"It's a carrier pigeon from the Dark Guard Camp."
Ye Qi stepped forward, untied the secret letter, and handed it to Mo Yunhan.
The letter unfolded, and it read:
"The remnants of the Sui Dynasty who escaped from Xuanling Mountain did not go to Qingfeng Village, but were scattered outside the capital and are being captured one by one. Signed: Ye Er."
"The bandit hideout has been deserted, and no clues have been found. Signed: Night 4."
"There are leads on someone smuggling gunpowder at the Ministry of War's Manufacturing Bureau. Signed: Ye Shisan."
Mo Yunhan handed the letter to Ye Qi.
After reading it, Ye Qi immediately burned it on the fire.
"Your Highness, should we summon the secret guards to assist?"
Mo Yunhan shook his head, then suddenly looked up and asked, "What do you think of Qingfeng Village?"
Ye Qi hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
Mo Yunhan's eyes narrowed. "Speak, and I will pardon you."
"Your Highness, then I will tell you."
Ye Qi coughed softly and began to speak freely.
"I think Qingfeng Village was sent by the Emperor to harm you. The chariots were perfectly fine, but they broke down here, and now people have died. If there really are no traitors here, you will be held responsible for this crime."
"And then there's Qin Minglang. He claimed he had scouted ahead and even set up a sand table to give a serious account of how he tricked you into attacking the city, resulting in this mess. And now he's turning his back on the dead soldiers and writing a memorial to the emperor. When I came back just now, I saw him writing a memorial in his room. He's definitely up to no good!"
Mo Yunhan tapped the table lightly with his long, slender fingers.
His gaze fell once again on those ingenious parts.
He had a gut feeling that these things were what were used to make the golden hook scimitar.
And that blacksmith Zhang certainly doesn't have the ability to fly or disappear; he must still be in Qingfeng Village.
Seeing that he remained silent, Ye Qi suddenly leaned forward and lowered her voice.
“If I kill that Qin fellow, we can all stick to the same story and pin the blame on him. His Majesty will be guilty and won’t investigate further.”
Mo Yunhan gave a cold snort.
A bloodthirsty ferocity flashed in her beautiful eyes.
"I believe one Qin Minglang is not enough. To eliminate future troubles, all those who know the truth should die here. Then, Qingfeng Village should be razed to the ground. Only then will this matter be truly resolved."
Ye Qi stood there, stunned.
"But the people in the city... Your Highness, haven't we killed too many?"
His voice grew weaker and weaker.
Mo Yunhan gave a wicked smile.
"I am a wicked demon feared by everyone in the Great Zhou. What's wrong with killing a few people?"
Ye Qi immediately realized he had said the wrong thing and knelt down on the ground.
"Your subordinate was wrong."
Mo Yunhan glanced at him.
"If the information is indeed wrong, the mistake lies with the Emperor, and the one who carried it out is me. It has nothing to do with anyone else."
At three-quarters past midnight that night
The entire Qingfeng Village was deathly silent.
The guards on night duty at the city gate were all a little sleepy.
Suddenly, a sharp whooshing sound came from ahead.
The first person to react, before they could even shout, felt a chill on their neck and blood gushed out.
The people around gradually came to their senses, but they had no chance to resist at all.
Several bizarre weapons, resembling giant black bats, swept across the entire city wall.
Wang Hao tried his best to block it, but was sent flying by the enormous impact.
He was also the only one who could clearly see what the weapon looked like.
The curved blades, assembled into a disc shape by a mechanism, moved at incredible speeds, sweeping across the battlefield, though it was unclear what controlled them.
He forced himself to run towards the drum on the city wall, wanting to ring it to notify everyone.
But just as he picked up the drumsticks, the curved blade and disc attacked again, scattering the warm blood of the surrounding soldiers into the air.
Knowing he was doomed, Wang Hao stopped hiding and, with his eyes closed, swung the drumsticks and struck hard.
The sound of metal clashing was extremely jarring, barely grazing the top of his head.
Several short arrows flew in and pierced the drumsticks, making his strikes produce only a very silent low hum.
He was filled with despair when he heard the sound of several horses' hooves coming from below the city wall.
Two iron chains-like objects, carrying small iron claws, flew towards the curved blade disc in mid-air to engage in a fierce battle.
If it gets tangled up, it will get caught in the rotating disc, causing the mechanism to stagnate.
"Bang!"
One of the discs crashed to the ground, while the other discs quickly moved away.
The sound of horses' hooves had already reached the foot of the city wall.
Wang Hao propped himself up and looked down.
A dashing figure sat atop the horse, her stunningly beautiful face raised in the moonlight, resembling a jade-faced general—it was Su Liuer.
She surveyed the area around the city gate, then lightly touched the horse's back with her feet, leaped up, and landed on the city gate.
Looking at the armor on the lying corpse, he frowned instantly and asked urgently,
"Is Your Highness well?"
Upon hearing that they were his own people, Wang Hao collapsed to the ground, his stomach wound still bleeding profusely.
"The prince and the others are in the council hall. How many men did you bring to support them?"
Su Liuer held up one finger.
Wang Hao was overjoyed.
"A thousand? That's great! I'll take you to see the Prince right now."
"I meant ten people."
Su Liuer corrected.
Wang Hao stumbled and fell to the ground again, his eyes wide open like copper bells.
"How many did you say? Ten? What are you doing here? Are you even enough for that thing to chop in one stroke?"
Su Liuer crossed her arms and looked down at him.
"The princess misses the prince. We are here to escort the princess to meet the prince, not to fight."
Wang Hao almost choked to death by the mouthful of blood that gushed from his chest.
Below the city gate, Qinghui and Lidou worked together to retrieve the fallen curved blade and disc from the carriage and handed it to Jiang Qingwan.
Luo Jiu grabbed the two iron hooks and jumped onto her carriage.
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