Qin Zhaoyue sighed inwardly. Life is full of dilemmas, and there was no perfect solution at this point.

"My lord, I obey the order."

Yin Zhe bowed and accepted the order, but before he could speak, Qin Zhaoyue shook her head and interrupted him:

"Since the powerful families dare to support my second brother, how could they not guard against assassination? He must be surrounded by many experts."

Even if the Xuanji Guard has elite warriors, they may not succeed. We probably only have one chance.

She turned to look at Jiang Wuyai and Chu Xinglan, who had remained standing quietly to the side, her gaze clear and sharp as snow:

"Senior brothers and sisters, I can only trouble you to come with me this time."

The entire room was astonished.

"No!"

"Sixth Brother, watch your words!"

Qin Zhaoyue raised her hand to stop the controversy:

"Even if we send a second-grade assassin, we can't guarantee their safety. What if the other side has a master close to the first grade?"

The timing was too coincidental, making one think of the assassination attempt on Master Yunmiao earlier.

Since there's a first one, who knows if there will be a second one?

Judging from Elder Xue's previous arduous battle, the two second-rank cultivators could at most fight him to a draw.

To achieve a decisive victory, one must gather all three elements—Heaven, Earth, and Man—to have a chance of survival.

No one can refute that.

The Third Princess's voice trembled:

"Zhaoyue, how can you risk your life? Besides, what will happen to Mother Empress if you go south..."

A weary smile curved Qin Zhaoyue's lips:

"So, is it possible that Third Sister will reclaim the Southern Territory before I fall asleep?"

Silence once again swallowed everything.

She said no more, only looking at Jiang Wuyai:

"Senior brother, I dare not presume to restore the former glory of the Tianyan Sect, but I can swear:"

This will ensure that your lineage is completely separated from the sorcerers who have repeatedly carried out assassinations, and that you are not implicated.

Within two generations of emperors, the legitimate lineage of the Baotian Yanzong sect was preserved, ensuring its continued existence.

Jiang Wuyai immediately cupped his hands in greeting: "Junior Sister, why do you say such things? Your senior brother will certainly protect you."

He meant to protect her, not that he was certain of success.

He had already made a decision in his heart: if things couldn't be done, he would take her away and leave.

Chu Xinglan chuckled softly, her voice sharp as a sword's cry: "It is my duty."

Qin Zhaoyue nodded slightly.

"In that case, let's get ready."