Looking at the Imperial Medical Academy not far away, Zu An didn't expect to be revisiting the same place so soon.
He walked inside and subconsciously glanced at the room where Shi Kun had been, but there was no one there now. It seemed that the Shi family had taken him back.
"I wonder if they found the broken piece of Jill, otherwise he couldn't be buried intact," Zaun speculated maliciously.
At this moment, the groans of guards could be heard from time to time. They were lying on the communal beds, their bodies covered in blood. People from the Imperial Hospital were busy applying medicine and bandaging their wounds.
Zuan sighed inwardly. This time, the assassins who entered the palace suffered heavy casualties, whether it was the Demonic Sect or the palace staff.
Of course, while he may sigh with regret, he would not show any mercy if the safety of those around him were truly endangered.
Just then, a loud voice came from not far away. A group of guards were gathered around a man, who was bragging: "When the assassins stormed into the East Palace, they killed anyone they saw. Those guys were all top-notch experts. The East Palace's guards were almost half killed right from the start."
"We retreated into the main hall, intending to use the protective array of the East Palace to defend ourselves. But it seemed that the other side was prepared. They used some kind of magic weapon to disrupt the array of the main hall, and then the leader shattered the protective array with a single palm strike."
Zuan glanced at him; the man in the middle had dark circles under his eyes, as if he were some time management master from a past life.
He nodded to himself, thinking that if even his own residence had a protective array, how could the Eastern Palace not? However, Yun Jianyue and the others were well-prepared and easily broke through even the Eastern Palace's array.
The other guards gasped in shock: "What are you going to do then?"
The guard with dark circles under his eyes said excitedly, "Fortunately, the Crown Prince's tutor arrived in time and stopped the leader of the group, but the other assassins still attacked the Crown Prince. Seeing everyone in fear, I shouted and charged out with my sword in the blink of an eye. I fought my way from the palace gate into the courtyard, and then back again, making three trips in and out, killing all the assassins without even blinking."
A tall, thin guard next to him sneered, "You haven't blinked once in all that time?"
"Of course I didn't blink. In that situation, there were enemies all around, how could I dare to be distracted even for a moment?" The guard in the black circle puffed out his chest, feeling extremely pleased as he looked at the admiring gazes of the other guards.
The tall, thin guard next to him spoke up again: "Don't your eyes get dry if you don't blink for so long?"
The guard with dark circles under his eyes froze with a smile: "I was saying I went in and out three times, leaving those assassins dead all over the place. Do you care if my eyes are dry or not?"
“I’m concerned about the same thing,” the tall, thin guard said again, “whether it’s three entries or three exits?”
The guard with dark circles under his eyes snorted: "Of course, it was three times in and three times out!"
"You said there were so many assassins killed that their bodies littered the ground. Just how many assassins did you kill?"
"How could I possibly count them one by one in such a critical moment!"
“I counted, you killed 3 assassins and wounded 4.”
The surrounding guards booed. They had been listening to him boast so much, but this was all he said.
Although they knew that given the assassins' skills, such a record was already quite impressive when outnumbered, they still couldn't help but laugh at him, mainly because he had just boasted too much.
The guard with dark circles under his eyes roared, "Jiao Sigun, do you really want to argue with me? How many have you killed?"
The tall, thin guard, who looked like a contrarian, seemed to have been waiting for this question. He raised his head and said smugly, "I am not very capable, but I have killed one more assassin than you."
Dark-circled guard: "..."
The guards around him, quite tactfully, went to flatter the tall, thin, argumentative man standing to the side.
The guard with dark circles under his eyes was very unhappy that his companion had stolen the limelight: "In the end, we were just tinkering. The person we should thank the most is that Eleventh Lord."
"Which Eleventh Lord?" The surrounding guards were puzzled, as they had never heard of this name before.
Zu An was about to go inside to find the imperial physician when he heard this person's name and stopped in his tracks. "Sigh, why are people so vain?"
At this moment, the guard with dark circles under his eyes said, "Of course it's the Eleventh Lord, the Golden Embroidered-Robe Envoy."
“Nonsense, it’s common knowledge that there are only 10 Gold Medal Envoys,” a guard retorted.
“We thought there were only 10 people before, but we found out there was an eleventh one today,” the guard with dark circles under his eyes said. “We were outnumbered, and even the Crown Princess had to fight. When the Crown Princess was in danger, the Eleventh Lord appeared, grabbed her, cough cough, and with a swift stroke, killed several high-level assassins.”
Although he was a big talker, he knew that the Crown Princess being hugged was a taboo subject, and he dared not spread it around.
The tall, thin companion next to him corrected him: "Strictly speaking, the eleven men did not instantly kill those assassins; they only defeated them in one move. They did not kill them at all."
"You always have to argue with me about everything!" the guard with dark circles under his eyes roared. "If you say another word, I'm not playing dice with you anymore!"
"Oh~" The tall, thin guard finally shut his mouth.
The guard with dark circles under his eyes continued, "Anyway, once Lord Eleven arrived, all of us felt much less pressure. He protected the Crown Prince and Crown Princess with his sword, and his sword truly shone brightly across nineteen provinces. Countless assassins rushed towards him, but none of them could cross the line."
He had just been exposed for boasting, so now he could only satisfy his vanity by praising Lord Eleven. Seeing the gleaming admiring eyes of the guards, he felt a sense of honor and great satisfaction.
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