Although Jiang Shijing was cautious, he only brought two people with him. He looked at the handwriting on the post and it was indeed Young Master Zhong's. No matter what, Young Master Zhong wouldn't go so far as to use his real name to harm him, would he? Wouldn't that give someone leverage against him?
He didn't touch the tea, snacks, or wine on the table.
But he always felt that something was off about Young Master Zhong.
He glanced around the pavilion again, smiled, and was about to get up: "Now that the game is solved, brother-in-law, why don't we go for a horse race?"
He was immediately pressed down to sit by Young Master Zhong: "Why is Shijing in such a hurry? Having a couple of drinks and riding around in a slightly tipsy state is a much more enjoyable experience."
Jiang Shijing did not insist; he casually placed his finger on the rim of the cup, a gesture that seemed disrespectful, indicating that he had no intention of drinking it.
"I've only just recovered, so it's not advisable for me to drink alcohol or tea. How about I have a nice game with my brother-in-law instead?"
“Okay,” Young Master Zhong readily agreed.
While playing chess, Young Master Zhong chatted with great interest, from court affairs to anecdotes in the capital, trying to immerse Jiang Shijing in the game.
Halfway down, seeing that Jiang Shijing was completely relaxed, the shadow guards, with their backs bent and under the cover of low trees, silently crept towards them, covering a considerable distance in the blink of an eye.
The two attendants that Jiang Shijing brought were chatting amongst themselves, occasionally glancing around.
The air was silent, without a breath of wind, but when one of the attendants saw a branch sway slightly, he immediately became alert and suppressed his smile.
He remained silent and gave his companion a look.
The two men stared in that direction, their hands gripping the swords at their waists.
Seeing that they had been exposed and were quite close to the pavilion, the hidden guards revealed themselves and surrounded the pavilion with lightning speed.
A few of them broke away and fought with two of the followers. Swords clashed, and the air became tense and murderous.
Before Jiang Shijing could even lower the flag in his hand, his cold, sharp gaze turned to the sudden scene unfolding outside the pavilion.
"Brother-in-law, these aren't people you brought, are they?"
Young Master Zhong feigned surprise: "Shijing, you've misunderstood. I don't know what's going on either. This is the outskirts of the city, after all. These people are probably here to rob us."
There were about ten people surrounding the pavilion, and they were gradually approaching it.
Surrounded by water on three sides, unless one possesses exceptional lightness skills to glide across the wide pool, or defeats these dozen or so masters, death is inevitable.
Young Master Zhong is highly skilled in martial arts, but Jiang Shijing's body has been neglected for many years and he has only just regained his senses. How could he possibly defeat these people?
In the blink of an eye, his two henchmen were killed.
"Don't worry, Shijing. As long as I'm alive, I won't let them harm a hair on your head," Young Master Zhong said hypocritically.
Then he drew his sword and charged into the fight.
He led a group of people away, but the rest surrounded Jiang Shijing, their faces filled with murderous intent, leaving no room for retreat.
Jiang Shijing retreated step by step towards the water's edge until he had nowhere left to retreat.
He knew he had been tricked by Young Master Zhong, but he never expected that Young Master Zhong would actually kill him by name. It was incredibly audacious and foolish.
This is completely disregarding the consequences.
But as a dying man, he couldn't care less about arguing with Young Master Zhong.
Without the slightest hesitation, those men thrust their swords at Jiang Shijing, aiming to leave at least a dozen holes in his body.
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