Chapter 58
Mu Yulu closed her eyes, wondering if she was hallucinating.
Mu Qinhan and Sanzhou Jinse are in cahoots. Feng Wentang is not by his father's side at this moment, but has appeared in Qichen Palace and stood in front of the Third Prince.
Before tonight's incident, Mu Yulu thought these people were completely unrelated.
She frantically tried to sort out the relationships between the people in her mind, and then, in the vortex of this power struggle, she thought of another person.
Another person who didn't appear tonight, but has some connection, however shallow, to the main characters at the center of tonight's vortex.
That was her father, Mu Yugang.
Suddenly everything made sense.
He would stop at nothing to marry her into the Mu family, and in his previous life he went to great lengths to make Mu Wanyi the concubine of the Third Prince. It seems that this old fox is betting on both sides!
However, judging from the current situation, he must think that the old emperor is not long for life, so he is more optimistic about the third prince. Moreover, this old fox must be plotting something with the third prince in secret, otherwise Mu Qinhan and Sanzhou Jinse would not need to sneak into the Mu residence so often at night.
No wonder Mu Qinhan wasn't angry when San Zhou Jinse snatched the embroidered ball that day; he still looked determined to win.
No wonder that after throwing the embroidered ball, Mu Qinhan appeared in front of her that night dressed in black, and told her with great certainty that he knew Sanzhou Jinse better than she did, so he knew he would never come back to marry her.
It turns out that everything was under his control from beginning to end, and that he and Sanzhou Jinse were actually allies.
In that instant, a sense of betrayal welled up within her, and she even began to dislike Sanzhou Jinse. Although Sanzhou Jinse had never agreed to marry her from the beginning, and he had kept his promise by appearing and snatching the embroidered ball, Mu Yulu still felt that he had betrayed her.
How could he become an ally of Mu Qinhan?
Just as Mu Yulu was distracted, shards of broken cups flew straight at her amidst the chaotic fighting. By the time she came to her senses, it was too late to dodge.
Mu Yulu staggered backward, when suddenly a figure blocked her way. With a gentle flick of his flowing sleeves, he swept away all the fragments.
It was Sanzhou Jinse who, amidst the chaos, kept an eye on her movements and flew over to shield her the moment the shards flew up.
Hiding behind Sanzhou Jinse, her anger subsided considerably. She had just shouted, "Don't worry about me, just be careful," when he shoved her behind a huge pillar.
Before he could even turn around and glance at her, Feng Wentang's longsword was already at his face in an instant.
The sword light that Feng Wentang wielded was completely opposite to the flamboyant sword intent of Sanzhou Jinse. The sword light was not dazzlingly bright, but a restrained, flowing light like autumn water. However, at this moment, the restrained sword light revealed endless killing intent.
Sanzhou Jinse parried with his sword, but seeing that his opponent's killing intent was evident and that he was pressing forward step by step, he simply turned around and retreated to advance by retreating.
At the same time, many more men in black poured into the hall. They did not dare to approach Sanzhou Jinse directly, but instead surrounded him and shot poisoned needles and hidden weapons from their sleeves at him.
Mu Yulu hid behind a pillar, peeking out to watch the fight between Sanzhou Jinse and Feng Wentang. When she saw the hidden weapons coming at Sanzhou Jinse like a storm, she couldn't help but exclaim in alarm, "Be careful!"
San Zhou Jinse remained calm in the face of danger. As he retreated, he flicked his wrist, and the sword in his hand suddenly shone brightly.
In an instant, it seemed as if countless streams of sword energy swirled around him. The poisoned needles and hidden weapons that shot towards him collided with this invisible barrier of sword energy, and after making a series of crisp clanging sounds, they were all pulverized into dust.
Two assassins silently darted out, attempting to ambush San Zhou Jinse from behind. However, before they could even get close to her, and before they could even draw their poisoned daggers, they felt a blur before their eyes and a chill run down their throats. Before they could even cry out, they collapsed to the ground.
So this is the true strength of the legendary number one master in the world. His ghostly swordsmanship is completely unexpected, and no one can guess where his next sword will strike.
In the vast Qichen Palace, with so many assassins, only Feng Wentang managed to get close to Sanzhou Jinse.
Sanzhou Jinse moved swiftly, her sword following her every step, like a dragon entering the sea, gracefully plunging into the group of assassins.
His swordsmanship had reached a state of perfection, as unpredictable as a gazelle hanging its horns, yet precise and deadly. The assassins originally thought they had surrounded him, but they never expected that he had surrounded them all by himself.
All the hidden weapons and poisoned arrows, the so-called encirclement techniques—all these methods were child's play in the face of absolute power. In the blink of an eye, Sanzhou Jinse annihilated all the assassins as easily as cutting cabbages and watermelons.
Breaking free from the encirclement, San Zhou Jinse swayed and charged towards the Third Prince once more, sword in hand.
But once again, Feng Wentang blocked his way.
"bite--!"
A deafening sound rang out, and a violent gust of air exploded outwards from the two people, instantly blowing away the overturned tables and chairs around them.
Mu Yulu, who was hiding behind the pillar, was stunned.
She knew that Feng Wentang was highly skilled in martial arts, but she did not know that his skills were so high that he could fight against Sanzhou Jinse for so long without being at a disadvantage.
Using the force of this sway, San Zhou Jinse spun lightly like a willow catkin in the wind, dissipating the impact of the airflow, and then charged towards the Third Prince again.
Although Mu Yulu couldn't understand the two sword styles, she could clearly see San Zhou Jinse's murderous intent towards the Third Prince. She bitterly sighed in her heart that a good assassin like him, who never forgot his original intention and always sought out someone to kill, was a qualified assassin.
However, Feng Wentang was not so easy to get rid of. Underneath his black bodysuit, the muscles on his arms bulged, and the long sword in his hand gleamed coldly as it locked onto Sanzhou Jinse.
Unable to break through after a long attack, Sanzhou Jinse seemed to be a little annoyed. Her sword style changed from light and graceful to wide and sweeping. The moment the sword was swung, the blazing sword wind rushed towards Feng Wentang. Even the flames of the overturned candlestick a few feet behind him were suddenly suppressed.
Faced with this overwhelming and domineering sword style, a serious look flashed across Feng Wentang's eyes.
He knew he had pushed Sanzhou Jinse too far, and the other party was starting to take things seriously.
A sharper, more piercing sound of swords clashing exploded in the air, sparks flying everywhere. The two swordsmen were completely evenly matched.
However, Mu Qinhan, who was in a high position, could see that after several exchanges, Sanzhou Jinse had already discerned the flaws in Feng Wentang's sword style. Although Feng Wentang seemed to be holding his own, he was actually being gradually pushed to the brink by Sanzhou Jinse, and the flaws that appeared were becoming more and more numerous.
Sure enough, not long after, Feng Wentang's continuous sword momentum faltered for a moment, and Sanzhou Jinse immediately seized the opportunity to sweep back with a horizontal slash. The sword wind howled like a giant axe splitting a mountain, cutting Feng Wentang's sword momentum in two. This change of move was devoid of any skill, relying entirely on his powerful internal energy. Wherever the sword wind passed, even the air seemed to groan under its strain.
Mu Yulu gasped in shock.
San Zhou Jinse's fierce fighting style clearly aroused Feng Wentang's sword intent. Instead of retreating, he advanced and directly flashed into the violent sword circle.
The distance between the two instantly closed to less than three feet.
The sounds of the two longswords clashing instantly merged into one, as dense as rain pattering on banana leaves.
In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged dozens of blows, their sword energy crisscrossing and sending splinters of wood flying from the surrounding tables.
Apart from Mu Yulu, everyone else still in the hall was a martial artist, but even they were mesmerized by what they saw, almost forgetting to breathe.
Both of their sword intents were rising, and after one hard clash after another, Sanzhou Jinse's sword style suddenly changed.
His next sword strike was so fast it was beyond the limits of vision. Feng Wentang cried out in alarm and raised his sword to block, but unexpectedly, when the two swords collided, his hand suddenly felt light, and the longsword he was using to block was knocked away by Sanzhou Jinse.
Just as he was about to lose, at this critical moment, Sanzhou Jinse suddenly stiffened, and the sword aimed at Feng Wentang's throat deviated an inch to the left.
What was a barely perceptible change to others was crystal clear to a master. The moment San Zhou Jinse froze, Feng Wentang knew that he had been poisoned.
A piercing, excruciating pain suddenly erupted from the depths of San Zhou Jinse's dantian without warning. This familiar pain came suddenly and violently, instantly sweeping through his limbs and bones, causing his vision to go black and his sword-wielding hand to tremble uncontrollably.
He forcibly suppressed the metallic taste rising in his throat, trying to stabilize his sword strike, but his inner strength was frozen as if by invisible ice, and he could no longer gather the pure sword intent he had just had.
Feng Wentang seized the opportunity, grabbed the longsword falling from the sky, and leaped up to attack again.
At this moment, Sanzhou Jinse was being attacked by the cold poison in her body, and the flow of her internal energy was blocked. Forcibly mobilizing it would only exacerbate the spread of the poison.
Now he has no choice but to withdraw.
While parrying Feng Wentang's fierce attack, he forcefully gathered his energy and retreated rapidly. Even Mu Yulu could see that his steps were unsteady, so how could the Third Prince not see it?
He quickly shouted at the remaining assassins who dared not step forward, "Hurry up and kill him now!"
The remaining assassins mustered their courage and rushed forward, but they did not expect that although San Zhou Jinse was poisoned, he was still able to forcibly mobilize his internal energy. He deliberately exposed an opening, and when they rushed up in a swarm, he suddenly flicked his wrist, and the long sword in his hand exploded into a slightly chaotic but still dazzling sword flower.
His move not only annihilated all the assassins, but also forced Feng Wentang to retreat several steps. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Sanzhou Jinse withdrew and flew towards the moon gate on the side of Qichen Palace that led to the Imperial Garden without hesitation.
Feng Wentang followed closely behind, rushing into the moon gate in the next second and disappearing into the deep night outside the palace.
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