At the dyehouse in the south of the city, Zi Xi's short blade drew a silver arc in the moonlight, and the dyehouse gate collapsed with a crash.
She was the first to dash into the courtyard, followed closely by the black-clad assassins of the Death Squad.
"There are three rooms in the left wing and five in the right corridor."
She calmly and deliberately gestured, then rushed straight to the main hall, where the Black Bird Banner of the Zhanjun Pavilion hung.
The moment they burst through the window, three poisoned throwing knives came flying at them.
Zi Xi spun around to dodge, the blade grazing her cheek and drawing a bead of blood.
She threw several throwing knives with her backhand, and a muffled groan immediately came from the shadows.
"retreat!"
A warning came from the assassin behind him.
Before Zi Xi could turn around, her instincts made her duck down abruptly. A long spear grazed the top of her head and shattered the silver hairpin that held her hair in place.
The instant her black hair fell loose, the short sword hidden in her sleeve had already plunged into the attacker's throat.
"continue!"
The dye vats were smashed one by one, and the people hiding in the interlayers took out crossbows to fight back.
"careful!"
The warning from his companions arrived at the same time as the sound of crossbow bolts piercing the air.
Zi Xi instinctively turned to the side, but the arrow, gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light, was still wrapped in silk threads, allowing the enemy in the shadows to control it and pierce her left shoulder.
With the sound of tearing fabric, a bloodstain quickly spread across the black clothes.
"kill!"
She gritted her teeth and broke the arrow shaft, somewhat angry at herself for being too soft-hearted.
She's determined to love what she does and be strong in her own way!
It's just murder!
According to the investigation, the Zhanjun Pavilion seems to be full of wolves in sheep's clothing, and they have done a lot of things like burning, killing and looting!
Zi Xi slaughtered all the people from Zhan Jun Ge, leaving none alive, while the Dark Guards were in the secret chamber of Zhan Jun Ge's main altar.
Yin Yi's torch illuminated the mottled bloodstains on the blue brick wall.
The secret chamber beneath the dyehouse's cellar was deeper than expected. The three corpses of the elders of the Zhanjun Pavilion remained seated, fresh blood lines at their throats indicating they had only recently been killed.
"Commander!"
There's something in the interlayer.
Suddenly, the guards brought out a gilded box from behind the Buddhist shrine.
The moment the copper box mechanism popped open, a faint blue light filled the room, revealing seven letters with intact sealing wax, neatly stacked inside.
Yin Yi's pupils suddenly contracted.
The letter at the top was stamped with the golden seal of the Western Rong people bearing the wolf's head.
"Damn it...we dug up a huge one!"
Inside the imperial study, the candlelight flickered and burst.
This matter is of great importance. Yin Yi was the first to return and report. He knelt on one knee and said, "Your Majesty... all the key members of the Zhanjun Pavilion have been executed, and seventy-three secret letters have been seized."
On the secret letter held between Yin Jiuxiao's fingers, the last one was filled with twenty-seven names, each with a detailed note indicating its official rank, weaknesses, and the amount of money to be bribed.
"Okay, very good."
"My court has become a sieve."
Yin Jiuxiao chuckled softly, his fingertips stroking the golden wolf-head seal.
Yin Yi silently presented another item: "Your Majesty, this was found at the bottom of the box."
It was a half-melted black iron token, a messenger token for the northern border army.
Yin Jiuxiao suddenly crushed the teacup. The porcelain shards pierced his palm, and blood dripped down his wrist bone onto the secret letter.
“Consort Zheng’s maternal family… is truly excellent.”
He flicked the blood from his palm, glanced at the border army token, then marked the order of who died first on the secret letter, and casually asked, "Were there any casualties this time?"
No one was killed, but five people were seriously injured.
Yin hesitated for a moment.
"The suicide squad...one of our comrades was hit in the left shoulder by a poisoned arrow."
The vermilion pen snapped in two, and a sense of foreboding suddenly rose in Yin Jiuxiao's heart.
"Who is it? What poison is on the arrow?"
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