Wu Shang on the rooftop stared in utter disbelief.

Holy crap, how much does the emperor hate that even the most favored concubine, Consort Yin, would kick him so viciously!

Ji Fengyao returned with her hands behind her back. Seeing Wu Shang looking at her with a strange expression, she teased, "What, do you want to kick him a couple of times too?"

"No, no, Your Highness values ​​the promise made to the late Emperor very much. Unless the Emperor himself brings about his own demise, I cannot disobey Your Highness's wishes," Wu Shang shook his head vigorously.

He originally wanted to retort: ​​"Your Highness, you didn't kill him because you were considering the Prince's feelings."

But considering the princess's endless stream of bizarre methods: forget it, the prince is a big shot, and the princess is an even bigger boss, so let's not court death.

His and Ye'er's future happiness depends on the princess speaking well of them.

Ji Fengyao and her three companions were actually discovered not long after they entered the Cold Palace.

At this moment, the person dressed in black robes was squatting on the roof of the palace not far away, watching Ji Fengyao and Wu Shang. His beautiful eyes gleamed with a wolf-like glint in the dark winter night.

Suddenly, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his eye, and his rosy lips parted slightly as he uttered a loud voice: "Assassin! Catch the assassin!"

Finally, he threw a lit signal flare near Ji Fengyao and Wu Shang.

Ji Fengyao: "..."

Wu Shang: "..."

The Imperial Guards would never use signal flares to capture an assassin. Who's this meddlesome bastard?

The guards near the sleeping quarters of Chaoyang Palace were all drugged, but those elsewhere were not.

The guards, who were on high alert, surged toward Chaoyang Hall from all directions like a tidal wave. Guided by the signal flares, they easily spotted the two men in black on the roof.

A hundred or two people, armed with swords and bows and arrows, quickly surrounded the sleeping quarters of Chaoyang Palace, making it impossible to pass through.

Judging from their stance, a direct confrontation was definitely out of the question for Ji Fengyao. Even if she and Wu Shang were highly skilled in martial arts, they wouldn't be a match for all the Imperial Guards.

If they wait for Gao Chengwei to arrive, she and Wu Shang will probably be surrounded and attacked.

"You go this way, I'll go that way," Ji Fengyao pointed in the opposite direction to Wu Shang and turned to leave.

"Hey..." Wu Shang almost cried out in his anxiety.

In the blink of an eye, Ji Fengyao had already darted more than ten meters away. The guards surrounding her hesitated, but some of them eventually went out to chase after Ji Fengyao.

Wu Shang knew that splitting up and dispersing his forces would make it easier to escape.

He didn't hesitate any longer and went in the opposite direction.

In an instant, the cry of "Catch the assassin!" spread from Chaoyang Hall throughout the palace like ripples.

The lights were gradually lit, and the air was filled with the sounds of people.

Now, let's talk about that time and place.

Xi Que and Wu Hen secretly sneaked into Cixi Palace. Xi Que had never been to the palace many times, and he was usually careless and had no sense of direction. At this time, he could only follow Wu Hen in the dark.

Wuhen moved erratically, sometimes stopping, sometimes dodging, sometimes weaving, leaving Xique feeling utterly frustrated.

He thought to himself: Why is this palace so troublesome?

After repeating this several times, Wuhen slyly took Xique's increasingly soft little hand and said, "Xique, don't be impatient. Once we get past these people outside and into Cining Palace, the defenses will be relatively lax."

The magpie glanced around at the pitch-black surroundings and then pursed its lips.

This emperor is really good to his mother. Even in such a remote courtyard, there are guards every three steps and sentries every ten steps. Cixi Palace is the residence of the Empress Dowager, but the defense is relatively lax.

What happened to the promise that the emperor would govern the country by winning the hearts of the people with benevolence and filial piety?!

Shang Xiche, who was deeply immersed in the illusion at this moment: I didn't, I'm wronged, don't talk nonsense, there weren't even many people arranged there!