"Anyone who trespasses on the Prime Minister's residence shall die!"

"You little brat, what a big mouth you have!!"

The leader of the Southern Zhou spies rushed forward and slashed at the young man's waist with his knife.

The young man lightly touched the ground with his toes and used his knee to flick the bamboo broom up. The broom bristles brushed across the Southern Zhou spy's hand and then swept towards his face.

The Southern Weekly spy felt a numbness in his hand, the knife fell to the ground, and his face felt like it had been brushed across with an iron brush. He was in so much pain that he quickly covered his eyes.

Seeing this, the other Southern Zhou spies stopped and looked directly at the boy in front of them.

"Boy, who are you? Are you also a soldier of the garrison?"

The boy took a step forward and stepped into the moonlight, only to find that although his face still looked childish, his body was no different from that of an adult, and even gave people a sense of robustness.

Just then, a girl's voice came from behind the moon gate: "Third Young Master, it's time to take a bath!"

"I'll be there in a bit!" the boy immediately replied, turning around.

"The water will get cold if it doesn't come soon!"

"I love taking cold showers! Don't rush me, I'll come after practicing for a bit more!"

The boy seemed a little embarrassed. He grinned at the Southern Zhou spy, revealing two rows of white teeth, and then swept the bamboo broom forward.

A cloud of dust rose up from beneath their feet, slowly ascending.

With overwhelming momentum!

"I am Zhao Yan, from the Right Prime Minister's Residence!"

The soldiers who were nearby breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Zhao Yan.

"The Third Young Master is still awake. It's alright, it's alright."

"The Third Young Master is guarding the inner courtyard, brothers, you don't need to be distracted. Kill all these scoundrels!"

"Third Young Master is watching us, don't let him laugh at us again. Let's put in more effort and see who kills the most!"

Zhao Yan ignored the shouts of the guards, looked at the stunned Southern Zhou spies, stretched out a hand and beckoned them, saying, "What are you daydreaming about? Come on, I'll play with you."

"If you can even step through this moon gate, I'll admit defeat!"