The transmigrated wife is crazy and ruthless.

Chapter 138: Stealing Wife

After returning from Hongyue Tower, Qi Yuxuan and Yin Lihen were unable to calm down.

The two hurriedly returned to the Qi residence and sat in the study, where the atmosphere was exceptionally heavy.

"Brother Yuxuan, what do you think is wrong?" Yin Lihen broke the silence, his brows furrowed.

Qi Yuxuan sighed, his eyes full of confusion: "That Yelü Xueqing is practically a carbon copy of Ziyue. How could there be two people in the world who look so alike?"

Yin Lihen nodded, but he seemed to be thinking about a deeper issue: "I'm not saying that you felt something was off about Yelü Xueqing, but about the man next to her."

Qi Yuxuan looked up at him, puzzled. "What do you mean? Do you feel something's wrong?"

Yin Lihen pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Don't you think his voice sounds like someone else's?"

Qi Yuxuan frowned, trying hard to remember: "Who was it? I can't remember."

Yin Lihen stood up and paced back and forth in the room: "It's Leng Feng, the one you fought against in the zither and sword duel."

"Perhaps because you were so focused on your fight that you didn't notice, I could clearly recognize him when I was watching from the sidelines. Although his appearance has changed, his voice and physique won't change easily."

Qi Yuxuan was stunned, a look of astonishment flashing in his eyes: "You mean... that man is Leng Feng?"

Yin Lihen nodded: "That's right. Leng Feng, I remember his voice and posture. The man I saw at Hongyue Tower today, although his appearance was different, had a very similar voice and temperament."

Qi Yuxuan fell into deep thought, his mind replaying the scene of the sword and zither duel.

Leng Feng's appearance, voice, and unique aura at that time did indeed bear some resemblance to Yelü Chengyuan today.

"But if it really is Leng Feng, why would he disguise himself and claim that Qiu Ziyue is his wife, Yelü Xueqing?"

Qi Yuxuan asked, his doubts deepening.

Yin Lihen also looked puzzled: "This is indeed puzzling. But is it possible that Leng Feng is the one in disguise?"

Qi Yuxuan stood up and walked to the window.

He gazed at the night outside: "We can't just let this go. I suspect Leng Feng still has Zi Yue on his mind and has no intention of letting her go?"

Yin Lihen looked at Qi Yuxuan with a sense of urgency in his eyes: "Brother Yuxuan, what are you waiting for? Now is the perfect time to make your move before they reach their destination."

The best way is to test Leng Feng's skills. Even though the appearance may differ, the fighting style should be the same.

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"If his swordsmanship style is the same as Leng Feng's, then it can be verified that the man is Leng Feng."

Qi Yuxuan paused for a moment, then nodded, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes: "You're right. If it really is Leng Feng, then it indirectly means that Yelü Xueqing might be Qiu Ziyue."

The two quickly devised a plan to steal the wife.

Qi Yuxuan knew that time was of the essence and he had to find a suitable opportunity as soon as possible to test Leng Feng's true identity without causing unnecessary trouble.

"We can create a small misunderstanding to lure them out."

Qi Yuxuan suggested, "For example, arrange a chance encounter near Hongyue Tower, and then find an excuse to spar with Leng Feng. This way, it will be natural and you can also test his swordsmanship."

Yin Lihen nodded in agreement: "Good idea. I will find an opportunity to get close to them. Leng Feng is a sword fanatic and loves to fight. I will lure him into making a move."

The next morning, Qi Yuxuan and Yin Lihen arrived near Hongyue Tower early.

They discovered that Qiu Ziyue (or Yelü Xueqing) and Leng Feng were preparing to leave.

"You two, please wait!"

Yin Lihen shouted loudly, attracting the attention of the two.

Qiu Ziyue and Yelü Chengyuan turned to look at them, a hint of doubt in their eyes.

Yin Lihen stepped forward and said politely, "I am Yin Lihen. I have offended you yesterday and have come today to apologize. However, I have a request to make."

Yelü Chengyuan smiled slightly: "What is it?"

Yin Lihen deliberately put on a troubled expression: "Yesterday I heard someone mention that this young master once participated in a zither and sword competition and is a master of swordsmanship. It is rare to meet him today, and I would like to ask him for some pointers. I wonder if I would be fortunate enough to learn a few moves from him?"

Yin Lihen hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded: "In that case, I shall respectfully comply. Let's go to the open space outside the building."

Upon arriving at the open space outside the building, Yin Lihen and Yelü Chengyuan each drew their swords and assumed fighting stances.

Qi Yuxuan watched intently from the side, observing every move and stance with bated breath.

Amidst the flashing sword light, Yin Lihen, wielding an iron fan, launched the first attack, the sword tip piercing towards Yelü Chengyuan like a serpent.

Yelü Chengyuan easily deflected the attack, his counterattack fluid and swift. Every move and stance carried a familiar feel, further solidifying Qi Yuxuan's confidence.

"This is indeed Leng Feng's swordsmanship!"

Qi Yuxuan pondered to himself, a surge of excitement welling up inside him.

Suddenly, Yelü Chengyuan unleashed a spinning sword strike, forcing Yin Lihen back.

Yin Lihen sheathed his sword and stood there, his eyes filled with admiration and confirmation: "It really is you, Leng Feng!"

Yelü Chengyuan was stunned, and the sword in his hand slowly lowered.

Qiu Ziyue also looked surprised, clearly not expecting this to happen.

"What are you talking about? I'm not Leng Feng, I'm Yelü Chengyuan?" Yelü Chengyuan said in a low voice.

Qi Yuxuan stepped forward and said, "Your swordsmanship is unique. I sparred with you, and you've already forgotten. Besides, Yin Lihen already reminded me."

Qiu Ziyue stared at Leng Feng, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes: "What exactly is going on?"

Leng Feng sighed: "Ignore them, they're all bad people who are ruining our marriage. Let's go."

Qi Yuxuan and Yin Lihen exchanged a glance, feeling relieved.

Seeing that his identity had been exposed, Leng Feng pulled Qiu Ziyue into the carriage, preparing to drive away.

Upon seeing this, Qi Yuxuan immediately blocked the front of the carriage.

The two sword masters drew their swords against each other once again. Last time it was a duel between a zither and a sword, this time it was for a woman.

The atmosphere was tense and solemn in the open space outside Hongyue Tower.

Qi Yuxuan and Leng Feng each gripped their swords tightly, their eyes meeting with complex emotions.

Qi Yuxuan took a deep breath. He was too anxious to save Qiu Ziyue, so he made the first move.

His sword sliced ​​through the air like a meteor, aiming straight for Leng Feng's throat.

Leng Feng calmly responded, slightly shifting his body to easily dodge the attack, while simultaneously thrusting his sword at Qi Yuxuan's left shoulder.

The swordsmen's skills were extremely high, and every move was full of power and technique.

Qi Yuxuan's swordsmanship is fierce and sharp, while Leng Feng is known for his agile and unpredictable style.

The two exchanged blows, their swords flashing and clashing, dazzling the onlookers.

"Brother Leng Feng, why do you conceal your identity?" Qi Yuxuan asked while fighting, his voice tinged with confusion.

Leng Feng did not answer, but instead increased his sword speed and launched an even more ferocious attack.

He knew in his heart that this duel was not only a contest of martial arts skills, but also a test of trust and understanding.

Leng Feng's swordsmanship became faster and faster, each move carrying an unwavering determination.

Meanwhile, Yin Lihen stood to the side, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

Qiu Ziyue sat in the carriage, watching this scene, her heart filled with unease.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yin Lihen approached the carriage and whispered, "Miss Qiu, it's not safe here. Come with me first."

Qiu Ziyue shook her head and said, "I am not Miss Qiu, I am Yelü Yuqing. You must not harm my husband."

Yin Lihen was baffled by this scene. He felt that although the girl in front of him looked just like Qiu Ziyue, she didn't seem to know any martial arts.

"Is this really Qiu Ziyue?" Yin Lihen hesitated.

Beside the carriage, Yelü Chengyuan's servants quickly stepped forward and surrounded Yin Lihen.

Seeing this, Yin Lihen took out a smoke bomb from his person and lit it instantly.

Arutai sneered and brandished his long sword: "Hand over our queen, or don't blame us for being impolite!"

Holding an iron fan, Yin Lihen's eyes were sharp as she swiftly launched her attack.

Yin Lihen flashed forward, her iron fan striking Arutai like lightning. Arutai parried with his sword, but Yin Lihen's iron fan easily deflected the attack.

The iron fan seemed to come alive in his hands, each wave bringing with it a sharp gust of wind.

"Hmph, what can your little iron fan do to me?" Arutai mocked, but his tone already betrayed a hint of unease.

Yin Lihen sneered, and the iron fan suddenly sped up, unleashing three consecutive moves aimed directly at Arutai's vital points.

Arutai managed to parry, but felt powerless.

Yin Lihen's iron fan was not only fast, but also unpredictable and ever-changing.

At the same time, the other servants also rushed towards Qi Yuxuan and Leng Feng.

Qi Yuxuan's sword flashed, each strike carrying a powerful aura, forcing several enemies back.

Leng Feng responded with agile swordsmanship, nimbly weaving among the enemies and constantly searching for openings.

While dealing with Arutai, Yin Lihen kept an eye on his companions.

He knew that he had to deal with Arutai as soon as possible in order to relieve the pressure on Qi Yuxuan and Leng Feng.

Arutai gradually felt the strain, and the Iron Fan's attacks prevented him from concentrating on counterattacking.

Yin Lihen seized the opportunity, spun his iron fan, and struck Arutai's wrist directly.

Arutai's long sword flew out of his hand, and he was knocked back several steps.

"You lost," Yin Lihen said coldly, deftly retracting the iron fan into his hand.

Arutai's face turned ashen, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "You won't be able to abduct the princess!"

Having said that, Arughtai pulled out another steel knife from his bosom and stabbed it at the horse.