Some officials in the capital vied with each other to visit, some were cautious and wary, and there were also many new scholars from humble backgrounds who passed the imperial examinations this year who wanted to join them.
After a whole day of welcoming and seeing off guests, he finally had some free time.
Under the dim candlelight, Gu Shimin was tall, with slightly dark skin, and had the heroic appearance of a military general. Although he had a calm smile on his face, which was just in his early twenties, he seemed kind at first glance. But upon closer inspection, he looked sinister, with eyes full of cold and viciousness that made people chill. The vicious and cruel aura that came from the battle among the mountains of corpses and seas of blood made people tremble with fear at just one glance.
A woman was kneeling on the ground, her hair disheveled and covered in blood. She cried out in fear, "Your Highness... Your Highness! I don't know how Prince Gong's men discovered Chunfeng Tower! I am loyal to Your Highness and dare not have any second thoughts!"
Gu Shimin, however, didn't even glance at the woman. He only carefully polished his sword. Looking at the cold blade, he said softly, "Jin Qiao, you know how important Chunfeng Tower is to me. Now, whether intentionally or not, it was you who let this matter be known to Gu Shichong's people. Not only that, but you also left him alive."
As he spoke, he pointed the sword at Jin Qiao, his eyes narrowed slightly with a smile: "Tell me, should I kill him?"
Jin Qiao felt as if all the blood in her body had frozen. Her voice trembled uncontrollably. "Your Highness! There must be something wrong with the cause of Tan Yu Niang's death! Please, Your Highness, spare Jin Qiao's life! Perhaps I can find some clues!"
On the second day after Jin Qiao told him that Chunfeng Tower had been exposed, Tan Yu Niang was assassinated and died an untimely death. It was really infuriating.
"Oh?" Gu Shimin raised her chin with the tip of his sword, his voice still gentle: "Then tell me."
Jin Qiao's eyes wandered, and she trembled: "Slave girl, slave girl will remember it..."
Before she could finish her words, the sword suddenly slashed across her neck.
Jin Qiao covered her neck in disbelief, where blood was gushing out. She opened her mouth, stared, and fell straight to the ground, with blood all over the place.
Gu Shimin simply looked at the blood-stained blade with regret and said, "It seems this sword isn't sharp enough. It can't kill without shedding blood, right, Xue Qing?"
In the shadow of the candlelight, Xue Tingliu's face, which always had an evil and charming aura, now looked a little gray.
He coldly ignored Jin Qiao, who was still holding her eyes open in death, and bowed slowly: "Your Highness is wise. Useless people do not deserve to live."
Several secret guards dragged Jin Qiao's body away and considerately wiped the blood that was all over the ground.
Gu Shimin didn't even glance at him. He just sat down and continued polishing his sword. "So, which one do you think you are, Xue Qing?"
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