In the past, Song Yunyang always advocated offense, believing that only by defeating the enemy in front of them could the method be effective.

But things are different now. These assassins are very well coordinated and there are quite a few of them, so Song Yunyang can only fight and retreat at the same time.

As the fight continued, Song Yunyang found it increasingly difficult to defend herself. She was stabbed three times, all in her back, and the burning pain caused her to break out in a cold sweat.

Her steps began to falter, and the plain silver sword in her hand became heavy. Each swing of the sword felt like a struggle against her own physical strength.

Song Yunyang gripped the plain silver sword tightly, its tip trembling slightly. Her figure appeared exceptionally petite amidst the assassins' encirclement.

The assassins surged in like a tide, her heart sank, and her body grew increasingly weary from the battle, each swing of her sword becoming heavier and heavier.

"Who exactly are you?" Song Yunyang's voice trembled slightly, but her sword remained sharp.

The assassins did not answer; their eyes held only indifference and murderous intent.

Song Yunyang's back was soaked with cold sweat, and her wounds were even more painful. She felt her strength draining away little by little.

Gradually, Song Yunyang's swordsmanship began to become chaotic, while the assassins' attacks became increasingly fierce.

Just as Song Yunyang was about to fall, the gunfire outside the door suddenly became more intense, like thunder exploding in the night sky.

Two figures burst in from outside the palace gates like lightning. Chen Zhennan and Yan Shiyu rushed through the gates and charged towards the group of assassins.

Chen Zhennan's eyes burned with rage as he repeatedly pulled the trigger, knocking down one assassin after another who was closing in on Song Yunyang.

Every shot he fired was accurate; the assassins fell like scarecrows under his gun.

"Yunyang, hang in there!"

Chen Zhennan's voice carried a hint of anxiety as he weaved through the assassins, leading Yan Shiyu in a near-frenzied massacre.

As the number of assassins dwindled, Song Yunyang finally breathed a sigh of relief. She felt her strength draining away little by little, and finally collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

The plain silver sword lay to one side, its blade stained with blood.

After Chen Zhennan dealt with the group of assassins, he rushed to Song Yunyang's side, his eyes filled with worry.

"Yunyang, how are you?" Chen Zhennan's voice trembled, revealing his inner fear.

Song Yunyang raised her head, her face showing a hint of fatigue, but more so a dependence on Chen Zhennan: "I'm fine, just a little tired."

Chen Zhennan carefully picked up Song Yunyang and carried her into the house with steady and quick steps.

Yan Shiyu didn't even think about it and immediately turned around to get the first-aid kit.

After bringing the medicine box, Yan Shiyu immediately turned around and went out, standing guard at the door, his eyes warily scanning his surroundings.

Inside the room, Chen Zhennan gently placed Song Yunyang on the bed, his gaze falling on the wound on her back, a surge of intense anger and heartache welling up inside him.

The three wounds were shocking, and the blood had soaked through her clothes.

"Yunyang, bear with it, I'll treat your wounds." Chen Zhennan's voice was deep, his eyes full of concern.

Song Yunyang nodded slightly, too exhausted to even speak.

Chen Zhennan carefully unbuttoned Song Yunyang's clothes, revealing the three deep wounds.

His movements were gentle and skillful, each touch filled with care.

Fortunately, Song Yunyang is in good physical condition, and although these wounds look frightening, they are not fatal.

After carefully wiping away the bleeding to stop it, I then carefully bandaged the wound with gauze.

After treating the wound, Chen Zhennan stood up, his gaze fixed on Song Yunyang's face.

"Yunyang, take the anesthetic powder and rest first."

As he spoke, Chen Zhennan took out Mafeisan (a type of anesthetic) from the medicine box. He was afraid to use it before bandaging, fearing that Song Yunyang might lose consciousness due to the anesthetic and tear the wound.

Song Yunyang nodded obediently, took the anesthetic, lay down on the bed, and gradually closed her eyes.

Song Yunyang's breathing gradually became steady. She lay on the bed, and the fatigue on her face gradually disappeared in her sleep.

Chen Zhennan sat beside her, his gaze gentle yet firm, until he was sure she was sound asleep, then slowly stood up, turned and walked out of the room.

Outside the door, Yan Shiyu stood like a statue. Chen Zhennan walked to his side and asked in a deep voice, "Have you captured anyone alive?"

Yan Shiyu shook his head slightly and said with some disappointment, "These assassins are all suicide soldiers. There are more than fifty of them, including those outside the palace gate. All the assassins who were captured committed suicide by poison. There is not a single survivor."

Chen Zhennan gritted his teeth, walked into the courtyard, and picked up a long knife used by assassins.

His gaze lingered on the blade, which gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

The more Chen Zhennan looked at it, the more familiar it seemed. This knife was clearly the kind of sword used by Japanese soldiers in anti-Japanese war dramas. Could these people be...?

His doubts spread like wildfire, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

"Shiyu, pull his pants down for me."

Yan Shiyu was stunned for a moment, but still followed Chen Zhennan's instructions and pulled down the pants of one of the assassins.

Chen Zhennan looked down and couldn't help but snort. Sure enough, he had guessed right. They really were Japanese devils. Only a bunch of beasts would wear such a loincloth.

Chen Zhennan stood in the moonlight, holding the long knife he had taken from the assassin.

The blade gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and his eyes flashed with anger and determination.

Yan Shiyu stood beside him, his brows furrowed, and asked in confusion, "Your Majesty, who exactly are these assassins?"

Chen Zhennan sneered, his voice tinged with contempt: "These people are the Japanese devils who invaded other countries along the southeast coast, worse than animals."

A hint of doubt flashed in Yan Shiyu's eyes. He had never seen such attire before, nor had he ever imagined that these assassins would come from such a distant place.

Why are they here?

Chen Zhennan's gaze was fixed on the knife, his heart also filled with doubt.

“I can understand what these people do that has no bottom line, after all, they are a bunch of cowards who bully the weak and fear the strong at heart. But their presence here really surprised me.”

The southeastern coast is thousands of miles away from Beirong City. Why would these assassins travel such a long distance to come here?

Was it really just about assassinating him?

"Shiyu, immediately send people to investigate. I need information about these assassins, including how they entered the palace and their hideout in the capital."

"yes."

Yan Shiyu turned and left, and Chen Zhennan threw the knife on the ground and stomped it in two.

"With three sides surrounding my Great Yan, it seems there are quite a few wolves eyeing this piece of fat meat. But, since we're going to fight, let's deal with this one who's most deserving of a beating first."

Although the world has not yet reached the point where tragedy will occur, the indelible hatred in his heart is something Chen Zhennan can never forget in his lifetime.

"Let's settle both old and new scores!"