One of the men, dressed as a manager, had a pointed, monkey-like face. He was cowardly and afraid of death. Knowing he couldn't win, he immediately begged for mercy.
"Please, esteemed immortals, have mercy on me! Don't kill me! I... I can tell you a secret." He hoped to exchange this secret for a chance to live.
However, the people of Fairy Mist Island were not interested in any secrets. To be frank, they had always lived on Fairy Mist Island, and only things on the island mattered to them. They really didn't care about things outside the island.
Zhu Qiuyu had no intention of listening to the man's ramblings and was about to finish him off when Zhu Lin raised his sword sheath to stop him.
The young man raised his chin and said in a cool voice, "Let's hear what he has to say; it might be useful to us."
The sharp-faced man realized that the young man was the most authoritative among them, so he immediately rushed over and knelt in front of Zhu Lin, saying rapidly, "Young master, do you know the identity of that little girl from the Zhou family?"
"Say another word of nonsense and I'll cut your tongue out." Zhu Lin frowned, her voice as cold as ice.
The sharp-faced man's expression changed, and he quickly kowtowed again, not daring to say anything more. "That little girl from the Zhou family is not the biological daughter of the Zhou couple. They picked her up from the mountain more than a year ago and raised her. That little girl is actually the current princess, the one whom the emperor calls the lucky star."
Zhu Lin lifted his eyelids slightly and said coldly, "You mean Sister Long?"
Dragon Sister?
"That little girl from the Zhou family named Xingxing, she's the princess. Our prince has always wanted to kill her, but she's not easy to kill. It's as if some mysterious force is protecting her, and she's lived until now. Besides wanting this silver mine, our prince also wants to kill the little princess as soon as possible..."
After finishing his sentence, the man with the pointed face looked at Zhu Lin expectantly, hoping that he would spare his life and, ideally, let him go immediately.
Although Zhu Lin didn't spare a single glance for the sharp-faced man, he knew the man was watching him and what he was waiting for. The young boy suddenly drew his sword and then sheathed it again in an instant.
"Ah!" The sharp-faced man clutched his severed arm, his face drained of color from the pain, and he nearly fainted.
Zhu Chumo pressed several acupoints on his shoulder, temporarily stopping the gushing blood and relieving some of the pain.
“Go back and tell that Prince Gong that the Zhou family’s little girl is under my protection. If he dares to lay a finger on her again, I will make him wish he were dead.” Zhu Lin’s voice was sharp and cold as she spoke with her back to the sharp-faced man.
The man with the pointed face covered his severed arm and fled in panic.
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