King Qi silently glanced around at the assassins, then took two steps forward and calmly walked to Song Xizhi's side.
All that could be heard was his deep, hoarse voice: "I am the person you are looking for. Let them go."
The lead assassin raised an eyebrow, finding the situation quite amusing. He laughed loudly, "Then I'll grant your wish."
"If you die, they die too!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he decisively swung his long sword and slashed it fiercely towards the neck of the King of Qi.
Everything happened too fast and too quickly. Before Song Xizhi could react, blood and filth sprayed all over her face, carrying a scalding, fishy smell.
The world before my eyes was dyed red.
The sound of a corpse falling to the ground reached Song Xizhi's ears, and his heart sank to the bottom in an instant.
She never imagined that His Highness Prince Qi, the Emperor's right-hand man, would die so easily.
The sacred mountain of the royal family, a forbidden area within the palace, should have been heavily guarded and heavily fortified, yet strange-sounding foreigners were able to break in...
Song Xizhi clenched the strip of cloth in his hand, momentarily at a loss for what to do. He only knew that he should try his best to stall for time and wait for Siqin and the other reinforcements to arrive.
Perhaps it was because their ancestral graves were emitting auspicious smoke that she and Eunuch Shen were able to survive.
She quickly wiped the bloodstains from her face and opened her eyes again.
But as soon as Song Xizhi opened his eyes, he saw the Prince of Qi standing right in front of him, perfectly fine.
The King of Qi did not die.
Song Xizhi was slightly taken aback.
On the contrary, the assassin leader who had spoken earlier was now lying dead in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open in fury, his green eyes like those of a wild wolf.
Song Xizhi looked up with a mixture of surprise and delight, and saw a familiar figure.
The man wore a deep purple cross-collar robe and gold-embroidered boots; his imposing figure resembled that of a god.
The moonlight shone like water on his shoulders, and he still wore the same silver mask as before, holding a blood-stained longsword in his hand.
The blood on the sword dripped onto the leaf-strewn ground, forming a small blood flower.
It was the blood of that green-eyed assassin from earlier.
The two locked eyes for a fleeting moment, and when their gazes met, it seemed as if an eternity had passed in that single glance.
Song Xizhi immediately recognized the person in front of her as the righteous man who had saved her life several times.
Even the King of Qi, staring intently at the man before him, had a slight look of shock on his face.
The sudden turn of events shocked not only King Qi and Song Xizhi, but also filled the other assassins with immense anger.
They watched helplessly as their leader lay dead in a pool of blood, his eyes filled with hatred, muttering unfamiliar words.
They immediately swarmed towards the righteous man, eager to kill him as soon as possible.
But they were no match for this man.
The man unleashed deadly attacks, his sword flashing fiercely, each strike fatal. The blood-stained longsword seemed to come alive in his hands.
The man and the sword seemed to become one, and bamboo leaves fell with the wind from the sword. All living things around felt terrified by the killing intent.
Song Xizhi quickly knelt down and bandaged the wounds of the dying Eunuch Shen.
As Shen Gonggong gradually regained consciousness, she eagerly raised her head and looked at the man's back.
However, a few doubts arose in Song Xizhi's heart.
Why do I always run into this man whenever I'm in danger?
If the previous encounters were all coincidences, then this meeting at Mount Royal cannot be simply explained by the word "coincidence."
Before Song Xizhi could think any further, with the collapse of the last assassin's corpse, the once peaceful area below the cliff was now a river of blood.
All was silent except for the rustling of the bamboo leaves. Blood flowed calmly under the moonlight. Only the solitary figure of the man stood alone in the vast bamboo forest.
Song Xizhi gazed at the man's back for a long time, feeling wary and doubtful, yet also relieved.
King Qi remained silent, so Song Xizhi broke the deadlock in a soft voice: "Thank you for your rescue, sir..."
But at that moment, the masked man covered in blood suddenly turned around.
He suddenly raised his blood-stained longsword, pointing it menacingly at Song Xizhi and his companions, his eyes filled with chilling coldness.
Song Xizhi was startled by his sudden movement and inevitably took a step back.
But the next moment, she saw the man point his long sword at the King of Qi standing in front of her.
The King of Qi stared at him silently, forced to retreat step by step by the long sword in his hand.
But there was nowhere to retreat behind him. As the man stepped closer, the blood-stained longsword in his hand was placed against the neck of the King of Qi.
It was filled with murderous intent.
Bamboo leaves fluttered down, one wave after another, and the scene before him made even the collapsed eunuch Shen scream out loud.
Song Xizhi was also stunned by the scene before him.
What exactly happened?
Could the man who saved her in the past have a blood feud with the King of Qi?
She stood there, feeling the turbulent emotions between the old man and the young man.
King Qi felt the cold blade pressed against his neck, the smell of blood filling his nostrils, yet he stood calmly in place.
"What do you want?" King Qi suddenly spoke, breaking the deadlock.
The man stared at him for a moment, then his cold voice rang out in the night: "What are you doing here?"
King Qi paused slightly, then lowered his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "I've come to see an old friend."
Seeing this, Song Xizhi stepped forward and tried to mediate, saying, "I don't know if there is any misunderstanding between you and him. He was just being chased by assassins. He is not with those assassins and is probably not a bad person."
Upon hearing this, the man suddenly laughed: "Not a bad person?"
Song Xizhi nodded calmly. Both sides were difficult to please, so she flattered both of them, saying, "You are not with those assassins. You are our savior and not a bad person, so there is no need to doubt each other."
"We should work together and leave this dangerous place as soon as possible."
Upon hearing this, the man merely raised an eyebrow slightly, glancing in Song Xizhi's direction, his words carrying a subtle hint of pressure:
"Then why did you appear with him in this dangerous place in the middle of the night?"
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