Chapter 262 The grand plan has been accomplished, and he is furious and in great pain.
At first, the fight was very close and evenly matched.
However, these assassins must have undergone special anti-poison training, and Sanchuan Sihai has gradually lost ground.
Just now, the leader was about to launch a sneak attack on Wei Ting from behind.
However, he was instead stabbed by a hidden weapon into the crevice of his left scapula, causing him to groan in pain.
Wei Ting clapped his hands and sighed, "As expected of the assassins of Xijin, they just love to play dirty tricks. It's a pity, I've seen even dirtier ones."
Yuwen Tianqing said, "I have long heard of how troublesome the General of the North is. Since you want her, you can take her away. My target is someone else."
Wei Ting asked doubtfully, "What is the Fourth Prince using to negotiate with me? Just these few people?"
Yuwen Tianqing said, "Even if there are only these few, you may not have a chance of winning."
The two guards were already covered in wounds and wouldn't last much longer.
Wei Ting's smile widened.
"You think I'm the only one who came? If you dare to come to the palace of Beili, none of you will leave here today."
Upon hearing this, Yuwen Tianqing's eyes darkened further, realizing something was wrong. He smashed open the window with a palm strike and found that the courtyard was already filled with black-clad guards.
Ji Qingwu looked around and saw that the people dressed in these clothes were all from the Imperial City Guard.
Why was Wei Ting able to draw personnel from the Imperial City Guard?
Duan Mingfeng's loyalty to the emperor is beyond question; there is only one answer.
A dark light flashed in Ji Qingwu's eyes; the discord between Emperor Wusu and Wei Ting was a pretense.
The next instant, Yuwen Tianqing slashed at Ji Qingwu, intending to take her hostage.
Wei Ting was about to exchange a blow with Yuwen Tianqing.
"Don't touch his hand."
After Ji Qingwu finished speaking, he decisively thrust out his sword.
Her arm strength was still relatively weak, and she was knocked off balance by the force of the palm strike, the sword tip only grazing Yuwen Tianqing's hand.
Just now, while Yuwen Tianqing was looking outside, she picked up the sword that Wei Ting had knocked to the ground earlier and hid it behind her back.
Yuwen Tianqing's hand was dripping blood, but it wasn't ordinary red blood; instead, it shimmered with iridescent light, just like his sword.
Wei Ting gasped at the bizarre and alluring scene.
Ji Qingwu warned, "His sword and his blood are poisonous; be careful."
Just then, a few short, high-pitched cries of eagles suddenly came from the eaves.
The blue light in Yuwen Tianqing's eyes spread upwards as he licked the blood from the back of his hand.
Overjoyed, he exclaimed, "The grand plan has succeeded! The Emperor of Beili is nothing more than this!"
After Yuwen Tianqing finished speaking, he ignored the five remaining accomplices in the room and jumped out of the window.
Ji Qingwu's face turned deathly pale, and her hands trembled uncontrollably.
Wei Ting could not leave Ji Qingwu's side, so he remained calm and gave orders to the people outside.
"Surround and capture the Xijin assassin alive!"
Three teams went to chase after Yuwen Tianqing, while a team of black-clad guards entered the study, bound the remaining assassins with ropes, controlled their hands and feet, and threw them on the ground.
Sanchuan and Sihai were already covered in wounds. They knelt on the ground, panting, their eyes flickering as they heard Yuwen Tianqing's words.
Sihai's facial muscles tensed and trembled as he said, "The master's personal guards cut off contact with us before, could it really be..."
Sanchuan slammed his fist into the ground.
Ji Qingwu remained silent for a long time before raising his head and asking with empty eyes, "What do you mean by 'the grand plan has been accomplished'?"
Wei Ting's expression was also not good. He said, "Perhaps it's just a trick he came up with to deceive you and me in order to escape."
The leader's mask has been removed; he is the same person who accompanied Yuwen Tianqing when he mistakenly entered the clinic.
He laughed wildly, "Hahahaha! If we can exchange our lives for that old man, the Emperor of Beili, then our deaths are worthwhile! Let's all go to hell together!"
Ji Qingwu snapped out of her daze, took the throwing knife from Wei Ting's hand, and knelt down to grab his collar.
Without giving him a chance to speak, she firmly plunged her hand into the assassin's trachea.
The leader could only make hissing sounds.
Each breath he took was difficult, painful, and prolonged, but he had no choice but to keep breathing in order to survive.
Looking at his dying struggle, Ji Qingwu coldly said, "How can your lives compare to his? Don't dream about it."
Sanchuan and Sihai had been by her side for a long time, but they had never seen her so cruel. They were both shocked and speechless.
Wei Ting stared at her kneeling posture. The hand holding the throwing knife was bloodless, almost transparent white, with blue veins bulging.
It was an expression of extreme anger and pain.
Ji Qingwu rushed out of the house and grabbed a guard at random.
"Get me horses, the fastest horses."
Wei Ting followed behind her, stretched out his arm to stop her, grabbed her hand tightly, and frowned, saying, "Qingwu, calm down first, don't be impulsive."
Ji Qingwu looked towards the door and said urgently, "Go find a fast horse!"
Wei Ting said in a deep voice, "I have already sent people there, and news will come back soon. It might be dangerous for you to go there now."
Ji Qingwu turned her head to look at the person holding her hand, her eyes bloodshot.
With a snap!
She slapped him without hesitation, and Wei Ting's head was knocked to the side.
Ji Qingwu said coldly, "If you're not going to help me find a horse, then don't stop me!"
She lifted her foot to walk out of the hall, but suddenly someone grabbed her leg.
"Don't go." The voice was young but firm.
Yuan Heng had already climbed out of the book box.
Ji Qingwu lowered his head and saw that it was him, looking at his eyebrows and eyes that were remarkably similar to the emperor's.
Her tears fell from her eyes, one of them landing squarely on Yuan Heng's face.
“I have to go. He’s in danger right now, and he might need me.”
Yuan Heng's eyes were also red.
“The place where Father is is very dangerous, and we don’t know what the situation is right now, but I know he definitely doesn’t want you to take any risks.”
She didn't have time to see Emperor Wusu when he left the palace.
The fact that the Western Jin bandit just said his grand plan was successful means his current situation is very bad...
She absolutely had to see him.
Ji Qingwu hastily wiped away her tears and pushed away the little one's hand that was tugging at her skirt.
Two guards in black rushed to Wei Ting's side.
"General, there is a secret message from outside the palace."
Upon hearing this, Ji Qingwu turned her head, her gaze fixed on the note in Wei Ting's hand as if it were a lifeline.
She stepped forward, disregarding all rules and etiquette, snatched it away, and examined it closely.
The text above is short, just a few words.
Ji Qingwu's fingertips traced each word across the paper, her heart aching and her breathing labored.
The Emperor has been assassinated and is in critical condition; he is already on his way home.
Wei Ting was no less shocked than anyone else.
But he was a well-trained general, and his true nature was to remain calm and composed in the face of chaos.
He asked, "How long until His Majesty's carriage returns to the palace?"
The guard replied, "It will take another hour."
Wei Ting paced by the door and said in a deep voice, "Keep the news under wraps; the fewer people who know, the better."
After he finished giving his instructions, he looked up and found that Ji Qingwu had already disappeared.
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