Chapter 13: Being spoiled and arrogant

People can be given away for free, but heads are for fun and cannot be given away alone. Chen Yanheng choked and continued to hold An Qin's hand shamelessly, rubbing her and chatting about family matters as if they were a real couple.

When the time came, An Qin couldn't wait to pull his hand back, staring at him quietly, and said in a cold voice, "The account book."

Chen Yanheng lifted the curtain and took a look. It was exactly noon, not a minute more or less. He cursed him for being heartless and smiled slightly. "It's in Dengque Palace. I'll give it to you when you get off the car."

"oh."

An Qin nodded calmly, looked at the hand that the tutor extended again, clenched his fist silently, and moved his butt away from the man.

Shen Yanheng, who caught nothing, said: "..."

Chen Yanheng glanced with amusement at the assassin who was huddled in the corner of the carriage, folding his arms in front of him and closing his eyes to rest.

An Qin had been watching Chen Yanheng's every move with his peripheral vision. When he saw him close his eyes, he felt inexplicably relieved. He raised his head slightly in the direction of the man, looking at the man who had repeatedly made him lose face.

Chen Yanheng sensed a hidden gaze, straightened his back calmly, held his breath, and raised the corners of his lips, making his profile look even more handsome.

The man sat motionless, his snow-white bachelor's gown making him look as gentle as jade, and as quiet as a jade statue. If there was a woman sitting in the corner of the carriage, I'm afraid she would have been bewitched and determined to marry him.

It’s a pity that not only is she not a woman, but she is also an assassin with a mission.

An Qin narrowed his eyes and thought that since he would get the account book later, he might as well kill him directly.

Thinking of this, a hint of coldness suddenly flashed across his eyes, and An Qin's whole face became solemn.

But after just a moment, he dismissed the idea - it was inappropriate.

The account book concerns Fengyue Villa. The owner of the villa did not explicitly order it to be destroyed directly, so it must be sent back intact. It would be a small matter for him and this shameless villain to die together. If the account book is damaged or accidentally falls into the hands of palace people, it will definitely not benefit Fengyue Villa.

The owner of the manor came to the imperial city in person, so he must do a good job on this matter.

An Qin glanced coldly at the elegant and handsome face: It would be better to cripple him and shut him up, then use his identity to leave the palace.

An Qin absolutely didn't believe that Chen Yanheng would actually send someone to escort him safely out of the palace. His first assassination lesson was that one should never trust anyone unless they were in dire straits. He had been forced to sacrifice himself for the account book, but now that the other party knew he had taken it, how could they possibly let him go?

Although this Grand Tutor was cunning, he would never be his match unless he used some underhanded tactics. Along the way, only the outermost palace gate required him to get off the car for inspection, and the process of leaving the palace would be even simpler. As long as he took Grand Tutor Sheng hostage to the palace gate, he could escape safely even if the Imperial Guards chased him.

Fortunately, he met Nineteen the day before yesterday, otherwise he would be injured now and would probably not be able to escape unscathed.

As expected of the manor owner's secret guard, he is so foresighted!

An Qin envied Ying Nineteen for a while, and then made up his mind to join the ranks of the secret guards. He sat up straight, lowered his head and squeezed silently into the corner, and began to think about his next moves and chances of winning in his mind.

The carriage took another half an hour to arrive slowly.

Chen Yanheng pretended to wake up and stretched, and was about to get off the car with An Qin, but unexpectedly the latter turned around and slipped out through the gap first.

The speed was so fast that even the palace servant who was moving the stool was stunned for a moment. Then he continued to put the stool in place, bowed and offered his hands, inviting the distinguished person in the carriage to get off.

Chen Yanheng smiled and walked down slowly on the stool.

"Everyone, go down."

"yes."

The palace maid left with the carriage, and Chen Yanheng pushed open the door of Dengque Palace.

An Qin followed closely behind, looking around vigilantly.

"Give me the account book."

Chen Yanheng walked straight to Babu's bed, opened the curtains, lifted the mattress, and activated the mechanism inside.

An Qin suddenly opened his eyes wide. He had suffered a lot on Shen Yanheng's bed. When he saw the bed with a mechanism, he subconsciously thought that this tutor had installed hidden weapons in the palace, so he stretched out his hands to protect several vital points.

The hidden weapon was not launched, but "click"

A crisp sound was heard, and a secret compartment popped out from the carving on the side of the bed.

Chen Yanheng took out a thick account book hidden in the secret compartment, flipped through it, and nodded: "So it's the assassin of Fengyue Villa."

An Qin frowned and said, "Give it to me."

Shen Yanheng closed the account book and handed it to him with a smile.

An Qin was a little surprised that he was given the book without being humiliated. He glanced cautiously at the despicable tutor who was smiling radiantly, and pinched a corner of the blue book, but couldn't pull it apart.

As expected, I still have to...

Chen Yanheng said reluctantly: "I'll give you the things. Will you come to see me next time?"

Since we haven't got his head yet, we'll have to come. An Qin's face darkened, he grabbed half of the account book, and pulled it towards him with all his strength. At the same time, he bent his legs and pointed his toes towards Shen Yanheng's wrist.

Shen Yanheng could only let go of the account book and turn around to avoid it.

An Qin stuffed the notebook into his innermost underwear and held it close to his chest, pulled the bed curtain over him, and chased after him with his fists waved.

Although Shen Yanheng had practiced before, he was no match for the number one assassin. After just three moves, he was at a disadvantage.

Just as he was about to call for help, the light-colored gauze was twisted into a line and grabbed Shen Yanheng's throat. An Qin quickly tied Shen Yanheng's hands together, stuffed the remaining gauze into Shen Yanheng's mouth to block his voice, and prepared to remove his arms.

Chen Yanheng secretly thought that something was wrong, and struggled. While enduring the severe pain of his left arm being dislocated, he took off the ring on his index finger and kicked it to the side, breaking the vase in the window.

At the moment the sound of porcelain breaking was heard, there was a sudden rustling sound outside the door. Four tall men in golden armor climbed through the window and fell into the house. One of them held a bow and arrow and shot three arrows at An Qin, while the other met the assassin head-on and took the opportunity to rescue their powerful Taifu of the Daliang Dynasty.

Two fists cannot beat four hands, not to mention that these are the royal guards who secretly protect the emperor, so their martial arts skills will only be better.

An Qin didn't expect that the Grand Tutor had a trick up his sleeve. His plan failed, and he might not be able to leave the palace today.

An Qin protected the account book on his chest and retreated to the window with a cold face. He observed the environment outside the window with his peripheral vision so that he could climb over the wall and escape at any time.

"Ugh!" Chen Yanheng was finally untied. He endured the pain as his dislocated arm was fixed. He groaned, and before he could catch his breath, he raised his hand and said hurriedly, "Wait a minute."

Hearing this, the four secret guards looked at him in unison.

Shen Yanheng twisted his wrist, a smile on his face still tinged with pain: "He is not an assassin."

Chen Yanheng took a few steps forward, half of his body blocking An Qin. He reached out and took An Qin's fist, wrapped it in his palm, and smiled gently, "It's my family."

An Qin suddenly gave a complicated look to Shen Yanheng who was covering up for him, and pursed his lips.

Just as he was feeling strange emotions, his palm was suddenly touched frivolously. Chen Yanheng, pressing the red mark on his neck, tilted his head towards him and winked secretly: "You have been spoiled by me on weekdays and have become a little arrogant because of my favor."