"The Divine Machine Battalion outside the Eastern Palace is resting today. Jia Long should not move. He will wait until he is on duty and then come out with him to assassinate the Emperor."

Upon hearing Song Yunyang's words, Yan Shiyu did not hesitate at all and hurriedly turned and left.

At this moment, Chen Zhennan slowly stood up, reached behind him and took a rifle from the shelf, then casually slung it over his shoulder.

Seeing Chen Zhennan's posture, Song Yunyang hurriedly asked, "Brother Nan, you're not thinking of going to find Jia Long too, are you? Your injuries haven't healed yet."

"I'm not afraid!" Chen Zhennan waved his hand, a confident smile playing on his lips. "If you're confident you can take down Jia Long, why would I be afraid?"

Song Yunyang looked at him and frowned slightly, advising, "I advise you not to go. If something happens to you, who will take charge?"

Chen Zhennan clicked his tongue, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a gentle emotion.

He knew Song Yunyang meant well, but he was determined to play his part in this performance tonight.

Taking Song Yunyang's hand, Chen Zhennan led her towards the door.

"Tonight is your show, I'm just here to play with the dog, don't worry."

Song Yunyang's face was full of helplessness as Chen Zhennan pulled her away from the Imperial Study without saying a word and hurried towards the East Palace.

A gentle night breeze stirred, and the palace lanterns swayed, adding a touch of mystery to the tense atmosphere.

Originally, the Imperial Guards were allowed to be stationed outside the East Palace, but since Chen Zhennan had just registered his marriage, the East Palace was still vacant, and Song Yunyang lived in Yong'an Palace. Since the two had no children, the Imperial Guards were allowed to be stationed near the East Palace.

Yan Shiyu led two hundred special forces soldiers to the outside of Shenji Camp, blocking all possible exits to ensure that Jia Long could not escape again.

Each path was guarded by ten people. Yan Shiyu had already given him a lot of face. The members of the special forces team were all experts. Even Jia Long might not be a match for them in a one-on-one fight.

Song Yunyang followed Chen Zhennan to the East Palace, and the two of them climbed up the ladder to the roof one after the other.

The two men lay prone on the roof. Chen Zhennan took a rifle from behind his back, his eyes sharp, and aimed it at the Shenji Battalion.

After arranging everything, Yan Shiyu quickly ran into the East Palace and looked up at Chen Zhennan's position.

"Your Majesty, everything is ready. Even if Jia Long is the Emperor himself, he won't be able to escape!"

Chen Zhennan grunted and sneered, "Go, kick Jia Long out of the military camp. The show is about to begin!"

Yan Shiyu said "Yes, sir," then turned and left, his figure quickly disappearing into the night.

On the rooftop, Chen Zhennan looked at Song Yunyang with a hint of worry, his eyes revealing deep concern.

"If things don't go well, don't fight head-on; let Shiyu handle it."

Although the specially made bow and arrow are now in Song Yunyang's hands, Jia Long is no ordinary person. If something happens to Song Yunyang, it would be a great loss.

Song Yunyang nodded slightly, gave Chen Zhennan a confident smile, and then flipped over and jumped off the roof.

Just as Song Yunyang's figure disappeared into the night, Chen Zhennan heard shouts of battle coming from the direction of the Shenji Camp.

The sound, like ocean waves, surged one after another, breaking the stillness of the night.

Chen Zhennan lay prone on the roof, his eyes fixed on the direction from which the sound came, his rifle steadily aimed.

However, despite the loud noise, Chen Zhennan knew very well that it was all bark and no bite; Yan Shiyu was just putting on an act.

On Song Yunyang's side, carrying the bow and arrow specially made by Chen Zhennan, she was ready and waiting for Jia Long to appear.

She stood on the wall, her shadow stretching long in the moonlight.

Her eyes were sharp as she slowly drew an arrow from behind her back, pulled back the bowstring, took a deep breath, and waited quietly for Jia Long to appear.

Inside the Shenji Camp, Jia Long was like a trapped wild beast, frantically fleeing.

His heart was pounding, and sweat blurred his vision. The escape route he had planned before entering the palace had been completely disrupted by Yan Shiyu's tight defense.

He originally planned to escape through the back door of the East Palace, but Yan Shiyu's ten team members guarded the door like an iron barrel, leaving him with no way to escape.

Helpless, he turned around and changed his route, but no matter how he ran or changed his route, the special forces members always appeared in time to block his way.

Every corner and every passageway in the palace became a testament to his despair.

Jia Long's breathing became more and more rapid. The once interconnected palace had now become like a maze.

Song Yunyang waited patiently on the wall, her gaze sharp as an eagle's, fixed on every corner where her target might appear.

Finally, a panicked figure appeared to her right. The figure was moving very fast and was rushing towards her.

"I've finally waited for you."

A cold glint flashed in Song Yunyang's eyes. She narrowed her eyes slightly and aimed at the spot where Jia Long was about to pass by.

Song Yunyang's fingers were steady and strong. She took a deep breath and then suddenly let go.

In an instant, the arrow, accompanied by the whistling sound of a phoenix's cry, shot through the air and flew straight toward Jia Long.

Jia Long was all too familiar with the sound of arrows; the whistling sound, like the cry of a phoenix, was like the call of death, making his nerves extremely tense.

The moment he heard that sound, he stopped in his tracks without thinking. The next second, the arrow flew past him, almost grazing his chest.

With a clang, the arrow pierced the stone wall beside him, sending up stone chips that stung his face.

Turning his head to look at the arrow, Jia Long was not surprised at all; it was clearly the same arrow he had used earlier.

Song Yunyang on the wall frowned slightly, not expecting Jia Long to react so quickly.

He quickly pulled out another arrow from behind his back and shot it again in Jia Long's direction.

It was that familiar voice again. Without thinking, Jia Long rolled on the spot, and the arrow flew past his scalp, the sound of the wind making his scalp tingle.

He turned around and hid in the corner, only then realizing something was wrong. The special forces soldiers blocking his way were just surrounding him without chasing him.

"Chen Zhennan, you've got yourself into this mess. If you want to play, I'll play along, but I'm afraid you'll get burned!"

Gritting his teeth, Jia Long's eyes suddenly turned fierce. He pulled back the bow with both hands, flashed out from the corner of the wall, and shot an arrow in the direction from which the arrow had come.

Even though we don't know the opponent's location, we still need to fight back and force them to reveal their position so that we can have a chance to compete. Otherwise, if we keep hiding in the corner, we will be shot sooner or later.

On Song Yunyang's side, seeing the flying arrow, he released it and fired one, then quickly turned to dodge it.

"What a sharpshooter! Looks like we're in for some fun today!"