It was late at night.

The close-knit group of Chen Xiaoyi, Jiao Da, Ji Chenhai, and Ji Fengyao arrived at the place where the disguised Ninth Prince and his men had been hiding, discovered by Ji Chenhai's "subordinate" (Wu Zhong).

This is a cave deep in the forest, and there are several hunters' huts next to the cave.

This was clearly a place where hunters often rested while hunting.

"Boss, there are two groups of them. The other group is about four miles ahead, and this group is here." Wu Zhong squeezed between Ji Chenhai and Jiao Da and whispered to Ji Chenhai, "But they are all dressed in black and masked or disguised. We can't be sure which group the Ninth Prince is in. Should we still make a move?"

Ji Chenhai looked at the masked men in black ahead, hesitated, and remained silent.

Chen Xiao, standing next to Jiao Da, gritted his teeth and said, "Even if the Ninth Prince isn't here, these are still his men. Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free. What if the Ninth Prince is in here? Wouldn't it be a pity to miss this opportunity if we didn't act?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Fengming, who had been getting along very well with Chen Xiaoyi along the way, seemed somewhat hesitant and uncertain: "Brother Chen, shall we... go for it?"

Chen Xiao also enjoyed the feeling of making decisions and decisively waved his hand: "Go!"

So Chen Xiaoyi and the men Jiao Da brought immediately crouched down and stepped forward.

Ji Chenhai, Ji Fengyao, and others followed closely behind Chen Xiaoyi, Jiao Da, and the scarred man.

During the journey.

Ji Fengyao, deliberately lagging behind Shang Xiye by half a step, smiled with her eyes crinkling, and playfully transmitted her voice, "Your Highness, Your Highness, I'd like to interview you. How would you feel about going with others to assassinate yourself?"

"I'm having a very comfortable ride on this pirate ship with my little wife and father-in-law," Shang Xiye secretly pinched his little wife's soft little hand, feeling happy and relaxed.

In the cave ahead, Leng Jun, the captain of the Moon Shadow Guard, was resting by the campfire.

The Moon Shadow Guards and the Imperial Guards were both direct confidants of the emperor;

The difference is that the Imperial Guard was led by the Gao family and had been loyal to the emperors of the Zuo dynasty for generations.

The Moon Shadow Guards, on the other hand, were personally trained by successive emperors.

On the surface, the emperor relied on and trusted Gao Chengwei more, but in reality, the emperor trusted the Shadow Moon Guard, whom he had personally trained, more.

Therefore, the emperor would mostly entrust the Shadow Moon Guard, rather than Gao Chengwei's Imperial Guard, with tasks such as assassinations and murders that were considered dishonorable.

Emperor Shang Xiche attached great importance to the assassination attempt on the Ninth Prince, and therefore dispatched Leng Jun, the captain of the Shadow Moon Guard, to personally lead the operation.

Leng Jun has always valued and respected Shang Xiche, and has always been arrogant.

But in the few days he had been chasing the Ninth Prince out of the city, he not only lost track of the Ninth Prince's whereabouts, but also failed to find any trace of him for days, which was quite disheartening for him.

Just then, the scouts who had been gathering information outside returned.

Leng Jun coldly raised his eyes and stared at the scout, his tone extremely displeased: "Have you found anything? Who are the people around here?"

"Apart from some members of the Chen family, everyone else is a little further ahead," the scout shrank back, not daring to mention the Ninth Prince who seemed to have vanished into thin air.

"I'm asking about the Ninth Prince. Have you found any information about the Ninth Prince or his subordinates?" Leng Jun asked in a deep voice, slamming the half-cut piece of firewood he was holding into the fire, sending sparks flying everywhere.

The Shadow Moon Guards all knew that Leng Jun was tyrannical and cruel.

The scout trembled with fear, instinctively wanting to back away but hesitant, stammering, "N-not yet..."