Cursing Prince Qing Su Beici in his heart, Emperor Wu Sheng took a sip to suppress his anger. Although he knew that Su Beici would not be so stupid as to leave any evidence, he still asked him again as a matter of procedure.
"Tell me the details."
However, Emperor Wu Sheng was actually clear-headed in his mind. The key was not the evidence, after all, it was easy to fabricate false evidence. The key was military power.
If Su Beici had not gathered the 300,000 troops controlled by Prince Qing's Mansion at the border, he would have killed him long ago!
"Reporting to the Emperor, after the Seventeenth Princess's Fenglin Palace caught fire, a nearby night patrol team heard shouts and immediately rushed to the scene. They found the Seventeenth Princess's maid, Liu Yue, in the guest room of a side hall. She had drowned, and it is suspected that she was killed by an assassin. We also found an assassin in the corner outside the room..."
"Did the torture reveal anything?"
Emperor Wu Sheng's eyes lit up when he mistakenly thought that Commander Zheng had caught the assassin. Perjury was not acceptable, but having real evidence would be a leverage even if it couldn't deprive him of his military power.
With even more cold sweat, Commander Zheng answered with a stiff upper lip, "When we found the assassin, he was already dead."
"Dead?!" Emperor Wu Sheng was shocked and his voice became higher.
"Yes, he was already dead when we found him," Commander Zheng replied tremblingly. "The cause of death was a stone piercing his heart. That kind of force would have been impossible without sixty years of practice."
After saying this, Commander Zheng lowered his head, closed his eyes, and prepared to face the coming storm.
The facts are already very clear. A master came to the palace last night, a real master!
Those who have accumulated martial arts skills for more than 60 years are the elders who are the leaders of the martial arts world.
Shocked, Emperor Wu Sheng frowned and pondered with dark eyes, a peerless master with sixty years of experience?
The security of the palace is the responsibility of the Imperial Guards, but Emperor Wu Sheng knows very well what level the Imperial Guards are at. If he relies on this group of idiots for security, he will die without knowing how.
As an emperor, he naturally has the double protection of the royal secret guards.
The Dragon Guards who were secretly protecting him were all very skilled in martial arts and had profound abilities. In the martial arts world, they were among the best. However, Long Yi did not report to him yesterday, which meant that the Dragon Guards did not find any trace of the assassin.
Emperor Wu Sheng was well aware that Su Beici had secret guards. He was not surprised that Su Beici's secret guards could sneak into the Fenglin Hall of the Bixiao Palace quietly.
After all, the Dragon Guards were there to protect him. It was normal for the Dragon Guards not to check a remote courtyard like Fenglin Palace for the time being.
But the person who was able to kill Su Beici without making any noise and leave the palace quietly... No, this person might be hiding in the palace!
But why save Seventeen?
The people around Seventeen?
Or is it to assassinate him?
Or maybe the dead assassin was not Su Beici's man at all?
Emperor Wu Sheng couldn't help but think too much.
…
On the other side, in a courtyard of Prince Qing's Mansion, under a towering ancient tree with lush branches and leaves, Prince Qing Su Beici, wearing the black court robe that he had not yet changed, stood under the tree with his hands behind his back, emitting a chilling solemnity, which was the murderous aura soaked in blood on the battlefield and the majesty naturally generated from being in a high position for a long time.
The wind blew and the leaves rustled.
Su Beici raised his long eyebrows slightly. Thinking of the ugly expression of Emperor Wu Sheng this morning, the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously.
Yang the scoundrel wanted to marry his daughter to him so he could have a spy next to him? He was just dreaming!
So what if she's a princess? He'll kill her anyway!
"master."
Along with the rustling sound of leaves, a figure suddenly appeared behind Su Beici like a ghost, half-kneeling on the ground.
Su Beici was surprised when he heard the voice, and the smile on the corner of his lips disappeared in an instant.
Why is it Yingyi?
"Where's Ying Jiu? Hasn't he returned to report yet?"
"Master, Ying Jiu has not returned yet, and our spies in the Imperial Guards just reported back that an assassin was discovered last night. When the Imperial Guards arrived at the scene, the assassin was already dead."
"Dead?"
Su Beici's face darkened, and his eyes darkened into a gloomy one. His dark eyes instantly filled with murderous intent. He sneered, "Oh, that thief Yang actually sent the Dragon Guards to protect his tool daughter."
Su Beici was very confident in Ying Jiu's strength. It was impossible for the Royal Guards, a bunch of good-for-nothings, to find Ying Jiu, let alone kill him.
Only the Dog Emperor's Dragon Guards have this ability!
"Master, the spies also said that Ying Jiu was killed by a stone. The stone was embedded in his heart. The depth of the stone in his flesh shows that the person who attacked him must have had at least sixty years of skill."
"I really underestimated the Dog Emperor's Dragon Guards. I didn't expect that there were such masters hiding there." Su Beici's expression darkened as he seemed to be thinking about something. He originally wanted to arrange an assassination to kill the Dog Emperor directly, but now it seems that the Dog Emperor's Dragon Guards are really full of hidden talents.
It seems that we still need to plan for the long term. However, there is no rush. The people who control him have successfully gained the trust of the Dog Emperor.
Soon, he will be able to avenge their entire Prince Qing Mansion!
"Master, Princess Seventeen is currently recuperating in Qinglan Palace. Should we look for another opportunity..."
Su Beici waved his hand, "Since she didn't die this time, that old thief Yang Yaokun will definitely arrange more people to protect her. If we take action again, we will only walk into a trap. Let's keep her. She will die sooner or later anyway."
"Yes, Master."
…
Lin Xiaoman slept well until dawn. As a disabled person with a broken leg, she did not need to pay her respects to the imperial concubine every day.
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