Just as he was about to lie down in bed and have a good sleep, he suddenly felt a cold wind sweep across his neck.

He sat up abruptly and saw a Taoist priest in a gray robe, wrapped up tightly, standing at the door.

He was startled and was about to say, "You..."

"Things are almost over. You haven't let Song Yanran notice anything amiss these past few days, have you?"

"No, no, everything was done according to your orders, and I did my best to please His Majesty."

"Yes, after you marry the Empress, you will be the emperor of the Dragon Han Dynasty. This wealth and honor will be yours for the rest of your life."

Upon hearing this, Di Fei was greatly alarmed.

"Damn it, this is really pushing my entire clan to the brink of death! Damn, the emperor of the Dragon Han Dynasty?"

I'm afraid I'll be served that grand feast of eight cold and eight hot dishes before I even sit on the dragon throne.

"Old man, you've chosen the wrong path. Since you want me dead, then I won't just sit here and wait to die."

Seeing Di Fei's stunned expression, the gray-robed Taoist asked, "What, you don't believe me?"

"I believe you, of course I believe you," Di Feijing said with a humble smile. "It's just that I'm afraid I'm really not up to the task of being the ruler of this country."

"You can rest assured about that; our strength far exceeds your imagination."

"As long as you obediently follow our instructions, the throne of the Dragon Han Celestial Dynasty will surely belong to you."

Di Fei smiled broadly, but inwardly he cursed, "I thank your ancestors for eight generations! Even if this really works out, I'll still be nothing more than a puppet."

I should cooperate with Chu Liuxiang, leave this place of trouble as soon as possible, reunite with my family, and live a peaceful life, never again getting involved in these messy affairs.

As for you, you'd better think about how to make someone mourn your death in a dignified way. I wish the grass on your whole family's graves wouldn't grow taller than your kneecaps.

"What do you need me to do?"

"As usual, as long as we don't arouse Song Yanran's suspicion, we must be even more careful not to let anyone see through our scheme, especially at this crucial moment."

"I see. Then I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you."

"What do you mean by that? You dare betray me?"

"No, no, no, please don't misunderstand. It's just that someone has figured out that my identity is fake, and they've been causing me trouble every day lately."

The gray-robed Taoist priest was taken aback upon hearing this: "Who is it?"

“There’s this guy named Chu Liuxiang. I’ve already been beaten up twice by him. He keeps saying I’m a pretty boy and not good enough for the Empress. He’ll definitely expose my true colors at the wedding ceremony.”

"Chu Liuxiang?"

The gray-robed Taoist muttered a few words, then said, "You don't need to worry about this matter. After today, there will be no more Chu Liuxiang in this world."

After speaking, the gray-robed Taoist turned into black smoke and disappeared from the spot.

"Brother Chu, I have followed your instructions and led the man to you. I suppose I have kept my promise?"

Whether I can get away now depends on your performance. Hurry up and kill this guy; I'm here waiting to see a river of blood.

...

Upon returning to Yanhuang City, Shen Zhao was planning to head straight for Weiyang Palace.

Just as they passed through East Street, a cluster of silver needles suddenly flew out from around the corner.

With a sweep of the folding fan, all the hidden weapons were swept away.

But soon a dozen or so female swordsmen surrounded him.

Shen Zhao focused his gaze and saw that it was indeed an assassin from the Wind and Rain Pavilion.

"Ladies, have I offended you in any way?"

"You take money to solve problems for others, but I'm sorry, you must die today."

As soon as he finished speaking, the assassins drew their swords and took their positions, forming a battle formation.

Shen Zhao touched his nose, completely ignoring the group of Karami in front of him. His gaze was already fixed on the woman by the window in a two-story tile-roofed house five hundred meters away.

The woman, dressed in a tight-fitting leather outfit, looked heroic and valiant. Holding a top-grade Heavenly Rank spirit bow, she slowly drew an arrow from the quiver, which emitted a chilling aura, nocked it on the bowstring, and aimed at a distant target.