Although Shuxing came from the Anbu, she was still a teenage girl after all. It was her first time encountering an assassin and she felt a little uneasy.
Furthermore, she had never seen the elegant imperial teacher kill someone in such a cruel way.
The little girl's eyes widened as she asked, "Sir, if you kill the assassin, how will you know who is behind it?"
Qing Xuan stepped on the pool of blood with his snow-white boots, pried open the five fingers connected to the broken arm one by one, and picked up the assassin's sword.
He raised the sword, the candlelight shone on the sword edge, and the strange patterns left by the quenching on the sword flashed by.
"The sword can tell me without him having to speak," he said.
Shu Xing frowned, "If the assassin had intended to replace his sword, wouldn't that have fallen into their trap?"
"No." Qing Xuan threw the sword in his hand, and the sword fell to the ground with a clanging sound.
Bu Tiange, wrapped in a cloak, walked up to the two of them and asked, "What's going on?"
"Your Majesty, there is an assassin..."
Shu Xing was about to answer when Bu Tiange had already walked past her.
Her long dress reached the ground. She faced the boundless night outside the palace and said in a faint voice, "It's unlucky for someone to die in the palace. Shuxing, have someone dispose of the body."
Shu Xing didn't know what to say, so he respectfully stepped out and called for help.
Qing Xuan said hypocritically, "Your Majesty, I am disturbing you so late at night because I have remembered something extremely urgent."
"It's too cold outside, come in and talk."
Bu Tiange raised his eyes and looked around, then flicked his robe and turned to walk inside.
Inside the bedroom.
Bu Tiange lit a calming incense stick and said with lowered eyes, "Chu Xiafeng's people."
It's not a question, it's a statement.
"To be precise, he is Chu Xiafeng's most proud second disciple."
Qing Xuan added, taking a handkerchief from the table and carefully wiping the area on his outer robe that was stained with the assassin's saliva.
Bu Tiange couldn't remember his face, but since he was his favorite student, he must have been accompanying Chu Xiafeng when he held the martial arts competition to win a bride.
The nurse must have heard of her identity and came here to seek revenge.
Bu Tiange fiddled with the calming incense, raised his hand, grasped a handful of smoke, and brought it close to his nose to sniff carefully.
The curling smoke calms people's minds.
She curled her lips and said, "A swordsman from Jianghu dared to break into the emperor's palace to assassinate him, and even almost succeeded... He is quite capable."
Qing Xuan said, "Remember to conduct a thorough investigation of the palace tomorrow and find out who is behind this."
"Chu Xiafeng conspired with my uncle to coup in the past. You're worried that there are still remnants of his followers in this palace, right?" Bu Tiange looked back at him disapprovingly, "They're just a few stupid thieves. They're nothing."
"If we make them speak, we can punish Chu Xiafeng."
Bu Tiange said indifferently, "If you can pry open the assassin's mouth, you can also punish Chu Xiafeng."
Qing Xuan put down the handkerchief and snorted coldly, "I am not happy with this."
Bu Tiange shook his head and thought: How childish.
Chu's house.
As the bright moon rose in the west, Xie Manshu put away his sword and said with a serious expression, "Where is Miss Chu's boudoir? Please lead the way."
The crowd surrounded him, but no one dared to step forward.
After all, even Yingzhu, who has the highest level of cultivation, is no match for her, so they can only obey her.
Mrs. Chu's face turned pale and she almost slipped off the chair.
The women hurriedly helped her up. Yingzhu stepped forward and said timidly, "I'll take you there, but don't hurt the young lady."
Xie Manshu smiled, "Don't worry, Miss Yingzhu. I've been ordered to treat Miss Chu's strange illness, and I will never do anything out of the ordinary."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
