Chapter 1143: Chapter 1145 Fake Assassination_1
"Stinking wench, your life is over!"
"Your life is over!"
"I’m going to kill you!"
After the carriage stopped, just as Yang Chuxia got Lele and Yangyang off, she saw three people with fierce expressions each holding a dagger and stabbing at them from different directions.
Watching the daggers getting closer and closer, a surge of murderous intent flared up in Yang Chuxia’s heart. She hadn’t brought any sleeve arrows with her when she left the house today.
However, she had a dagger too. She was going to see who was more formidable!
"Take Lele and Yangyang inside first." Today she only brought two maids and two guards with her, but at this moment, they were at the mansion’s gate.
Hearing this, Mingcui, holding Lele, rushed to knock on the door.
The two guards engaged in combat with the other two assailants.
Yang Chuxia faced off against another person. But when he got closer, she realized it was the beggar she had encountered on the street that afternoon.
She was immediately puzzled by this.
Especially when she got up close and didn’t exchange more than a couple blows before the man’s dagger dropped to the ground, and he seemed to deliberately fall down, which seemed even stranger.
Looking over at the other side, she noticed they were experiencing the same situation.
So this was a staged assassination attempt?
Just at that moment, people from the mansion also came out, and they were momentarily stunned by the scene.
"Madam, what is this?" It was Brother Li. He looked at the situation puzzled, wondering if they were under attack. Several people lying on the ground, and beside those lying down were a few dropped daggers. Was this an assassination attempt?
And now they were beaten?
"Tie them all up and lock them away, and we’ll interrogate them tomorrow," she ordered.
"Yes!" Without asking any further questions, Brother Li led the two guards to bind the men. The three men, despite being uninjured, offered no resistance.
After entering the mansion, Yang Chuxia thought of the two boys who had been outside and had seen the three men wielding daggers. She turned her head to check if they were frightened.
Although the behavior of the three men was odd, the ferocity they revealed wasn’t feigned.
Who would have thought that when she turned around, she would meet the sparkling eyes of Yangyang and Lele? Yangyang was clapping his little hands excitedly, "Mom, awesome, awesome!"
"Mom is great, so great!" Lele added.
"You two are quite brave. I thought you would be scared," said Yang Chuxia as she came forward to caress her sons’ little faces.
Lele waved his hand, "Not scared, not scared!"
Yangyang, pulling on her sleeve, said, "Mom, learn, want to learn!"
Yangyang wanted to learn to be as formidable as his mother. He did not know that it was martial arts; he only knew it was impressive.
"You want to learn? What Mom just did is called martial arts, but you have to be a bit older before you can start learning," she explained.
Yangyang immediately nodded in response, "Learn, want to learn!"
"All right, when you’re a bit bigger, Mom will teach you," she promised.
Noticing that Lele had been quiet, Yang Chuxia asked, "Lele, do you want to learn?"
Her eldest son seemed quite interested just now, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
To her surprise, Lele shook his head firmly, "Don’t want to learn, I don’t want to learn."
"Why not? Why don’t you want to learn?"
Yang Chuxia was puzzled. Hadn’t he shown great interest just a moment ago? Why didn’t he want to learn now?
"Not pretty!" Lele stated outright.
"Not pretty?"
Lele nodded decisively, "Right, kicking isn’t pretty."
Yang Chuxia gave her son a bewildered look, then her face filled with stifled frustration.
She understood her son’s words. As a mother knows her child, her boy, young as he was, thought that learning this would make someone look rough, lacking refinement and grace. He lacked the words to describe it fully and could only express it as "not pretty."