"How many people want to kill me today?" Meng Qingqian asked Shadow.
"Eight people, one of whom hid in the bushes next to the palace wall as soon as he entered the palace and has not moved since."
According to Shadow's information, there were actually seven people who came to assassinate him, but the maid captured eight of them.
Meng Qingqian said, "Yes. There's another person here today who came from the Yan Kingdom's royal palace, right?"
The shadow said, "It shouldn't be. According to the news in the neighborhood, a ninth-rank Yan Kingdom martial artist will come to kill His Highness tomorrow."
Meng Qingqian frowned and slowly closed the memorial in her hand.
The assassins of the Qi and Yan kingdoms almost entirely rely on their controlled "Changlefang" to issue missions and relay messages. It can be said that whatever actions these people take at the bottom of the lake are, Changhe Palace in the Great Qi imperial palace is always the first to know.
Even if the assassins sent by the Yan Emperor wanted to gather information, they would use the existing Chang Le Fang channels to inquire, thus keeping the Yan Emperor's assassins under control.
But why is there this random person suddenly here today?
That's strange.
Meng Qingqian was well aware of the vastness of the martial world. There were always people more capable than herself, and countless forces of all sizes, righteous sects, factions, and unorthodox methods. Although she had control over the assassins in the martial world who made their living by assassination, assassins were only a tiny minority among martial artists.
It's nothing at all.
Meng Qingqian pondered to herself, wondering which faction was looking for trouble with this new assassin. Or perhaps he was just a lone wolf, not worth worrying about.
Just as Meng Qingqian was pondering the matter, the female attendant with an eighth-rank cultivation level, wearing armor and carrying a sword, requested an audience again.
Meng Qingqian waved her hand, making the shadow disappear, leaving only Jian Ling in the room.
"Come in."
A maid entered the room and reported, "Your Highness, that assassin has a cultivation level of nine and possesses extraordinary strength."
Meng Qingqian frowned. "You let him get away?"
"No, the three of us, all of us at the eighth rank, tried to subdue him, but he broke free. Fortunately, Commander Yang Zhe intervened and helped us capture him."
Upon hearing that the assassin had been captured by Yang Zhe, Meng Qingqian asked in confusion, "Is he very strong?"
“His internal strength is formidable, and his explosive power is immense; we cannot subdue him. His internal strength should be greater than that of an ordinary ninth-rank cultivator, but his overall strength is still inferior to Commander Yang Zhe.”
"How old are you?"
"He looks very young, around twenty years old. And, quite handsome..."
Meng Qingqian: ?
Around twenty years old? Ninth-rank strength? Handsome appearance?
He Yunxiao?
Isn't He Yunxiao at the eighth rank?
Meng Qingqian recalled that day at Jinxian Academy, when He Yunxiao calmly faced the numerous cultivation suppressions she had set up, remaining unfazed, even unafraid of those at the Grandmaster level.
It's not uncommon for martial artists to conceal their true abilities and play the fool to outwit their opponents. He Yunxiao could certainly do just that.
Meng Qingqian still refused to believe that He Yunxiao was a ninth-rank martial artist. A ninth-rank martial artist at the age of twenty was a genius, no less than Yang Zhe.
Is he really a ninth-rank official?
Regardless of whether it's He Yunxiao or not, a 20-year-old ninth-rank martial artist is worth recruiting.
Meng Qingqian sat up straight on the bed, wanting to look, but suddenly became afraid that the person was He Yunxiao.
If he really is He Yunxiao, then...
If I went to see him looking like this, it would be as if I had acknowledged the relationship between Meng Qingqian and Li Qingmeng, and I would be completely humiliated in front of him.
Yang Zhe had met He Yunxiao, but Yang Zhe never said that this person was He Yunxiao, so it is highly likely that he is not.
It's good that it's not He Yunxiao.
Meng Qingqian got up and walked to the door. Suddenly, she froze.
She knew about what happened at Chunfeng Tower. She also knew that Yang Zhe and He Yunxiao didn't get along.
Given Yang Zhe's personality, it's highly likely—no, it's absolutely certain—that he'll find a way to retaliate for the loss he suffered at Chunfeng Tower. Therefore, it's also highly probable that he deliberately avoided revealing He Yunxiao's identity.
Meng Qingqian pondered the matter repeatedly, still hesitant.
Normally, she rarely hesitates and sometimes even takes risks. But He Yunxiao is too special; she can't afford to gamble.
Should we go take a look? No. It's too dangerous.
Meng Qingqian remembered that Jian Ling had met He Yunxiao. Letting her go see him would be the best course of action.
"Sword Ling".
"exist."
"Go and see if that assassin is He Yunxiao. If he is, take him to the side hall."
"There will be assassins tonight."
Meng Qingqian was agitated and quickly said, "It's alright, I still have Shadow to protect me. Go and see if it's He Yunxiao! It's the middle of the night, what kind of thing is it for a young master from a marquis's family to come to the palace and be arrested as an assassin! If it really is him, I will ask He Yuanhao how he raises his children tomorrow."
...
He Yunxiao's mouth was stuffed with a white cloth so he couldn't speak, and his hands were tightly bound with a rope made of cowhide and cloth specially made by the assassin.
Today was truly the worst day ever.
He was just there to watch the fun, but ended up being mistaken for an assassin and arrested by the female servant who was supposed to be capturing assassins. (M.cascoo.net)
The so-called female attendants with swords were simply a group of young women who knew martial arts and wore armor. Their martial arts skills were generally around the seventh or eighth rank, posing no threat to He Yunxiao whatsoever.
At first, He Yunxiao didn't take it seriously at all, but then that damned Yang Zhe happened to be patrolling over there.
Even if Yang Zhe came, He Yunxiao had the ability to escape using his light-footed skills, but if he ran away, the matter would be difficult to explain. Meng Qingqian was an adversary of the Marquis's mansion, which was under the Prime Minister's command, and if he ran away, she would definitely have something to use against him.
It's better not to run. After all, I'm not an assassin, so they won't dare to really do anything to me.
At worst, I'll just return the treasured handkerchief to the girl who gave me the antidote and ask her to say a few good words to Meng Qingqian.
Yang Zhe, clad in armor, led a patrol of imperial guards.
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