As Consort Jia watched Ji Fengyao being held in Shang Xiye's arms and riding away like a whirlwind, she felt so angry that her heart was almost torn to pieces. Her chest was churning with blood and qi. If it weren't for the Rejuvenation Gu suppressing her, she would probably have vomited blood and fainted on the spot.

Consort Jia turned around and gave Tinglan a sinister look, as if she were a ghost.

Tinglan understood, quietly left the hunting grounds, walked to a secluded grove nearby, took out a signal arrow, and fired it.

A moment later, a man dressed in black and masked arrived as promised, standing in front of Tinglan with his arms crossed and holding a sword.

“The target has entered the hunting grounds. Now you can finally make your move. If you don’t act now, there won’t be any good opportunities after the summer hunt,” Tinglan said with displeasure.

Everyone says that the Eastern Dragon Gate is the most reliable and powerful assassin organization in the martial arts world, but in her opinion, it's nothing special.

They've only asked them to kill some bandits, yet they haven't even started yet.

"Are you sure the person you want to kill is the Ninth Prince's Consort?" the assassin asked again very cautiously.

"Yes! You guys still don't understand the target of the mission?" Tinglan became increasingly dissatisfied.

"I'm just afraid you'll mistake someone for someone else, and then blame us for killing the wrong person. You can decide for yourself; we're only responsible for killing, not burying," the assassin said coldly, turning and walking away with his sword.

Tinglan rolled her eyes at the man's retreating figure: What top assassin? He must be an idiot!

Having accepted the task for so long, why ask such a stupid question?

When Tinglan returned to the hunting grounds, the remaining officials and their families had already gathered in small groups, some drinking tea, others chatting and joking, each forming their own little clique. Meanwhile, Emperor Shang Xiche, the Empress Dowager, the Empress, and the concubines had all gone to the temporary palace for a rest.

Consort Jia and Consort Jin were in a rather awkward position. Although they held the position of concubine in Prince Su's mansion, they were princesses who had ruined the country.

The Ninth Prince was renowned for his power, yet many feared him or harbored grudges against him.

Therefore, if these two ignore each other, the current situation has arisen where one person occupies a table alone and is ignored by everyone.

"Princess, they've begun their operation," Tinglan whispered in Consort Jia's ear.

In Consort Jia's slender eyebrows, a hint of joy finally flickered in her venomous eyes. Seeing that no one around was paying attention to her, she stood up calmly and said loudly, "What kind of weather is this? It's too hot! Quickly, help me bathe and change!"

Consort Jin, the Chanyu Heye, glanced sideways at the departing figures of Consort Jia and her servants, a slight contemptuous smirk playing on her lips.

That woman always thinks she's so clever; sooner or later she'll ruin herself.

"Your Majesty, should I follow them and keep an eye on them, in case that southern barbarian tries something again?" Zhuoya asked for permission.

"No need. What she couldn't do before, she can't do now either. Let her be," Shanyu Heye said calmly.

Zoya: "..."

She was saying she was afraid Consort Jia would harm them, but what is Your Highness saying?

The Ghost Face and the Iron Wolf Riders ran very fast, and soon they left all the weak-legged horses behind.

Ji Fengyao's previous incarnations were all in relatively conventional worlds, and she hadn't experienced the exhilarating feeling of riding a mount at breakneck speed in a long time.

She was incredibly excited, her clear phoenix eyes sparkling like lit light bulbs, and she kept shouting, "Ghost Face, believe me, you can run even faster!"

Ghost Face: "..." I don't believe you for a second!

I've already risked my life. If you don't make me some delicious pills in the future, I'll definitely eat you alive, you little brat!