Chapter 66 Three Assassins Beg for Repentance
That night, the backyard of the Jiayu Prefectural Governor's Mansion was brightly lit.
Chu Chongjin conducted an overnight trial of Sun Dehai's case, and the account books he found in the secret room implicated nearly a hundred officials of all ranks in the Jiangnan bureaucracy.
This is a vast and intricate network of interests centered around the Second Prince, Sikong Ming.
Yan Ziche, along with a dozen or so clerks, was busy writing and organizing evidence, barely having time to breathe.
Mu Fang and Xiao Beichen personally led troops to seal up the prefectural governor's mansion and imprison all the core figures of Sun Dehai's faction.
The entire Jiayu County changed overnight.
And Mu Yu, the "hero" behind all of this, is currently sleeping soundly in her own courtyard.
She had used up a lot of energy today, both "smelling" and "pointing" directions. Now she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the bed, making even, pig-like grunts.
Xie Zhiwei specially lit some calming incense for her, and she hugged the little rabbit doll that Qin Zheng had given her tightly in her arms.
In her sea of consciousness, a vast golden pool of blessings shimmered.
Today, the investigation and confiscation of corrupt officials' ill-gotten gains, which were then used for disaster relief, earned her a huge amount of good fortune.
The water level in the entire pond rose significantly, and the golden auspiciousness was so rich that it almost materialized, illuminating the entire sea of consciousness as bright as day.
Mu Yu's koi carp was happily blowing bubbles in the pond, occasionally swaying its beautiful tail.
The night was deep and quiet, and all was still.
Three dark figures, like ghosts, silently crossed the high walls of the prefectural governor's mansion.
They moved with agility and landed silently, clearly top-tier assassins.
The leader of the men in black made a hand gesture, and the three of them formed a triangular formation and made their way towards the courtyard where Mu Yu was.
They were the "Black Wind Hall" assassins whom Sun Dehai contacted through his last means. They were the most notorious assassin organization in Jiayu County and even the entire Jiangnan region.
Their mission was singular: to kill Princess Anguo, known as the "Little Water God," at all costs.
Sun Dehai has gone mad. He knows he is doomed, so he wants to take the demoness who destroyed everything with him.
The three assassins had lived a life of constant danger and bloodshed, their hearts hardened to the point of being cold as iron, and they were shrouded in a heavy aura of bad luck and bloodlust.
In Mu Yu's eyes of destiny, they were like three moving sources of black pollution.
In the shadows outside the courtyard, the elite Xuanjia Army guards vigilantly scanned their surroundings but found nothing unusual.
These assassins are too professional.
The lead assassin quietly approached Mu Yu's window and took out a thin blowpipe from his pocket.
The tube contained a deadly poison needle; a gentle blow would cause the little girl to die silently in her sleep.
He brought the blowpipe to his lips, aiming it at the small breathing hole on the window paper, ready to exert force.
Suddenly, he froze.
An indescribable, warm and peaceful aura seeped out from the cracks in the window, like a spring breeze in March, gently brushing against his cheek.
This scent carries a faint milky fragrance and the smell of sun-dried blankets.
The assassin's heart, which had long been frozen, trembled without warning.
A picture suddenly appeared in his mind.
That was when he was very young, in the wheat field of his hometown, his mother was smiling as she handed him a steaming hot roasted sweet potato.
"Dog Egg, eat slowly, don't burn yourself."
My mother's smile is so warm.
How long has it been since he last thought of his mother?
Ten years? Twenty years?
Since his hometown was ravaged by bandits and his parents died, he was sold into the "Black Wind Hall" and has never had a "home" again.
The blowpipe in his hand suddenly felt incredibly heavy.
"Boss, what's wrong?" The other two assassins urged him quietly when they saw that he was not making a move.
They also felt that strange warmth, and their restless killing intent subsided considerably.
The lead assassin shook his head violently, trying to shake off the inappropriately sentimental image from his mind.
He's an assassin; assassins can't have feelings!
He raised the blowpipe again, a fierce glint in his eyes.
However, when his gaze returned to the small hole, he no longer smelled simple warmth.
It was an even more magnificent and vast golden light, like a flood bursting its banks, that gushed out from the small courtyard and instantly enveloped the three of them!
This is the overflowing good fortune in Muyu's Blessing Pond, a passive defense that spontaneously formed after sensing the intense malice from the outside world.
This force is not offensive, yet it is more terrifying than any sword or blade.
It is purifying.
Purify the blood, resentment, and death clinging to them.
"Thump!"
An assassin suddenly knelt down, tears streaming down his face.
"I...I remember now, my childhood dream was to be a chef!"
"My mother said my scallion pancakes are the best in the world... Why did I become an assassin? Why did I kill people?"
As he spoke, he slapped himself hard across the face with his palm.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
The other assassin also threw away his dagger, squatted in the corner, and whimpered in pain, holding his head.
“I’m so sorry to Cuihua in Sanlitun… I promised her I would go back and marry her after I retired from crime, but I… I killed so many people, how can I face her?”
The leader of the assassins was the most pathetic.
He trembled all over, dropped the blowpipe in his hand, and curled up into a ball.
He saw every person he had killed over the years; their faces appeared before him in turn, silently questioning him.
He had always thought of himself as a cold-blooded tool, but at this moment, endless regret and fear overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.
He is not a tool; he is a human being.
He will also be afraid, and he will regret it.
"I was wrong... I was really wrong..."
He began to kowtow to the wall, as if only in this way could he alleviate the sins in his heart.
Xiao Beichen was leading a patrol team outside the courtyard wall when he suddenly heard a strange noise coming from the corner of the wall.
There were sounds of crying, talking to oneself, slapping, and kowtowing.
"Who goes there!"
Xiao Beichen shouted and led his soldiers to charge forward.
Then, they witnessed a scene they would never forget.
Three men dressed in black, who looked like bad guys, were squatting in the corner of the princess's courtyard.
One of them was crying and begging to go home and make scallion pancakes.
A man was repeatedly apologizing to a girl named Cuihua.
Another person was banging their head against the wall, repeatedly shouting, "I was wrong."
Xiao Beichen and his soldiers were completely dumbfounded.
What's going on?
Is this the latest performance art?
Or perhaps... the assassins Sun Dehai hired all have some kind of mental problem?
Xiao Beichen was stunned for a long time before waving his hand.
"Tie them all up and take them back for questioning."
He felt that what happened tonight was somewhat beyond his comprehension.
The next morning, when Mu Yu was being carried out of the room by Mu Fang while yawning, she saw three men with bruised and swollen faces kneeling in the courtyard.
Xiao Beichen was reporting to Chu Chongjin with a conflicted expression.
"Your Highness, they've all confessed. They were assassins from the Black Wind Gang, sent by Sun Dehai."
"But...but this is what they looked like when we found them last night."
"They insisted that they came to surrender themselves to the authorities and ask the court to give them a chance to reform and start anew."
Xiao Beichen became less and less confident as he spoke.
Who would believe that if I told them that?!
Chu Chongjin stared at the three top assassins, their faces filled with remorse and their eyes as clear as those of three-year-old children, and fell into a long silence.
He turned his head and looked at Mu Yu, who was rubbing his eyes and curiously "sizing up" the three people.
Mu Yu's lips moved slightly, as if she was savoring something.
"Daddy, the black lines on these three uncles seem to have been washed off."
"It has turned white now, although it is still very faint."
She stretched out her small hand, pointed at the leader of the assassins, and said to Chu Chongjin with a serious expression.
"Ninth Brother, this uncle's scallion pancakes smell delicious."
Upon hearing this, the leader of the assassins was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes, and he kowtowed deeply to Mu Yu.
"Little immortal! You are truly a little immortal! This humble servant is willing to make scallion pancakes for you for the rest of my life!"
Chu Chongjin: "..."
Mu Fang: "..."
Xiao Beichen and Yan Ziche: "..."
The entire courtyard fell into an eerie silence once again.
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