Upon hearing this, the ministers secretly wiped their sweat. Commander Xie, no, the Fifth Prince, really didn't give the Third Prince any face.
Everyone thought Feng Mo would be furious, but to their surprise, he merely smiled faintly and said nonchalantly, "Is that so? Well, I don't have that habit anyway. Besides, although Father has announced your identity as a prince, who knows if some people are willing to impersonate you for the sake of status and position?"
Xie Jingrun understood the sarcasm in his words, but he was not angry. Instead, he looked at him meaningfully and said, "Your Highness is right. Who knows if some people are impersonating others for the sake of power and status? After all, the example of the deposed empress is there for all to see. Some people wear noble titles, but little do people know that their origins are unknown."
Upon hearing this, the ministers who had not yet dispersed all wished they hadn't heard.
What are you saying, Fifth Prince?
What is meant by "the lesson of the deposed empress"? Its origin is unclear.
Doesn't this imply that the Third Prince was likely born to the deposed Empress and a stranger?
Feng Mo naturally understood the meaning behind Xie Jingrun's words.
In an instant, his face turned extremely ugly, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.
Just when everyone thought Feng Mo would make a move, he suddenly let go, but his expression was still unpleasant. He gave Xie Jingrun a cold look and then turned and left.
Xie Jingrun didn't take it to heart. As he walked away, he exchanged a glance with Xiao Zhen, who was not far away, and then left as if nothing had happened.
After leaving the palace, Xiao Zhen rode his horse and left the city alone.
The journey was smooth and uneventful.
However, as he passed a cliff, a group of masked assassins appeared out of nowhere and blocked his way.
"Who are you? How dare you block my way? Do you have a death wish?" Xiao Zhen asked in a deep voice.
However, the assassins remained silent and attacked him with their blades, intending to kill him.
In an instant, Xiao Zhen was surrounded by a group of assassins, and the sounds of clashing weapons filled the air.
These assassins were no ordinary people; each of them possessed deadly skills. Although many of them suffered casualties, Xiao Zhen, who was a peerless martial artist, also sustained some injuries and was even forced to the edge of a cliff.
Just as Xiao Zhen was sending out a distress signal, one of the assassins suddenly threw poison powder at him.
Xiao Zhen was caught off guard and stumbled backward, but his foot slipped and he fell backward.
Seeing this, the assassin was about to peek out when he heard footsteps and a hurried voice from afar, "I just saw the signal the prince sent, it should be this way."
The assassin stiffened, abandoned his plan to investigate, and quickly retreated to the side with the remaining assassins.
Although the cliff wasn't high, Xiao Zhen was injured and poisoned by the powder they had thrown. They were sure he would die from the fall.
Just in case, the assassins left two people to keep watch nearby, just to make sure Xiao Zhen was really dead.
"Aren't these the prince's shoes?" A questioning voice came from the cliff.
“These really are the prince’s shoes.” Another voice rang out.
"Look, there are still signs of a fight here."
"Isn't this the prince's sword?"
"Could it be...could it be that the Prince has been murdered?" The speaker's voice trembled slightly. "The Prince often said, 'As long as the sword is there, the man is there.' Now that the sword is gone, it seems the Prince is truly gone..."
The person who said this choked up.
Upon hearing this, the others immediately turned grief-stricken.
"Your Highness—"
Several guards shouted down the cliff.
At this moment, Xiao Zhen, who was standing close to the cliff face, was speechless.
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