Everyone thought Zhu Yunwen was dead, and the king and prince of Chechi Kingdom were overjoyed.

After all, Zhu Yunwen was their greatest enemy, and they had long wanted him dead, especially since he had reached cooperation agreements with other countries on weapons, but had not established any cooperation with Chechi Kingdom.

This made Chechi Kingdom even more aware of the danger.

That's why they're so willing to go to such lengths to kill Zhu Yunwen.

Now that they have succeeded, they are naturally very happy, but Chechi Kingdom is also afraid of facing a lot of retaliation.

So the king of Chechi Kingdom said to the prince:

"This matter is ultimately very serious. Now that we have succeeded, what we need to do now is to quickly distance ourselves from this and do our best to prove that we did not do this."

The prince of Chechi Kingdom smiled confidently and said:

"Father, rest assured, I have already devised a plan. It is absolutely impossible for him to find out the truth. I have already thought of a countermeasure."

The king immediately became interested and asked:

"What methods does my son have to deal with this? Tell me, so I can put my mind at ease."

The prince of Chechi Kingdom immediately said:

"First of all, Zhu Yunwen, the grandson of the Ming emperor, has never been to our Chechi Kingdom. So we have no idea where he is going or where he has been. So how could we possibly kill him?"

Secondly, Zhu Yunwen died in the Ming Dynasty, not in Chechi Kingdom. It is inappropriate for him to cause trouble for Chechi Kingdom after dying in the Ming Dynasty.

Third, there is no evidence to prove that it was Chechi Kingdom that killed Zhu Yunwen.

Fourth, those assassins are already dead, so there's no way to verify their identities. Their families will also die, and there will be no trace of their existence. Naturally, there's no way to trace them back to being assassins from our Chechi Kingdom.

"If we do all of this, then there is no reason to say that our Chechi Kingdom killed the grandson of the Ming Dynasty."

The King of Chechi laughed heartily upon hearing this, and then said:

"Yes, once the people we send out die, and their families also die, then these people cease to exist."

Apart from you and me, no one in the world knows that those assassins exist, nor does anyone know what they do.

This makes it absolutely impossible for the Ming Dynasty to find any evidence on this issue.

Both of them laughed, their laughter extremely arrogant and triumphant.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

After being disguised by two assassins, Zhu Yunwen had some fake skin applied to his face, and after further makeup and facial lifting, he really looked like a completely different person.

It's impossible to see any connection whatsoever with what came before.

Even Zhu Yunwen couldn't recognize himself when he looked in the mirror.

"This art of disguise is truly remarkable; it can actually change a person's appearance. It seems there are many talents like you in this world."

The two assassins smiled, and the burly man said to Zhu Yunwen:

“Your Highness, once you are disguised, no one will be able to recognize you. We two must also disguise ourselves to prevent the people of Chechi Kingdom from discovering us and ruining our plan.”

So the two of them also underwent a transformation, becoming people who looked completely different from before.

After this disguise, Zhu Yunwen prepared to leave the valley and go outside to see what was going on.

After all, the news of his own death would definitely cause a huge uproar, and so on.

After Zhu Yuntong and the other two assassins disguised themselves, they changed their names. Zhu Yuntong changed his name to Zhu Dapao, the big assassin named Zhang San, and the other named Li Si.

So the three of them left the valley together and went to the town. When they arrived in the town, they truly realized how high Zhu Yunwen's status was in the Ming Dynasty.

In the town, almost every household had white cloths hanging in front of their doors, which was equivalent to them holding a memorial ceremony for Zhu Yunwen. This scene brought tears to Zhu Yunwen's eyes.

He seemed to feel the love and respect the people had for him, and also their mourning for him.

Every household hung white cloths, and the people all wore expressions of sorrow.

Unlike before, they were all happily strolling and playing on the streets.

Now they are almost all staying at home, perhaps mourning Zhu Yunwen in their grief.

If the people of a remote town can spontaneously take such actions, one can imagine how much more they must have done in other places.

After wandering around the town for a while, Zhu Yunwen entered an inn.

The first floor of this inn is where the dining area is located, and it's usually bustling with people and information.

Once inside, the inn was decorated with white cloths, and even the waiters and the owner wore white cloths around their waists.

Zhu Yunwen could clearly sense the sorrowful atmosphere inside. After entering, he slowly sat down, called the waiter to order a few dishes, and then said:

"Waiter, why are all the families here dressed in white mourning clothes?"

The waiter glanced at Zhu Yunwen in shock, then said:

"Don't you know, sir?"

Zhu Yunwen shook his head, feigning doubt, and said:

"I wonder what exactly happened?"

Although he knew what had happened, he still thought it best to ask just in case he was just imagining things.

Then the waiter spoke up:

"Alas, the heavens are jealous of talent! My great Ming crown prince was such a genius, like a god among men, yet he died young, killed by bandits while trying to save thousands of people in a village."

Such a good grandson who served the country and its people has now lost his life. This is a loss for our Great Ming Dynasty, and also a loss for our Ming Dynasty.

We have benefited from the advantages and privileges brought by the Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty. Now that he is dead, how can we not wear mourning clothes for him? Enough said…”

The waiter rubbed his eyes and then turned to prepare the dishes.

The two assassins, Zhang San and Li Si, once again looked at Zhu Yunwen with admiration.

How could such a person not inspire admiration and worship?

Zhu Yunwen gave a bitter smile. Sure enough, everyone in the world thought he was dead, so all of this was preparation for his death.

However, he did not actually die; in fact, he had a good appetite.

Of all the guests eating on the first floor of the inn, only Zhu Yunwen and the two assassins had a good appetite.

Everyone else was grieving over Zhu Yunwen's death, but Zhu Yunwen himself was here eating and drinking heartily.

There was no other way; I was recuperating from my injury these past few days, and there wasn't much good food to eat in the mountains, mostly just some tasteless wild game. Now that I'm finally able to enjoy some delicious food, how can I not feast to my heart's content?

Of course, their actions also aroused dissatisfaction among those around them.

Then an old man, leaning on his cane, angrily spoke up:

“My great Ming dynasty’s crown prince died for the country and its people. Now the world is in mourning, yet you three are still so heartless and cruel. It’s utterly hateful.”