"Rustling sound—"
The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Ke Bing took a small sip of the cool wine in her glass.
Zhao Xuerou, standing beside her, widened her almond-shaped eyes, wrinkled her freckled nose slightly, and said with a hint of annoyance, "Why should I take your orders?"
Even though both of them are currently servants.
But the stubborn woman firmly believed that she was clearly more noble, as she didn't have to endure wind and rain in the palace and sometimes even ate the same food as the young lady.
Death squad members are undoubtedly at the very bottom of the hierarchy.
Although they are ruthless and possess absolute strength, each of them having crawled out of piles of corpses, they are as lowly as lackeys and as insignificant as ants.
Even their food is restricted.
That's probably what it means to be worse than an animal.
The young servant Zhao Xuerou has served the young lady for many years.
Slaves despise slaves, just as the poor look down on the poor.
Ke Bing frowned, her face calm and collected, but inside she was churning with countless emotions.
Her eyes reflected the image of this assassin who was clearly the prey yet completely unaware of it, and who vaguely felt like a butcher at the knife's edge.
Jiang Cheng sat quietly at the dining table.
A faint blue fragrance still lingered in the air.
At this moment, he was like a king, sitting high on his throne.
If he had trousers, his elegance would probably be even more refined.
"Go get it for him."
"Young Miss..."
"I said, go!" Ke Bing frowned, and Xiao Rou immediately fell silent in fright. She hurriedly got up, not daring to look back, and rushed to the side of the main hall.
"I hope you can say something important, or the consequences will be dire!"
Jiang Cheng pondered for a moment. He simply wanted to treat this instance as a game and complete it. In his previous life, he had heard of the two kings of the Sakura Kingdom and the two generations of the Demu family who ascended the throne, but he had never heard of Demu Jiaxian.
Under normal circumstances, whether someone wields immense power or is sent to a complex web of factions for a marriage alliance, such events would be recorded.
If you haven't heard of it, there's only one possibility: it perished amidst the turmoil of the government and the public.
She has neither power nor brains, so it's perfectly normal that she can't beat others.
Supporting a powerless empress to control the Sakura Kingdom?
Jiang Cheng's eyes lit up; this was really interesting.
On the contrary, the others, after ascending to the throne, sensed the threat he had once posed and plotted a horrific murder.
Jiang Cheng spread out one hand and said coldly to Ke Bing, "Judging from the current situation, you do not have enough power, you have no bargaining chips, and your position is not powerful enough. If you want to gain the right to speak, you must first appear in other people's sight in a certain way."
"Otherwise, if you don't even have the right to compete for a position, how can you proceed to the next step?"
Ke Bing was slightly stunned after listening to his story.
"But anyone with eyes can see that I have no power. Wouldn't that be like throwing an egg against a rock? I'd be wiped out by someone else with a flick of their wrist?"
"No, you still have your own identity. As long as you do it discreetly and show your face a little bit, it will be fine."
"Slightly? For example?"
"The path to promotion for assassins is one way. Since I'm one of yours, the more famous I become, the more exposure you'll get."
"You think you can take me on?" Ke Bing scoffed.
The Durmu family has kept countless assassins of various schools, and many of them are very powerful! It's already quite remarkable that this little assassin survived.
In fact, Demu Jiaxian's initial consideration was that even if he didn't fight for the throne, at least he would have someone to protect him and keep his life after someone else ascended the throne, which is why he won him over.
He was like a firefly that never brought any hope.
"I'm more than enough," Jiang Cheng said calmly, his eyes gleaming with an undeniable confidence.
"A month from now, the selected suicide squad will engage in a battle in the wilderness. Can you survive until that day?"
"Not only will I survive until that day, but I will also make a name for myself in the battles of the wilderness!"
Upon hearing this, Ke Bing's expression changed drastically.
His hand unconsciously gripped the wine glass tightly, and it even turned slightly blue from the excessive force.
She knew for certain that the method Jiang Cheng had suggested was indeed feasible.
Every year, the Drum family holds a brutal battle known as the "Battle of the Fields".
The top performers who survive in the group system participate, and almost everyone is outrageously strong. They draw lots to choose the venue, and engage in group battles in deserted dense forests, spacious villas, secluded stone cities, and towering dozens of stories high!
The entire process lasted half a month, and was monitored by cameras for the nobles to watch.
A skilled assassin can bring glory to his master and serve as a powerful boost in the struggle for the throne, showing other nobles which family's slaves are the strongest.
It tests your survival skills, abilities, and intellect.
Assassination, poison, deception, cooperation.
No restrictions on the method, as long as you survive to the end!
Even if you hide for half a month, you're still the winner!
The survivor will become a core member of the suicide squad, holding a high position and serving as a trusted confidant.
The Jiangcheng people nowadays, though they are suicide squad members, are the low-level kind.
They couldn't even get a glimpse of the nobles.
It's unbelievable that in such a modern world, there are still slaves, suicide squads, and people who kill each other and treat human life like dirt.
This is no different from the gladiators in the Roman Empire thousands of years ago.
The same bloodshed and sacrifice, all for the sake of winning a smile from someone in a high position of power.
Different fates lead to different outcomes. Those born into humble circumstances are like dead fish turned belly up, with no chance to swim freely to paradise.
"Tap tap—"
Footsteps sounded, and Xiao Rou, who had gone to get her clothes, came over, looking nervous.
The sound interrupted Ke Bing's thoughts.
Jiang Cheng looked over with her. Beside the incense-burning hall, next to a mural carved with countless exquisite patterns, Xiao Rou held a cloth curtain in her hand and said softly, "This is all we have."
"Let's cordon it off first."
Jiang Cheng didn't complain, took it from her hand, and wrapped it around the area below her abdomen.
Tai'an calmly waited for Demu Jiaxian to figure things out.
A few minutes later.
Ke Bing tapped her fingers lightly on the table, carefully considering her thoughts.
Finally, she figured it out.
This matter is entirely beneficial to her!
Either way, it's a win-win situation. It's always better to try than to sit in this hall waiting for a windfall.
"Then what kind of help do you want me to provide, although I don't think you'll live to see the day when the battlefield comes to fight?" She raised her chin haughtily, adopting the demeanor of an aristocrat.
"Next time you call me, I'll let you know if you need any help."
"Very well, let's await good news. Someone, take him away!"
And so, the less-than-pleasant conversation came to an end.
It was the same few strange men, wearing masks and over two meters tall, who carried Jiang Cheng onto the sedan chair.
They sent him back to his village.
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