Wu Shang and Wu Zhong lowered their heads in embarrassment: "We encountered these assassins as soon as we returned, and we didn't even have time to go inside..."

"you!"

Upon hearing this, both Hei Xiao and Shang Xiye felt a pang of anxiety and quickly stepped over the corpses on the ground to rush to the inner courtyard.

As soon as the two entered the inner courtyard, they saw a person standing on the roof of Ji Fengyao's residence.

The man was dressed in a green robe fluttering in the wind, with the bright moon behind him, and a white gauze hat on his head.

The light gauze robes fluttered in the night breeze, so ethereal and graceful, like a banished immortal descending to earth, ready to ride the wind and disappear at any moment.

Before he could speak...

The young man in the blue robe flicked his long sleeves, and a piece of paper flew through the air before he turned and leaped away.

Black Owl reached out and took the note, glanced at it, turned around and handed it to Shang Xiye, then quickly followed after him.

Shang Xiye unfolded the note and read the words on it, feeling a slight sense of relief, but a dark undercurrent surged in his eyes.

—Father, if you had known that today, my elder brother would personally reopen my deepest wounds and murder my beloved person simply because of an unverified statement, what do you think I should have done?

The courtyard was littered with corpses and bloodstained remnants of soldiers.

Shang Xiye bent down and picked up a blood-stained, broken sword. His eyes were cold and icy. He raised his hand and handed the broken sword to Wuying behind him. His voice was low and suppressed, as if it came from the deepest hell: "Send it to the Dragon Pillow. Make sure it penetrates three-tenths of an inch into the wood!"

"Yes, Your Highness!" Wuying replied in a deep voice, and personally carried the broken sword away.

Wu Shang and Wu Zhong followed anxiously, only to see the backs of the young man in green and the black owl disappearing into the distance.

"Your Highness, should we send reinforcements to Black Owl?" Wu Zhong asked cautiously.

"No need," Shang Xiye coldly looked up at Wu Zhong: "I order you to seize all the medicinal herbs under Xue Yanshou's name and all the silver under Jia Gongzi's name within ten days. And promptly and anonymously submit the intelligence and accounting evidence you have found to His Majesty."

"Yes, Your Highness!" Wu Zhong solemnly accepted the order.

He knew that Shang Xiye was furious, and the four secret guards were equally angry.

The prince has finally fallen in love, and the manor has finally found a mistress, yet those people are so intolerant of it. Do they really think we're pushovers?

Are you all just causing trouble?

Let's see whose mess is bigger!

Shang Xiye entered the room, where Lin Shuang and Bai Lu were silently tidying up the caltrops and jade tube fragments.

The magpie lay on the cool couch by the window.

Wuhen strode over and checked the magpie's neck, discovering that she had only been acupunctured, and quickly untied her pressure points.

"Little...!" The magpie stood up and was about to cry out in surprise, but Wuhen covered its mouth in time.

"The princess is still taking a medicinal bath inside, please don't disturb her, young lady," Lin Shuang said quietly, knowing that Xi Que and Wu Hen didn't get along.

Feeling the magpie nod obediently, Wuhen finally let go, fidgeting with his fingers somewhat awkwardly before walking away.

Xi Que hurriedly ran behind the screen and saw that Ji Fengyao and the bathtub were covered with a light gauze and were fine, so he was relieved.

"Young Master, has that person been caught?" Xi Que walked up to Shang Xiye and asked hesitantly.

"Did he knock you out?" Shang Xiye asked back.

Xique nodded. The usually carefree girl was unusually silent for a moment, then hesitated and said, "He doesn't seem to be with those assassins. He even played the flute for Miss, and I think his figure looks very familiar."

"He came in!" Shang Xiye's aura suddenly turned chilling.

Lin Shuang quickly gave Xi Que a look, signaling her to stop talking.

But Xique had no such suspicion. Instead, she asked Lin Shuang, completely bewildered, "Lin Shuang, what happened to your eyes? Did you get dust in them?"

Lin Shuang: "..."