"Soon," Lu Zhaofeng said calmly. "I wrote a letter a few days ago and they've already set off."
"Once my second brother comes back, our family will finally be reunited," Mu Junhan said with emotion.
“Isn’t that right?” Lu Zhaofeng’s voice hadn’t even finished.
A rustling sound came from afar.
He stood up alertly: "This is bad."
Just as I feared, this happened.
Today he had a vague feeling of unease, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why.
At this moment, looking at the soldiers and princes who were completely drunk...
Lu Zhaofeng's heart tightened: "Quickly, quickly get them all back to their tents..."
But he hadn't finished speaking.
Beside the campfire, in the dark woods, flashes of sword light streaked across the sky.
Countless men in black moved through the woods.
Its agile movements appeared and disappeared in the night, like an eagle searching for its prey.
The hidden weapon in his hand reflected the clear moonlight, like a bolt of lightning, piercing the silent night sky.
It was unexpectedly shot towards the campfire.
"Ah! An assassin!"
"Wake up! Don't sleep! There's an assassin!"
"ah……"
Chaos erupted instantly outside the tents.
"Assassin? What assassin? I think you're all drunk!" Mu Junyao, holding a wine cup, pointed at the fleeing crowd with a dazed expression: "Who am I? I'm a prince! I'll be the crown prince, the emperor of Yuan!"
A beam of light shot towards Mu Junyao.
Lu Zhaofeng leaped forward and pinned him beneath him.
"Who the hell are you?!" Mu Junyao was drunk and incoherent: "You actually dared to bet on the future emperor, believe me or not, I'll have someone kill you right now..."
The word "you" was only pronounced as half a syllable.
A hidden weapon grazed Mu Junyao's cheek and embedded itself in the nearby lawn.
Mu Junyao's eyes lit up, and he instantly sobered up halfway. He touched his cheek in shock: "Blood...blood!"
He was so frightened that his face turned deathly pale and his hands trembled uncontrollably.
"Your Highness, hide behind this rock and don't come out." Lu Zhaofeng stared ahead and earnestly instructed, "Also... don't say those treasonous words again."
"I..." Mu Junyao moved his lips, wanting to say something more, but his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
Lu Zhaofeng pulled a leaf and covered him with it.
Using some haystacks as cover, he slipped towards Consort Zhen's tent.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty," Lu Zhaofeng said in a low voice, standing on the roof of the tent.
"Who?" Consort Zhen sat bolt upright in bed. "Who's outside?"
"Consort Zhen, there's an assassin." Lu Zhaofeng said cautiously, "You and the Emperor should be careful."
"Okay, okay!" Consort Zhen hurriedly pulled her clothes over herself and shook Emperor Yuanwu several times, but she couldn't wake him up.
Just as he was about to pull Emperor Yuanwu off the bed.
A hidden weapon made a "whoosh" sound.
He brushed past her shoulder and slipped into the edge of her bed.
Consort Zhen didn't even care about her bleeding shoulder.
She used almost all her strength to shake Emperor Yuanwu: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, wake up! There's an assassin..."
"Mother, Mother, are you alright?" Lu Zhaolin took advantage of the chaos to run into Consort Shu's tent.
"What happened?" Consort Shu asked in surprise.
"They are assassins. Mother, please take my sister and do not go out. The two men in black that you sent to the imperial mausoleum to protect me last time are outside. If you need anything, just call them."
The two were talking.
A melodious flute tune drifted from afar...
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