The faint killing intent gradually faded away.
Yin Er was wearing a mask, so his expression was not visible, but Long Xun still heard the leader of the secret guards exhale softly.
Long Xun didn't say anything more, and disappeared without a trace.
Yin Yi wasn't surprised by this. He approached Yin Er and said coldly, "Yin Er, from this day forward, you are no longer a member of the Dark Guard, but a loyal servant of His Majesty. From now on, you will live for him and die for him, becoming his blade and his shield. Do you understand?"
Yin Er didn't say anything, but suddenly lifted his foot and walked towards the secret passage, quickly disappearing from everyone's sight using his lightness skill.
These were assassins exclusively for the emperor, his personal bodyguards. They were so close that unless the emperor and his wives were in bed together, the assassins would remain hidden in the palace guarding the palace.
Of course, assassins cannot truly guard the emperor's side at all times. Other secret guards will also protect the emperor. Only when the emperor is overthrown will the secret guards be untrustworthy.
When Yin Er arrived at the palace, he found that the young emperor had not yet gone to sleep, but was sitting quietly on the bed, picking up a memorial and reading it again.
Hidden silently atop the roof beam, Yin Er watched the young emperor's figure. Behind his mask, his dark eyes reflected the candlelight in the bedchamber, flickering like endless stars gently floating within, an unbelievably beautiful sight.
Dragon horns, dragon tail, a body of silver armor, red crest feathers hanging down his back, a scarlet cloak draped diagonally across his left shoulder and lower back, exuding an inexplicable bloodthirsty and ferocious aura.
That was his master, the person he would protect for the rest of his life.
Long Xun, who seemed to be working diligently, released his divine sense again, and the feedback was still that there was neither Bei Chen's aura nor A Chen's aura.
When selecting assassins, Long Xun clearly felt a stirring in his heart.
Bei Chen's soul suffered a severe injury, and he will be reincarnated like A Chen. The person who touched his heart at that time was Yin Er, but whether Yin Er was Bei Chen or A Chen, Long Xun dared not be sure for a moment.
If it's Bei Chen... wouldn't we just be disappointed for nothing?
Long Xun hates Bei Chen, but compared to finding Yin Chen, Bei Chen is nothing but trash.
In any case... there's a significant chance that Yin Er could be A Chen. It's something that will have to be confirmed sooner or later, so there's no need to delay any longer.
As Long Xun thought this, his cold voice came out: "Hidden Two."
Silently, a tall figure dressed in black appeared three meters in front of him, kneeling on one knee and bowing respectfully. Only his raven-black hair, styled into a ponytail, could be seen slipping down his shoulder as he bowed his head.
Seeing his posture, Long Xun felt a pang of emotion once again. He frowned slightly, looking rather uncomfortable, and said, "Get up and look at me."
Yin Er, like a machine, obeyed every command and action, getting up obediently. His dark eyes, through the mask, quietly fell on Long Xun.
His eyes were beautiful, with long eyelashes that fluttered like butterfly wings, and a clear, calm gaze, like two deep pools, or as deep as the cosmos, with starlight floating and sinking within them, serene yet possessing a captivating beauty.
The moment their eyes met, Long Xun's heart, which had been aching ever since he caused his lover's death, felt as if it had been soaked in warm water. A warm and comforting feeling came from the bottom of his heart, soothing Long Xun's pain.
The young emperor sitting on the dragon bed had a cold and disdainful handsome face. The icy and fierce aura on his face gradually disappeared, and his sharp features softened. The weariness and tyranny that had always lingered around him was replaced by a subtle and gentle aura.
He had no expression on his face, yet it gave the impression that he was smiling.
Yin Er watched as his master emerged from the gloom, as if after a devastating blizzard, the world was covered in a blanket of white, cold yet clean and beautiful.
His usually steady heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat. However, his long-term training and self-control prevented the assassin from showing the slightest abnormality.
Long Xun's voice was gentle, containing a subtle warmth, as he softly said, "Take off your mask."
Yin Er obediently raised his hand, untied the mask strap tied behind his head, and took off the black mask, but his eyelids drooped down.
The face beneath the mask was exceptionally handsome, just as Long Xun knew it, with a small white mole the size of a little fingertip on his forehead.
A man with a mole on his face is called a "ge'er" (哥儿).
The brighter the color of the mole, the better the fertility, and the more outstanding the offspring will be.
Some boys are born with congenital defects. Although they have moles, the color of the moles is light and almost white. They have difficulty having children and cannot have children with women. Such boys are ridiculed as disabled from birth, and their parents will also despise them.
Yin Er was abandoned by his parents and became an orphan when he was young because of this. Later, he was selected by the previous generation of Dark Guard trainers and has been trained as a Dark Guard ever since.
Although the young men are male, their appearance is more delicate than that of women, their figures are more supple, and their constitutions are more fragile and pitiful. Although Yin Er's appearance is exceptionally handsome when viewed from a male perspective, among the young men, he is too masculine. Coupled with his tall stature and muscular build, he is completely ugly.
As a secret bodyguard, gender and appearance are irrelevant; all he needs to do is protect his master.
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