Gu Yunru was grumbling and pounding her legs. After half an incense stick of time, she finally regained consciousness.

"Princess, I don't think the wound hurts anymore." Cheng Shaoyuan found that the wound on his back seemed to be slightly warm, not as heart-wrenchingly painful as just now.

"Of course, but we have to change the medicine quickly." Gu Yunru was always concerned about his injuries. If anything went wrong, she would feel uneasy for the rest of her life.

"Um."

Cheng Shaoyuan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that her legs were finally able to move.

The two walked together and came to the foot of the mountain, but unexpectedly they encountered a heavy downpour and had to hide in a nearby cave.

“The weather changes so quickly…” Gu Yunru complained about her legs and shook off the raindrops on her shoulders. Suddenly, she cried out “Ahh” and her eyes turned black.

"Princess..." Cheng Shaoyuan looked at her straight body shaking, and hurried forward to hold her arm, looking at her with concern and worry on his face.

"Did you catch a cold?" Cheng Shaoyuan frowned and helped her to sit down in the cave. The heavy rain outside was still going on, making people feel upset.

Seeing Gu Yunru closing her eyes and shivering, she must have caught a cold. Cheng Shaoyuan was worried and had to hold her in his arms to pass on the remaining warmth in his body to her.

They were just waiting for the heavy rain to stop while they were looking for a way out.

Rong Zhen and Qingfeng went in the heavy rain to look for Gu Yunru's whereabouts. After a day and a night, there was still no news of them nearby.

"My Lord, Lord Cheng and the princess disappeared together, they should be fine." Qingfeng comforted Rong Zhen. They were both wearing straw raincoats and riding on horseback. The heavy rain soaked their clothes and boots, making the road ahead muddy. Rong Zhen was thinking about Gu Yunru's death and had no intention of listening to what he was saying.

"Your Highness..." Qingfeng was just about to speak when a feather arrow flew in from somewhere. Fortunately, he was extremely agile and caught the arrow in his mouth.

There were people laying ambushes around, and Rong Zhen pricked up his ears. He was afraid that the remnants had not yet been cleared out, and they were waiting for an opportunity to ambush here.

"Prince, be careful!" Seeing four or five arrows flying towards him, Qingfeng drew his sword, quickly protected him and shot down all the arrows. The rain had stopped at this time and the surroundings seemed quiet, but it made people feel even more panicked.

"Your Highness, there is an ambush here. Let's retreat quickly!" After all, there were only two of them going there alone, and they didn't know what kind of difficulties they would encounter on the road ahead.

Rong Zhen obviously didn't want to leave. Hearing that the noise around him had quieted down, he was about to evacuate with Qingfeng to discuss further matters, but he saw a few assassins wearing straw raincoats behind him, guarding everywhere with the hilts of their swords in their hands.

"Your Highness, please leave these people to me." Qingfeng was just thinking of using a few people to vent his anger, but he didn't expect that someone would come to his door.

The Grand Chancellor received a secret report that none of the people he sent out survived. He thought that all the officials had died tragically, but he did not expect that Rong Zhen had come up with a strategy to lure the tiger away from the mountain. In anger, he sent the killer.

The criminal officials were escorted back to the capital one by one. Their whereabouts were very secretive along the way so that the Grand Chancellor's men would not easily know about it. The Grand Chancellor's men were worrying about how to kill these people to silence them, but they didn't know that their every move was being watched by the people above, and no matter what they did, it might alert the enemy.

Besides, Rong Zhen and Qingfeng were ambushed in the woods. They were all top-level assassins with prominent status in the martial arts world. Qingfeng was evenly matched with them at once. It was estimated that there were eight people on the other side. Rong Zhen slowly closed his eyes.

"You all come from the Sword Tomb."

Rong Zhen's voice was low and pleasant, with a slight raise at the corner of his mouth, and no emotion could be seen in his eyes. Everyone looked at each other. They were all from Jianzhong, and everyone in the world knew that Jianzhong and the royal family were incompatible and would not interfere with each other. If it was not necessary, Jianzhong would not assassinate court officials. However, today's actions made Rong Zhen very confused.

When they realized their identities were exposed, they formed a formation to surround Rong Zhen. No matter how skilled he was in martial arts, it would be difficult for him to escape from their Eight Immortals Sword Technique.

"My Lord, be careful!"

Qingfeng was unfortunately seriously injured and leaned against a tree, watching the prince being surrounded by these people. It seemed that the people behind the scenes were worried that the prince would investigate the matter thoroughly, so they asked the people from Jianzhong to kill and silence them.

"The Sword Tomb and the imperial court have always kept to themselves. I am curious about what benefits that man gave you." Rong Zhen's voice was very low, and he pursed his thin and sexy lips lightly, revealing a casual charm. If you didn't listen carefully, it would be difficult to make out what he was saying.

Just when everyone was setting up the formation, Rong Zhen found a technique to break through the formation and defeated them one by one.

He cut off the leader's head, wrapped it in a piece of black cloth, and threw it next to Qingfeng. His handsome eyes were filled with a hint of bloodthirsty anger, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised without any warmth. "Send this head to the Sword Tomb, and let them see clearly that this is the fate of going against the court."

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Qingfeng was shocked, so he took the order and left, leaving Rong Zhen alone standing there. It started to rain heavily again, as if foreshadowing something.

The Gongsun Mansion founded the Sword Tomb in the martial arts world and had great influence, helping the previous emperor to regain territory, so the emperor specially gave them a piece of blessed land and instructed their descendants not to cause any trouble with the Sword Tomb, and not to interfere in court affairs. However, this suicide incident made Rong Zhen trace the blame to the Gongsun Mansion.

Gongsun Mu is the head of the Gongsun family and is in charge of all matters concerning the sword tomb.

That day, a servant brought an exquisite sandalwood box to him.

"Sir, this was sent by someone from Prince Zhao's Palace." The servant respectfully handed the box to him. Gongsun Mu was about to open it, but before his hand even touched the box, he already smelled a strong smell of blood.

"grandfather!"

A pretty girl with a pleasant and lively voice came out from behind the screen. She was wearing a light-colored long skirt with narrow sleeves and red plum blossoms embroidered on the hem. Her belt was wrapped with a lavender brocade cloth, which bound her slender waist that was so thin that it could not be grasped with one hand.

Her black hair was tied into a fairy bun, her eyes were lively, and her face was as beautiful as a lotus emerging from water. She wore a simple jade hairpin on her head, and her elegant and refined face added a touch of grace and elegance.

Gongsun Mu has been in charge of the Sword Tomb for more than forty years. He served the emperor of the previous dynasty and then concentrated on managing the Sword Tomb. He had almost no contact with the imperial court. However, he did not expect that what was in the box would shock him so much.