After Lian Shenwei returned to the cabin, he sat at the table in a daze.

In his eyes, the three assassinations along the way were just minor incidents that could be solved by the people brought by Jingjue, who were obviously the men of the eldest prince and the third prince.

They are still immature and their arms cannot reach that far.

As they were about to reach Jinling, the person behind the scenes that he suspected had not made a move. Could it be that... he had guessed wrong? Or did that person plan to make a move on the way back to Beijing?

This is a good thing, as it won't delay their arrival in Jinling and they can stay here a little longer.

Ming Candle didn't dare to disturb him.

The sun was setting, dark clouds were spreading over, and the light inside the cabin was dim.

Ming Candle lit two lamps, saw that the time was almost up, and said softly, "Master, it's time to take medicine."

Lian Shenwei suddenly realized.

"So late?"

Ming Candle: “Yeah.”

She placed the medicine on the table and poured a glass of water at just the right temperature.

"The prince hasn't come back yet?"

After Ying Jingjue tested him this morning, he docked the boat in the afternoon and went to Qingchuan Town at the junction of Yunnan and Jinling to investigate the people's sentiments.

He has been like this all the way, and Lian Shenwei has become accustomed to it. But now it is already night, why is the fleet still so quiet?

Ming Candle: “No.”

Lian Shenwei paused as his fingertips that were tapping the tabletop paused, a dark look flashing across his eyes.

He stood up and opened the boat window, and the damp river breeze and the fishy smell of earth blew in all at once.

The shadows of the trees on the surrounding shore were in disarray, not a single insect was chirping, and the place was filled with a mournful silence.

Scattered raindrops drifted onto his hands, and a slight coolness quickly clung to his pale skin.

Lian Shenwei looked at the tree shadows on the shore and the lake for a moment, the warmth in his eyes slowly dissipated, and he said calmly: "Put away the medicine."

No need to eat tonight.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mingzhu seemed to realize something and raised his head suddenly: "Master, be careful!"

Whoosh——

An arrow flew through the air and hit Lian Shenwei's forehead, flashing a cold light in the dark night. Lian Shenwei remained expressionless and tilted his head slightly.

The arrow feathers were firmly nailed on the column frame at the back, and it kept vibrating.

The next moment, the fleet, which had been extremely quiet, suddenly became noisy, and someone shouted loudly: "There is an assassin!"

"Protect the Regent!"

"There is an assassin—"

The lake surface, wrinkled by the rain, made continuous thumping sounds. Dozens of men in black emerged from the water. They had different weapons, and every move was a life-threatening one.

A well-trained killer.

"Master!" Ming Cang looked around vigilantly.

"It's OK."

A few strands of Lian Shenwei's black hair that were cut by the strong wind fell silently.

He closed the boat window slowly, lowered his eyes and looked thoughtful, "There are quite a few experts in the Tianheng realm."

"If they are not assassins from the capital, then they are hired by someone from the underworld... When did a new assassin organization appear in the underworld?"

About ten years ago, he had hunted down almost all the assassins of the Falling Moon School, and the few who were left were just small fry.

The sound of weapons rubbing against each other outside was getting closer and closer, and Mingzhu was nervous.

Her strength was at the Tianquan realm, but she had only just entered this realm and was not sure she could lead her master out of here safely, but her master had no intention of leaving.

"Master, these people seem to be coming for you."

Lian Shenwei certainly knew.

The person behind the scenes took action.

If it was an assassination of Ying Jingjue, then these assassins were most likely sent by people in the palace, but if it was to kill him...

People in the capital don't have the courage to do this.

"No, they are not just coming for me," Lian Shenwei's pupils shrank and his expression instantly froze. He stood up suddenly, his eyes passing through the ship and the mountains and forests.

It was the first time that Ming Cang felt such undisguised murderous intent from his master.

The young man's aura changed, becoming cold and suppressed, like a thunder lurking beneath the dark clouds before a rainstorm, which might explode at any time.

"Jing Jue hasn't come back yet."

"Protect His Highness and go first!"

Under the cover of the royal secret guards and bodyguards, Ying Jingjue ran forward like a wolf.

The valley was slippery, and from the dense forests on both sides, hidden weapons flew out from time to time, making it difficult to defend against them. The moment the hidden weapons cut through the raindrops, a faint poisonous light flashed on the iron surface of the blade.

Ying Jingjue is not very talented in martial arts, and has never experienced life-and-death training. He is good at handling memorials, but not good at fighting.

In the current situation, he, a warrior in Kaiyang realm, is no better than an ordinary guard whose realm is lower than his when he is being chased.

"Where did so many high-level killers come from!"

The two people chasing closely behind Ying Jingjue were not masked. They were a pair of short dragon and phoenix twins. The man held a pair of curved swords and the woman held an umbrella.

As they chased each other in the rain and mist, they were like two black panthers eyeing their prey.

The man heard Ying Jingjue's low growl, and the next thing he said was a woman's gentle voice: "As expected, you are a royal noble who does not care about worldly things. My sister and I have been hiding in the dark for many years. The name of the former Umbrella Ghost is now unknown to the public."

Ying Jing definitely didn't know what the Umbrella Knife Ghost was, but the older secret guards beside him knew.

Ten years ago, Falling Moon Clan was the number one assassin organization in the Jianghu. The top ten assassins were all at the Tianquan Realm, and the top 100 had varying strengths, but each had their own specialised killing moves.

It is rumored that the master of the pavilion has already touched the threshold of Tianshu realm.

Such a force that cannot be underestimated retreated rapidly ten years ago and we rarely hear about them. But when they reappeared this time, they even dared to hunt down the crown prince of the current dynasty!

As for this umbrella-knife ghost, the woman is the umbrella ghost and the man is the knife ghost. Their combination was once ranked eleventh on the Falling Moon Killer List. They were mad killers who took pleasure in torturing people.

Ying Jingjue said coldly: "Since you know my identity, aren't you afraid that there will be no place for you to hide in the land of Dasheng?!"

The Umbrella Ghost said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, don't worry about this. Not only have we taken orders from the royal family, we have also killed members of the royal family."

The Falling Moon Sect never concealed their murders, not to mention that the emperor was far away and they really were not afraid of the royal majesty. At worst, they could just leave, change their identities, and still survive in a small border country.

Ying Jing was determined to create a huge wave in his heart.

What does it mean?

Has anyone from the royal family ever died at the hands of the Falling Moon Stream?

This assassination was definitely different from usual ones. His two stupid brothers would not be able to contact these killers. Ying Jingjue quickly eliminated the suspicious candidates in his mind.

If the person who attacked Li Ningfeng was from the Northern Barbarians, it would be unlikely that he would extend his hand to the Jianghu. Then this assassination...

A gentle, smiling face flashed through the young Chu Jun's mind.

Did the teacher hit him?

Ying Jingjue was thinking too deeply that he suddenly felt a pain in his shoulder. The blade of the knife ghost made a shallow scratch behind his shoulder blade. Ying Jingjue staggered and narrowly avoided it.

He was soaked all over, and the back of his light blue robe was stained black with blood.

Ying Jingjue gritted his teeth, turned back, struck backhand, and used the force to run further.

He ran forward fiercely -

Just get back to the fleet.

The situation on the cruise ship was completely different from what Ying Jingjue had imagined. The fighting was even more intense than in the valley rainforest.

There were many guards left here, so naturally there were many deaths. After a short while, dozens of corpses were floating on the lake. The blood formed strange shapes on the lake surface and was dispersed by the rain.

The swinging lanterns on the boat were splashed with blood, shining on the wet deck, with the flashes of swords and sabers.

Lian Shenwei has already changed his outfit.

The white dress with dark patterns is loose, the waist is tightened, the wristbands are tied, and the hair is tied up.

He took out the black sword from the bottom of the box, put it on, and opened the sword case.

Lian Shenwei lowered his eyes and touched it with his pale fingers.

The Cangshan Sword lay quietly in the box. It had not seen the light of day for ten years, but every inch of the pattern on the scabbard was still extremely familiar.

Ming Candle said nervously, "Master."

She was tongue-tied and didn't know what to say, nor did she know what her master wanted to do.

Previously, at the welcoming banquet for the young marquis, she was right next to her master and saw the stunning sword move that forced the young marquis back. She also knew in her heart that her master had a secret and was not an unarmed person.

But now, as she watched her master take out the sword, she felt a sense of uneasiness in her heart.

Moreover, she had been with her master for so many years, but she had never seen him wearing this white robe that made him look like a young man.

Lian Shenwei: "I thought I would forget it."

But he could remember the reason for every scratch on the scabbard.

He sighed, hiding the nostalgia in his eyes, and said seriously: "Ming Cang, later you will go out disguised as me to lure away those assassins. There should be an ambush in the woods, so try not to go there."

Ming Candle: “Where are you going?”

Lian Shenwei: "There are also killers in Jingjue."

He took off the metal ring on his left thumb and handed it to Ming Cang. This ring was a symbol of his status as Regent King. It had been taken away and modified by Feng Ke. There was a hidden weapon launch port on the inside that could fire three poisonous needles to save his life.

"Take this and go. The killer doesn't know the person, but he definitely knows it."

Ming Candle took it: "Yes."

"Let's go."

"I'll find you after I lead them away."

Now was not the time to say more. Ming Cang obeyed every order from Lian Shenwei without asking why. She did whatever her master said.

No matter how nervous or worried you are, your mission is to carry out orders.

Ming Cang wrapped herself tightly, pretending to be escaping, and left her ring exposed, and she turned over and went out. She had to be quick, she had to be quick, so that she could come back and help.

Lian Shenwei held the Cangshan Sword and walked away quietly not long after Mingzhu left. His presence was so concealed that no one noticed.

This white shirt gets dirty easily. He loved wearing this color when he was young. He originally wanted to keep it until he went to Nanjing and change into it when he went to Fudu Villa. One reason was to express grief, the other was to cover up, and the third was to recall the past.

Unexpectedly, before entering Nanjing, he encountered this assassination attempt.

I wanted to look for Ying Jingjue, but of the clothes he brought, this was the only one that didn't make him look like the Regent.

Lian Shenwei opened a small jar and a small insect popped out of it and flew quickly in one direction. He followed closely behind the insect.

After all, the southern tour was dangerous, and he was afraid that he would not be able to find Ying Jingjue if something happened to him, so he sprinkled Qianlixun, a very faint tracking incense, on him. Each use was guaranteed to be effective for seven days.

When he was having lunch with Ying Jingjue at noon today, he had just sprinkled it on Ying Jingjue for the third time, but he didn't expect that it would really come into use.

Using only Qinggong was still within his tolerance.

The damp rain mist was blown hazily by the wind. In the green pine forest and the misty green mountains at night, the figure of the young man wearing a veil floated far away in the blink of an eye.

Ying Jingjue never realized that he had come such a long way to get here.

Most of the guards around him died, and the secret guards were barely holding on.

The brother and sister with the umbrella knife seemed to be addicted to the game, and they slashed Ying Jingjue's body here and there like a cat playing with a mouse.

His internal energy was exhausted and even his lightness skills were barely enough.

Ying Jingjue felt dizzy before his eyes. He had never felt so desperate since he was born.

He just wanted to run forward, but he was suddenly pulled by the secret guard beside him: "Your Highness, there is no way forward."

There are many natural dangers at the junction of Yunbei and Jinling. Between Fanyun Valley and Duantian Cliff, there is a natural wide stone road. This natural stone road stretches across a hundred-foot abyss, but now it is broken in the middle!

He didn't notice it in the darkness of night. If he hadn't been pulled back, he would have stepped on it.

Ying Jingjue took a deep breath and asked, "Can I get through?"

Dark Guard: "Too far."

Ying Jingjue turned coldly and looked at the killers who were approaching quickly.

The knife ghost draws his knife, and the umbrella ghost holds his umbrella.

"Oh, why doesn't it run away? We just wasted a lot of time and effort to break it."

Ying Jingjue straightened his back slowly. Even though he looked frightened, he did not show the slightest sign of cowardice. Between his brows there was a hint of dignity and character that belonged to a crown prince.

"Even if the crown prince of the Great Sheng Dynasty dies, he will not die in your hands."

The young Chu Jun took a deep breath, took a few steps back towards the cut, then rushed forward, at the same time gathering the little remaining internal energy in his meridians and flew towards the other side -

Dark Guard: "Your Highness the Crown Prince!!"

Ying Jing decided to close his eyes.

The blood loss and pain made him alternately lucid and dazed. When faced with the stimulation of a life-and-death crisis, the brain becomes extremely excited.

It is said that people will see their life experiences before they die.

During these few seconds of life-and-death thrill, what flashed through his mind were some sporadic unfamiliar images, most of which were from an upward perspective.

He couldn't see the faces of the people in the picture, nor did he recognize any of them. The emotions that arose in him were all different: envy, joy, coquettishness, fear...

[The young man in white clothes lies on a tree branch, stretching his legs and lazily drinking wine.]

[The figure of a woman holding a flower basket turns her head slightly.]

[In the thick fog, a pair of hands gently pick him up.]

[Blood flows all over the steps, and the hem of the robe embroidered with the royal crest flashes by.]

Suddenly, Ying Jingjue felt his collar tightened and the fragments that flashed through his mind suddenly disappeared. He suffocated for a moment and suddenly closed his eyes.

A flash of white came into view and he was stunned.

The next second, he was picked up by someone and thrown on the edge of the cliff. With a bang, he fell very painfully. Ying Jingjue struggled twice but failed to get up.

He inexplicably felt that there was some anger in the action of throwing him.

Ying Jingjue reluctantly raised his head and whispered, "Who are you..."

The man in white was holding a long sword, with a black veil covering his waist. He was tall and slender, and had a dignified demeanor. He seemed to be a man of the underworld, but his appearance was unclear, and it was only vaguely apparent that he was a man.

Lian Shenwei saw the boy committing suicide as soon as he arrived, and he was in a very bad mood. If he had arrived a step later, he could have collected the body directly.

A hidden weapon was chasing him from behind, but Lian Shenwei blocked it with the hilt of his sword relying on his cleverness without using any internal energy.

His lowered voice was hoarse and cold.

"People in the underworld always see injustice when they see it."