"I wonder if Second Brother has heard of the Dark Night Assassins?" Feng Ji asked rhetorically, his tone ambiguous.
Feng Mo Ran held his wine glass, took a small sip, and slowly said, "I have heard of that. It's the number one assassin organization in the martial arts world. Could the assassins who just carried out the assassination be members of the Dark Night Assassins?"
"indeed."
"I see. So that's who was so bold. But now is not the best time to catch the assassins. They shouldn't have gone far. Why does the Carefree Prince have the leisure to come to my Wan Yue Tower?"
Feng Ji smiled with an ambiguous smile and said, "It's because I just noticed something unusual about your Wan Yue Tower, Second Brother."
Feng Moran paused, lowered his eyes, and the shadows cast by his eyelashes in his pupils were unfathomable. He let out an "oh" and dragged out the last syllable as he looked at Feng Ji, "Does what the carefree king means? Could it be that an assassin just hid in the Wan Yue Tower?"
"For safety's sake, it's best to search it up."
Feng Mo Ran didn't press further. "In that case, we should investigate thoroughly. We mustn't let any assassins harm the girls of Wan Yue Lou."
He then instructed his men to go to the lobby on the first floor.
"The assassins of the Dark Night must all be martial arts masters. I'll trouble Prince Xiaoyao and Crown Prince Junheng to help me investigate."
Feng Mo Ran was quite polite and courteous, earnestly asking for their help, and showed no concern whatsoever about finding anything from the search.
Feng Ji readily accepted, saying, "Of course. If anything happens, I will certainly help my second brother."
Feng Mo Ran chuckled lightly, "You are still the most magnanimous Prince Xiaoyao. If you hadn't stopped back then, the position of Crown Prince would definitely have been yours."
Mu Chenshuang took another look at Feng Moran. From what he had just said, he meant that she was just an ordinary person and that if there were any experts here, they would not be able to detect anything.
Thinking back to the time when she was framed by Xiao Qingyu, he did indeed seem powerless. Looking at him, judging from his posture and aura, he did not seem to be a martial artist, but just a playboy prince who frequented brothels and was powerless to fight back.
But did he truly lack any internal strength, or was he simply too powerful and hiding it too well?
Just as Mu Chenshuang was lost in thought, Feng Mozhan's alluring phoenix eyes happened to look at her. His crimson lips curled into a smile, making him a bewitching enchantress. Mu Chenshuang's heart sank. Just as she looked away, she suddenly felt a cold, oppressive aura coming from the side. Then, her fingers were grabbed.
Mu Chenshuang was startled and looked up to see someone staring at him with a gloomy and displeased expression, their eyes saying: "Don't look at other men."
Mu Chenshuang sighed inwardly, letting the man hold her hand.
Feng Mo Ran naturally noticed the two of them, then looked away, a meaningful smile curving her lips.
The group then went to the lobby.
There were very few guests during the day; no high-ranking officials or dignitaries were present, and most of the guests were young noblemen.
The young men were clearly unhappy to be called out, but upon hearing that an assassin might have broken in, and that the person who came was a prince, they dared not act rashly no matter how dissatisfied they were.
Feng Ji looked at the people gathered in the hall. They were all ordinary people with no martial arts skills. The pressure he had sensed on the ship had vanished into thin air, as if it had never existed.
"Have Prince Xiaoyao and Crown Prince Junheng noticed anything unusual?" Feng Moran asked.
Feng Ji responded and explained, "There's nothing unusual. I suppose the assassin wouldn't dare to hide here openly."
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