The man in black felt numb all over and couldn't move, but his mind was perfectly clear.

"Want to die? Do you think it's that easy, Yang Quan?" Zhao Shu said slowly and deliberately.

A flash of shock crossed Yang Quan's eyes. He never expected that the Yongwang Mansion, which seemed like a funnel, would have such a master, and that the seemingly willful and capricious princess would have such skills.

When was he exposed? Why did the people of the Prince Yong's Mansion know his name? Several questions arose in his mind.

Unfortunately, Zhao Shu wouldn't explain it to him. In fact, she wasn't even sure if this person was Yang Quan. In her previous life, she had only heard Gu Chongxuan say, "Could that person be Yang Quan, the leader of the Yang family's assassins?"

However, judging from the reaction, this person is undoubtedly Yang Quan.

Poor Yang Quan, who looked down on the Yongwang Mansion from the bottom of his heart, only showed a shocked look in his eyes, which made Zhao Shu realize his identity.

Zhao Shu looked at him with amusement, "This princess will not kill you, nor does she need your information. Without you, this princess would like to see how Yang Zhong is utterly defeated."

Yang Quan had also emerged from a pile of corpses, yet at this moment he found the nine-year-old child before him utterly terrifying, as if she were the true vengeful ghost who had crawled out of hell.

After saying that, Zhao Shu leisurely left the study in the main courtyard. Xiao Zhuzi quickly tied Yang Quan up a few more times and gagged him again.

The Prince Yong's mansion was sparsely populated, and the main courtyard had been uninhabited for ten years. There were also many empty rooms. Yang Zhong probably never imagined that his leader of the assassins would be abandoned here.

When they entered the palace, Zhao Shu was somewhat dazed, and Prince Yong was also lost in thought. The two of them traveled slowly towards the palace in two separate carriages.

"Clop clop clop clop." A series of rapid horse hooves sounded as Green Ivy said, "Who is riding a horse on the street so early in the morning?"

Zhao Shu felt a bit stuffy in the carriage. She lifted the curtain and suddenly stopped, "How could it be him?"

"Who?" Green Ivy asked.

Zhao Shu didn't answer; she just kept thinking about things silently the whole way.