As night fell, Xingxing and Zhulin quietly appeared behind a rockery in the garden outside Prince Cheng's bedroom. After peeking around for a bit, they were pushed aside by Zhou Erfu and Zhou Sifu behind them.

Looking at the shadow pacing back and forth on the window paper, Zhou Erfu said in a low voice, "I'll go in with my fourth brother, knock the person out, and carry them out."

Zhu Lin pulled the man back and said seriously, "We must not be careless. I don't think this person is Prince Cheng. His martial arts skills must be quite high."

This is because they are afraid that Erfu and Sifu will be unable to win and will be killed. Prince Cheng also knows some kung fu, but he is far from being a master. Zhu Lin's kung fu is extremely high. Many times he can defeat people with one move. Now even he said that the other party's kung fu is not low. It can be seen that he should not be underestimated.

“Then you go ahead, my fourth brother and I will carry it.” Zhou Erfu tactfully stepped back.

"Brother Phosphorus, be careful." Xingxing grabbed the boy's hand and squeezed his palm.

Zhu Lin lowered her eyes and smiled faintly at her, "It's alright, I'm confident."

As soon as the boy finished speaking, he leaped forward and entered Prince Cheng's room. With his skill and speed, no ordinary person could resist him.

But this 'Prince Cheng' was clearly no ordinary person. In the blink of an eye, the sound of clashing swords came from inside the room. Xingxing stared at the two trembling figures inside, her eyes wide open, not daring to blink for fear of missing something.

When masters clash, the destructive power is evident. Before long, a loud bang was heard, and one of the people was kicked out. Xingxing saw that the person who flew out was wearing gray-red clothes, so she was relieved and did not go forward to check.

Soon, Zhu Lin flew out of the room. Prince Cheng reacted quickly and leaped up to continue fighting Zhu Lin with his sword.

About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, just as it seemed that Prince Cheng was about to lose, his opponent suddenly took a few steps back and used some kind of move. A burst of white smoke was seen, and Zhu Lin subconsciously took a few steps back.

The white smoke disappeared quickly, vanishing in a few breaths, along with Prince Cheng.

Xingxing ran quickly towards the boy, cautiously looking around, "Where did Brother Lin go? It was like magic, he just disappeared suddenly."

Zhu Lin's expression darkened slightly. He had no intention of chasing after them. "That person is not Prince Cheng. The other party is using Japanese swordsmanship. The move just now was called ninjutsu."

"Ninjutsu?" Xingxing, Erfu, and Sifu all looked bewildered.

Zhu Lin explained, "It's a kind of invisibility technique, which is something that the Japanese are good at. It's just a trivial skill. However, this fake Prince Cheng's skills are indeed quite good. He was able to withstand dozens of moves from me and finally escaped using ninjutsu."

"Are we just going to let him get away like this?" Zhou Erfu thought about giving chase, but then realized he was no match for his opponent, so he didn't act on impulse.

"My senior brothers are waiting at the entrance of the Prince's Mansion; they should be able to intercept him," Zhu Lin said calmly.

However, in reality, the eldest brother and his companions did not stop Prince Cheng, because he did not leave through the main gate or the back door.

“So this palace probably has many secret passages, and he must have escaped through one of them.” After Zhu Lin finished speaking, he signaled to the group of guards to find all the secret passages in the palace.

After escaping from the palace, Prince Cheng went directly to the prefect of Anyang Prefecture, hoping the prefect would help him kill the group of people sent by the imperial court.

"Are you crazy? Although you are a prince, the other party is the most favored princess of the emperor and the daughter and son-in-law of the general. Neither of them are people we can touch. Do you want to rebel?" The prefect was suspicious and uncertain. Looking at the blood-stained long sword in Prince Cheng's hand, his fingers were trembling.

"Rebellion? That's a good idea. Then I'll rebel. You take the other officials, gather all the soldiers, and rebel with me. The first step is to kill the eldest princess and her entourage. Then we'll take over the entire south. Once we've taken over the south, taking over the entire Great Jin Dynasty will be just around the corner!"

Prince Cheng thought about it more and more and felt that this method was feasible, because he couldn't think of a better way.

"The entire Anyang Prefecture only has less than 10,000 troops, while the imperial court has sent 20,000. How can we fight like this?" The prefect hesitated and made excuses, clearly unwilling to cooperate with Prince Cheng.

He realized that this Prince Cheng was a brave but reckless man who did everything on a whim and wanted to order others to work for him without giving him any benefits. Where in the world is there such a good thing?

The prefect and other officials were forced to collude with Prince Cheng because of his military strength. If they were just doing things to harm the people and extort money, that would be fine, and everyone could cooperate.

But now they're talking about rebellion, a capital offense that could implicate nine generations of one's family. If this Prince Cheng were capable, we could consider supporting him; the reward of being a heir to the throne would be worth the gamble. What a pity...

"Why won't you help me? If you refuse to help me, do you know what will happen to you?" Prince Cheng said with a ferocious expression, grabbing the prefect's arm.

The prefect shook his head, wanting to say that he wasn't unwilling to help him, but just needed time to prepare. However, Yokoyama Ichiro used too much force in his hand, so much so that he couldn't speak and could only struggle and shake his head desperately.

"Still refusing to agree, still shaking your head? Fine, very well. If I don't get better, none of you will live well either." Yokoyama Ichiro raised his knife and brought it down, and the prefect's head fell to the ground.

The clerk, who was eavesdropping behind the door, didn't dare to breathe loudly. He had long heard that Prince Cheng was irritable and bloodthirsty, but since Prince Cheng came to Anyang Prefecture, everyone had only seen him fighting hard against the Japanese pirates. They had never seen him kill the people. Today, the clerk had witnessed his true nature. It was really terrifying.

"Who's there? Come out." Yokoyama Ichiro was highly skilled in martial arts, and his hearing was also excellent; he could detect even the slightest noise from the person outside the door.

The advisor was terrified and turned to run, but Yokoyama Ichiro's sword was faster. He stabbed through the door from the inside, piercing through both the door and himself.

The bright red blood covered the entire door panel. The clerk's eyes were wide open. He fell straight to the ground and died without closing his eyes.

Once Yokoyama Ichiro started killing, he couldn't stop. Just as he was about to unleash a massacre on the prefect's inner quarters with his sword, Zhu Qiuyu, Zhu Xichen, and Zhu Yueran arrived.

After exchanging a few blows with Zhu Qiuyu, Yokoyama Ichiro realized he was no match and decisively fled. Zhu Qiuyu and his two companions chased him for most of the night, finally reaching the beach, where they watched him leap into the sea and disappear.

The people of Xianwu Island also grew up on the island and were naturally good swimmers, but they did not jump into the sea to chase after him. They just watched the blood spreading on the surface of the sea, but the person who jumped into the sea did not float up.

Yokoyama Ichiro was stabbed in the back and was seriously injured. Even if he escaped this time, he would still need to recuperate for a period of time.

"Send people to search every fishing village and every dock, look on the boats. I refuse to believe we can't find him, unless he died at sea," Zhu Qiuyu said calmly, staring at the sea.

They didn't call any fishermen to retrieve it. Prince Cheng's martial arts skills were so high that even if he was struck by a sword, he could still quickly swim away from there; he would surely escape to a more distant place.