Inside the inn, Jun Wuji and his group were sitting in a guest room when Yingren knocked on the door and entered.
"My lord, we found this in the belt of the leader of the men in black."
Shadow Blade held a small wooden plaque in his hand. Jun Wuji reached out and took it. After glancing at the plaque, his eyes darkened.
Di Beiyao took the small wooden plaque from his hand and looked at it. He saw that three tiny red characters were engraved on the plaque: Seven Kill Pavilion.
"Seven Kill Pavilion?" I searched my memory.
The Seven Kill Pavilion, an assassin organization spread across various countries, differs from ordinary assassin organizations in that most of them operate in the open.
With a highly organized structure and a very clear division of labor, the Seven Kill Pavilion possesses an extremely powerful intelligence network that extends to every corner.
It could be a beggar on a street corner, a courtesan in a brothel, or even someone selling steamed buns and pancakes on the street.
However, one thing is quite special: they never get involved with the imperial court or officialdom, and naturally, they are not subject to the law.
They only believe in one thing: money.
He can do anything for you, provided you give him a satisfactory amount, and he'll fight to the death for you.
Thinking of this, Di Beiyao suddenly felt a headache coming on. What kind of deity had they offended?
Assassinating the current Prince Ji and the Crown Prince must have cost a fortune; that's quite extravagant.
Their expedition to Jiangnan was attacked by the Seven Killings Pavilion just two days after they left the capital.
There are only two possibilities.
This could be because the other princes, in their struggle for the throne, wanted to kill Prince Ji and the Crown Prince.
Either the Emperor has spies from Jiangnan who learned of Prince Ji's upcoming trip,
Fearing that his shady dealings would be exposed, he decided to take matters into his own hands and get rid of these two powerful figures.
Di Beiyao felt that the former was more likely.
After all, the latter would have needed the guts to assassinate two princes.
Whether it succeeds or not, if it's discovered, it will be an act that leads to the extermination of nine generations of one's family.
Of course, there is one last possibility: that the two of them joined forces to plan this assassination.
Jun Wuke, who had been fanning himself from the side, narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment before speaking.
"I learned by chance that my second and sixth brothers have a close relationship with the head of the Seven Killings Pavilion."
Clearly, Jun Wuke had also considered the two possibilities that Di Beiyao had just thought of.
Jun Wuji remained silent, his narrow phoenix eyes gazing south.
"This matter is probably not that simple. The combined value of our two lives is astronomical. I doubt the two of them alone have the ability to handle it."
Jun Wuke's waving fan suddenly stopped. "Does Your Majesty mean that they...have some dealings with those in the south?"
"All of this is just speculation right now. The trip to Jiangnan is urgent. Since it's the Seven Killings Pavilion, I'm afraid our journey ahead won't be peaceful."
"Qingfeng, prepare dry food and water; we don't need to stay at the inn any further on our journey."
"Yes, my lord." Qingfeng accepted the order and went downstairs to prepare things. Lin Lei, receiving a look from Jun Wuke, followed him downstairs.
"His Highness the Crown Prince will now ride in the same carriage as the two of us. This will make it easier to deal with any recurrence of a situation like today's."
Jun Wuji took a sip of tea, his voice still cold.
Jun Wuke was taken aback for a moment, but readily accepted, shaking the fan in her hand to hide her embarrassment.
He was wrong. He shouldn't have listened to his mother, who said that as the crown prince, he would naturally have people protecting his safety.
He only needs to master the art of governing a country.
Fighting and killing is the behavior of a reckless person, and it's not good if you get hurt somewhere.
Thinking about the fight between Jun Wuji and Di Beiyao and the men in black, while he could only watch helplessly, a sense of frustration rose in his heart.
Um, is it too late for him to learn martial arts now?
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