monks.

As soon as the fight began, Xiao Wei started to panic. He could handle one-on-one, but these guys were beating him up like it was nothing!

Yu Xiaoxiao shouted, “Go hit that woman!”

“What?!” Xiao Wei yelled back, currently surrounded—he couldn’t even reach Wen Fenglin.

Yu Xiaoxiao leaped into Xiao Wei’s circle, grabbed his belt, and—

“Wait—!” Xiao Wei didn’t even finish his sentence before he was flung through the air toward the monk carrying Wen Fenglin.

Still holding his stick, Xiao Wei swung it down hard on the monk’s head mid-air.

Meanwhile, Yu Xiaoxiao had no choice but to fight without using her powers—using them now would injure her body. But the difference between human genetics was real—taking on these monks hand-to-hand was still no challenge. Though her skin was cracking from ruptured capillaries, and the pain was increasing, she held her ground.

The monk carrying Wen Fenglin broke Xiao Wei’s stick, then looked up—and froze.

Yu Xiaoxiao stood amid a circle of unconscious monks. No blood, but it was impossible to tell if they were dead or alive.

Xiao Wei kicked toward Wen Fenglin’s head—this was their target after all!

Yu Xiaoxiao zipped forward in a blur, punching the monk who’d carried Wen Fenglin square in the face. His nose exploded with blood, and he fell flat.

“That’s Yongsheng Temple’s Wen Fenglin!” the monk screamed before going down.

Yu Xiaoxiao punched him out cold.

Xiao Wei aimed another kick at Wen Fenglin’s head—but just then, a calm voice interrupted from behind.

It was Mo Wen.

The tone was gentle, completely devoid of menace, but Xiao Wei froze in place like he’d been struck by lightning.

Yu Xiaoxiao turned—and saw not only Mo Wen but also Gu Xingnuo standing beside him.

Xiao Wei, panicking, rushed back to Yu Xiaoxiao’s side and whispered, “Why is the young master here?”

Yu Xiaoxiao looked at the monks surrounding her beloved big brother and muttered, “Holy crap. Was my brother captured by Mo Wen?!”

“Looks like it,” Xiao Wei replied.

Gu Xingnuo saw them and almost shouted aloud, but he couldn’t—not now. His expression remained calm, but his fingers clenched so tightly they dug into his palms and nearly drew blood.

“Do we keep killing?” Xiao Wei whispered.

Yu Xiaoxiao glanced back toward Wen Fenglin, thought of Wuhuan—and then thought of “Nu.” Her brows furrowed. “Kill first, talk later.”

“Linglong!” a frantic voice called out—Emperor Xianzong had arrived with Chengguan and Jing Mo. The emperor had never run so wildly in his life.

Yu Xiaoxiao and Xiao Wei froze, hearing His Majesty’s voice. They couldn’t keep going.

“My dad? What’s he doing here?!” Yu Xiaoxiao asked.

Xiao Wei was sweating bullets. “How should I know?!”

Xianzong was sprinting toward them. Yu Xiaoxiao and Xiao Wei were both still masked, but Xianzong had no trouble recognizing his daughter. Even if she turned to ash, I’d know her!

“Ningsheng,” Mo Wen called gently.

Suddenly, Xianzong felt his body being pulled backward.

Yu Xiaoxiao instinctively reached out to grab her “foolish emperor father,” but with her short arms and legs, she couldn’t reach.

Xiao Wei tried to rush forward too, but was blocked by Chengguan. Now is not the time to fight.

Mo Wen placed his hand on Xianzong’s shoulder and smiled. “What brings you here?”

Xianzong looked at him nervously. One wrong word and this guy might break his neck.

“Is that the princess over there?” Gu Xingnuo suddenly asked.

Xianzong swallowed hard. “Yes. Yes, it is.”

“She sold me out?” Yu Xiaoxiao muttered to Xiao Wei, shocked.

Xiao Wei was already sweating buckets. Should I just confess everything later and say I forced the princess to do this? Would anyone even buy that?

“I could say we were possessed,” Yu Xiaoxiao whispered. “Think the monks would believe me?”

Xiao Wei was in tears. Even my ‘coerced by a servant’ story sounds better than that…

“Linglong!” Xianzong suddenly shouted. “You’re frozen in place? I told you to protect the Young Master! You’ve done an excellent job—now come greet the master!”

Yu Xiaoxiao was stunned.

Xianzong turned to Mo Wen and said, “I received secret intel that someone was targeting the Young Master tonight. My daughter’s skilled in martial arts, so I personally assigned her to protect him.”

Mo Wen raised a brow. Well, well… looks like after all these years, Ningsheng has learned how to lie with a straight face.

Seeing the downed monks, Xianzong gave a knowing sigh. “Seems the enemy really was formidable. Good thing Linglong didn’t disappoint me.”

Gu Xingnuo followed up, “Princess, aren’t you going to greet the master?”

Yu Xiaoxiao stiffly turned her head to look at the half-conscious Wen Fenglin. Wait— I’m here to protect this sissy?!

“Xiao Wei! Xiao Zhuang!” Xianzong shouted. “Why are you just standing there? Hurry and help the Young Master up!”

Xiao Wei snapped out of it like waking from a dream and quickly helped Wen Fenglin up. Fine. Mo Wen has the emperor and young master—then we’ll just use this guy as our hostage.

“My apologies, Master,” Xianzong said to Mo Wen with a guilty smile. “That servant of mine… poor upbringing. I hope you’re not too offended.”

“Princess,” Chengguan gently nudged Yu Xiaoxiao, “Go on.”

“You…” Wen Fenglin tried to speak. He’d been stunned earlier, but was now recovering.

“Are you alright, Young Master?” Yu Xiaoxiao stood before Wen Fenglin and reached out—

And smacked him across the face.

“Oh no! You’re covered in soot! Let me help you clean up,” she said sweetly.

Everyone watching: …………

Cleaning and slapping are not the same action, Princess! Do you think we’re all blind?!