The moonlight, like water, seeped into the vast night. On the quiet streets, drunkards would occasionally stumble by, cursing and making a drunken rant.
"Woof woof, woof woof woof..."
When the first bark of a dog rang out in the deep alley, the entire capital city instantly erupted in excitement.
In the dark alley, the drunkard tried to stand up straight, but his numb nerves wouldn't obey him.
Suddenly, the sound of weapons clashing came from ahead. His eyes were blurry with drunkenness, and he could vaguely see that a few moments before, there were lights illuminating the way, but the next moment, they went out instantly.
"Bang, bang, bang." The sounds grew louder and louder. He burped and tried to go closer to look, but suddenly, he was hit on the back of the head by a hard object and collapsed to the ground.
Wang Jiyang knelt upright on the ground, with a group of people kneeling behind him. Not far away, more than thirty masked men approached like ghosts.
In an instant, arrows shot in from all directions with a 'whoosh whoosh whoosh' sound. From different places, many masked people appeared in a flash, only they were dressed in gray.
In the blink of an eye, the men in black and gray were intertwined, and blood stained the ground, but it did not affect Wang Jiyang and the others who were kneeling on the ground at all.
The person kneeling on the ground seemed to be in a different time and space, remaining expressionless and not even blinking.
After about an hour, the men in black gradually became exhausted. Of the original thirty-odd men, only a few remained. The leader of the men in black let out a roar, and the remaining men in black retreated while fighting.
However, most of the men in black failed to escape, with only the leader managing to shake off his opponents and flee into a dark alley.
However, the leader was caught in the net as soon as he jumped into the dark alley.
The man in gray did not give chase. Instead, after killing the people, he quickly cleaned up the battlefield, and before dawn, the place had returned to normal.
However, the air still smelled of blood.
Meanwhile, behind an artificial hill in the Yongwang Mansion, a deep, resonant voice called out, "Quickly, quickly deal with this, what bad luck!" It was immediately recognized as Mo Qin's voice.
"Sir, not everyone can fall off the artificial hill, so what about the other two?" someone asked.
"Drowning, hanging, banging your head against a wall, are you stupid?" This voice was noticeably lighter.
"No, I mean, those aren't the two from our manor."
"Throw them into a mass grave," Mo Qin's voice rang out.
In Chensong Courtyard, Bi Qiao brought over two cloaks and draped them over Zhao Shu and Prince Yong.
"Your Highness, Princess, it's almost dawn," she said softly.
Zhao Shu shifted her horse slightly. "Father, A-Jun is about to checkmate you."
"Sigh, you lost again." Prince Yong sighed, taking a sip of tea. "Let's go again. Honestly, you're just like your mother. Would it hurt you to admit defeat a little?"
He complained with dissatisfaction, but Zhao Shu's hand, which was setting up the chess pieces, suddenly paused. She smiled and said, "If Mother were still alive, would you still keep so many women?"
When asked this question out of the blue, Prince Yong was stunned for a long time. He looked at Zhao Shu, but he wasn't really looking at her. It was as if his eyes were empty, as if there was nothing in them.
After a long while, he put down the chess piece. "It's getting late. Let's get ready and go to the palace to keep your grandmother company while we wait for your uncle to finish his court session."
Zhao Shu stammered, "Oh."
He stopped playing chess, stood up, and went straight to wash his face. Fuxi and Fuqing hurriedly followed.
Bi Qiao watched Yong Wang's disappearing figure, shook her head helplessly, curtsied to Zhao Shu, and followed him out.
No sooner had Prince Yong left than Xiao Zhu Zi and Mo Qin arrived.
The two bowed together and said, "Princess."
"Lord Mo, please speak first," Zhao Shu quickly composed herself and sat down in a chair to ask.
Mo Qin bowed and cupped his hands, saying, "Princess, several concubines and several singing girls have passed away."
"Well, the concubines are pitiful too. Let them all be given a proper burial. Let Chu Chun and the others handle it." Zhao Shu sneered. Anyone who dares to come to the Yong Prince's mansion as a spy should be prepared to be eliminated!
Mo Qin lowered his head, said "yes," and stood aside. Zhao Shu's reaction was so cold that it chilled him to the bone. She was just a nine-year-old child. He had never seen such ferocity in any woman.
However, he would not pity those women. They ate the food, wore the clothes, and used the things provided by the royal family, yet they betrayed the royal family at every moment. Such people deserved to be eliminated.
"Little Zhu, how are you?"
"Your Highness, the man has been captured," Xiao Zhuzi reported. It was his first time carrying out a mission to capture assassins, and he was still feeling lingering fear.
Zhao Shu stood up. "Take me to see."
Upon arriving at the study in the main courtyard, Zhao Shu saw a man in black lying on the ground. His veil had been removed, his mouth was gagged with a wad of cloth, and he was tightly bound.
He walked over, kicked the man, and found he was still unconscious. He took out a gold hairpin, pulled the cloth out of the man's mouth, grabbed his jaw, and quickly and accurately picked out the poisoned fangs.
Xiao Zhu and Mo Qin, who were standing to the side, were both on edge. The princess was too ruthless.
The tooth was pulled out, and blood flowed out instantly. The pain of tooth extraction can numb the nerves. The man in black was awakened by the pain.
When he opened his eyes and gasped for breath in pain, Zhao Shu smiled and looked at him. "Your teeth are quite hard; my hand hurts." She shook her hand, which had been deeply and hardened from gripping the hairpin too tightly. She hadn't dissected anything in a long time and was rusty, even though it was different from pulling a tooth.
In modern times, she used to have a good grasp of all the required courses, such as anatomy, pathology, pharmacology, and physiology.
Without his fangs, the man in black tried to bite his tongue to commit suicide. Zhao Shu quickly pressed several acupoints on his body to numb him. Although she didn't know martial arts, she hadn't forgotten any of the 108 vital acupoints on the human body.
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