The assassin in black appeared so suddenly, but Su Zhiruan did not hesitate in her actions, she reached out and grabbed a teapot from the table in the carriage and hurled it with all her might in the direction of the assassin.
She exerted considerable force, and the assassin did not expect her to fight back, thus he was solidly struck.
The commotion here was great, and since Fu Huaichu had been watching the carriage closely, he swung his blade and swiftly dealt with the assassin at his side, then strode toward the carriage.
"You've got quite the arm strength, little lady," the assassin in black was bleeding from a head wound, but he wasn't knocked unconscious; after staggering to his feet, his gaze toward Su Zhiruan turned sinister. Licking the blood from the corner of his mouth, he drew his flexible sword. Without hesitation, the weapon pierced through the window, and his face twisted malignantly, "Join Fu Huaichu in death!"