Mo Mei and Shan Cha both reacted swiftly and deftly. Shan Cha, throwing caution to the wind, pushed Yang Mengchen to the left while she courageously met the assassin’s soft sword. Mo Mei then drew her own long sword from her waist and, with a ’clang,’ sheared the assassin’s soft sword in half.
Hai Tang immediately struck the assassin’s chest with a heavy palm while loudly shouting, "Assassin!"
The Prince Mansion Guards, upon hearing the call, no longer concerned themselves with the commoners before them. They forcefully knocked these people to the ground and from all sides surged forth, encircling the assassin.
Although Hai Tang’s Inner Strength was not as profound as Yang Mengchen’s, over the years, she had taken spiritual medicines given to her by Mengchen. On the strength of Inner Strength alone, even Weichi Kong was no match for Hai Tang. Now, exerting her full power, even though the assassin was on guard, he was struck in the chest by Hai Tang, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood, feeling the blood in his body roiling and his complexion instantly turning as pale as paper.
The seemingly flawless plan had unexpectedly failed at the final hurdle. Especially with the soft sword having been broken by Mo Mei, the assassin realized there was no further opportunity. With a silent sigh, he knocked down several guards with his bare hands, slashed a bloody path, and desperately fled.
The assassin’s lightness skill was extraordinary; the guards were helpless against him.
Raising an eyebrow, Yang Mengchen’s eyes sparkled with an unfathomable brilliance. She sent an inconspicuous signal to Lv Luo, who quietly slipped away.
Despite such an incident occurring, the two households seemingly undeterred by fear intensified their quarrel. Many surged towards the carriage like a tide. In the meantime, some armed individuals charged at the Prince Mansion Guards, and a fierce fight broke out, throwing the scene into chaos.
"The little alley on the right, to the right..." The Maid’s complexion was pale, but she kept calling out.
Yang Mengchen and Hai Tang exchanged a glance with Mo Mei. Hai Tang gave Hong Ling a stern command to turn toward the small alley on the right, and Hong Ling whipped the horses to steer the carriage away.
Keenly noticing the Maid’s subtle relief, Yang Mengchen’s features remained tranquil and serene, her eyes as still as water, the corners of her lips with a slight curve.
The alley was clearly a straight path without any side routes. Hai Tang and her companions gripped their weapons tightly, poised for action, their expressions on high alert.
The Maid clasped her hands tightly together, seemingly restless, her nerves apparent.
In the carriage, only Yang Mengchen appeared calm and collected, idly playing with the jade bracelet on her wrist, her eyelids casting a veil over her thoughts.
"Sigh..." The carriage suddenly halted.
Yang Mengchen and her companions didn’t budge, but the inertia caused the Maid to lurch forward. Fortunately, Shan Cha caught her, preventing her from hitting the little wooden table.
The horses, sensing danger, nickered restlessly, noticeably agitated.
Parting the curtains of the carriage to look at the countless masked men in black surrounding it, Yang Mengchen’s gaze fell upon the likewise masked figure taking the lead, his eyes gleaming with smugness and triumph. She spoke indifferently, "If the Second Prince of Xiliang is here, why bother hiding yourself?" Simultaneously, she covertly made several hand signs.
"Chenchen will have plenty of opportunities to meet this Prince in the future. There’s no rush at this moment," Qi Zonghao spoke flippantly, his gaze intently fixed on Yang Mengchen as if a wild beast had finally found an interesting prey, gleaming with fervent light.
Hai Tang and her company were filled with rage, wishing they could instantly slay this shameless cur who dared to speak such filth about the princess.
Yang Mengchen remained expressionless, without the slightest change, she glanced at Hai Tang. Hai Tang immediately grabbed the Maid and threw her heavily at Qi Zonghao’s feet.
"Since she belongs to the Second Prince, I shall return her to the Second Prince," she said.
"If Chenchen dislikes her, just kill her."
Qi Zonghao, with his eyes still unwaveringly fixed on Yang Mengchen, drew his longsword with a swing. The Maid, unable to utter a word, had already met her demise.
Looking at Qi Zonghao, Yang Mengchen mocked coldly, "The Second Prince’s reach is quite long, to even have the Maid from the side of the old lady at the Mansion of Marquis Guangping. I wonder, within Dong Chu, who else belongs to the Second Prince?"
These words struck a nerve for Qi Zonghao, his gaze suddenly turning malevolent. The recent purge in Dong Chu had almost entirely uprooted his spies planted in The Capital and its surrounding counties, resulting in massive losses.
Two days ago, he received news from Prince Jing to make use of Long Jingxi in a ploy to lure Princess Chen out of the Prince Mansion. Not fully trusting Prince Jing, he wished to plant a pawn near Long Jingxi and Min Luozhan, but found everyone near them too shrewd and impossible to buy. Finally, he had managed to recruit this Maid.
Fortunately, the Maid was not foolish and had successfully lured Princess Chen here. Qi Zonghao’s eyes shed their hostility, "In the future, I will slowly reveal to Chenchen who exactly belongs to this Prince, and how powerful my forces truly are."
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