The news that Wen Shaoxing was going to marry a dead servant reached the palace.
"Get married?" Wen Ziyu could hardly believe the news he'd heard from the scouts. He paced back and forth in the hall, his brows furrowed, and asked again:
Are you sure that cripple wants to marry a servant?
"Your Majesty, that is indeed the case, and the wedding will be held tomorrow, so it doesn't seem like a sham." The spy lowered his head, not daring to conceal anything.
"Has he gone mad?"
Wen Ziyu, who had been by Wen Shaoxing's side since childhood, was deeply shocked and even subconsciously felt that this was the scheming and trickery of that cripple.
But the real purpose was to make him lower his guard?
But Wen Ziyu couldn't even convince himself of this reasoning, and he hesitated even to think about it.
After all, Wen Ziyu knew very well that the cripple had never taken him seriously. Asking him to sacrifice his marriage to save himself was less than believing that the man would rebel tomorrow and storm into the palace.
If not for this reason, what else could have made him debase himself so much by marrying someone of such a different social standing?
Is it because of love?
The scene was so beautiful that Wen Ziyu didn't even dare to imagine it.
"Investigate again." Looking at the scout kneeling on the ground, Wen Ziyu pinched the bridge of his nose. Unable to fathom the cripple's thoughts, he couldn't truly calm down.
The fact that he is alive is already the biggest threat to him.
If he does anything more, he doesn't know how much longer he can sit on the throne.
It seems he has to continue.
Are we getting married tomorrow?
Such a joyous occasion would surely be even more spectacular if it were adorned with white silk ribbons.
...
Yan Li never expected that Wen Shaoxing would actually prepare for the wedding so quickly. In just one day, when she opened her eyes, the wedding dress was placed in front of her.
The wedding was held near dusk.
Perhaps the Regent's Palace was truly in dire straits, because even after the news was spread, no one took the initiative to come to their door.
Wen Shaoxing did not intend to invite outsiders to the wedding banquet. He simply set up a few tables at his residence and celebrated with the servants.
Just as everyone was toasting and drinking, the banquet was suddenly interrupted by several men in black who barged in, drawing their swords: "You scoundrel Wen, we will take your dog's life today!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the group of men in black attacked without hesitation. But those who stayed in the Prince's mansion were no ordinary people. The two sides were entangled in an instant.
Although Wen Shaoxing and Yan Li followed some of the rules, they did not follow them completely.
For example, Yan Li, who should have been waiting for Wen Shaoxing in the bridal chamber, was searching for his sword, intending to draw it and attack the black-clad assassins.
But he discovered that his sword had already been taken into Wen Shaoxing's hand.
“Ah Li,” Wen Shaoxing said meaningfully, his gaze fixed on Yan Li, “it seems someone doesn’t want us to get married today.”
Did the person behind her finally give in?
Fearing the assassin might succeed and cause the mission to fail, Yan Li thought: ? Is it really appropriate to discuss this at a time like this?
The important thing is to give her the sword quickly.
However, Yan Li's thoughts were no longer important.
She originally thought that Wen Shaoxing wanted to wait for Liu Xing and the others to deal with these men in black.
Unexpectedly, she only lost her focus for a moment before Wen Shaoxing grabbed her sword and charged out to fight the men in black.
Even though every move was full of killing intent, Wen Shaoxing was a cripple in name only. No matter how powerful his internal martial arts were, there were bound to be times when he couldn't guard against them.
Wen Shaoxing had originally forgotten about those unpleasant things, but someone just had to come out and get in his way, reminding him.
Looking up at these disappointing things, he found them unexpectedly familiar. This time, they were not the reckless assassins from the martial arts world he had encountered before.
Instead, it came from the palace, from Wen Ziyu's personal bodyguard.
He's incredibly stupid to send out the people in the palace who are guarding his safety; he hasn't made any progress at all over the years.
If you want him dead, you should issue an imperial edict and execute him legitimately, instead of resorting to underhanded tactics.
Before long, the number of men in black was reduced sharply.
After the stray stone slashed another person's neck, he finally couldn't help but complain, "You people really have no sense of propriety. Don't you even know what day it is today? You all rushed out like a swarm of people."
"What a disappointment."
As he spoke, he spat at the corpse again, then turned his toes and circled around to behind Wen Shaoxing, blocking those who were trying to attack the prince from behind.
At this moment, Yan Li, dressed in her wedding gown, truly looked somewhat like an outsider.
She watched the battle silently, her feet, which were about to step forward to help, suddenly stopped. She looked at the flashing swords and the shadows of the swords in front of her, and then at Wen Shaoxing, who was also wearing a wedding dress in the crowd.
Even without her, Wen Shaoxing's people were enough to protect him. Perhaps her task was not to guard him like this and do what a dead servant should do.
Yan Li couldn't help but ponder her mission once again. Besides protecting Wen Shaoxing, there was another one, buried deep in her heart and not easily noticed.
As an assassin with a somewhat lazy and unambitious nature, Yan Li has no grand aspirations and is naturally somewhat resistant to missions aimed at preventing chaos in the world.
She has no impressive background, nor is she the most skilled person in the world. By getting herself involved in a conflict, she may not even be able to protect her own life in the end.
Judging from the current situation, there are no external threats. Over the past decade, those external threats have been defeated and are now huddled in their respective territories, not daring to overstep their bounds in the slightest.
As for internal troubles, apart from the regent Wen Shaoxing, it seems that no one else can shake Wen Ziyu's throne.
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