◇ Chapter 39 Take my life back and report
It was that inn again. The innkeeper saw the young man who was related to the Taifu Mansion and smiled as he wanted to invite him into the inn.
Seeing that the situation was not good, An Qin became alarmed and turned around to go to the inn opposite.
The shopkeeper who lost a big customer for no reason looked in the mirror: "?" Hey, do I look like a profiteer when I smile today?
An Qin paid for five days' rent in one go, changed into civilian clothes in the house, and then thought that if Chen Yanheng had a relationship with the owner of the manor, he would have made preparations in advance and sent people to monitor his whereabouts in advance. He must have known that he had entered the city.
So An Qin painted his face a sallow yellow, climbed out of the small window, crouched down and ran around in the houses of his neighbors. Finally, he waited for half an hour before quickly slipping out from the side door and disappearing into the crowd.
An Qin first inquired about the information of this Grand Tutor again in the crowd, and only concluded that Chen Yanheng had always had a close relationship with the emperor, and now had great power in the court and the country, and was very likely to be a candidate for the emperor's son-in-law in the future. There was nothing else to say.
He waited until nightfall again, changed into night clothes - still tying two pairs of trousers, then covered his face with a scarf and quietly climbed up the wall of the Taifu Mansion.
I used to think that this Grand Tutor was cunning and treacherous, and he didn't even keep a single official document in his study. Now that I think about it carefully, this Grand Tutor's Mansion looks like an empty house except for the normal guards.
There is nothing missing inside, yet nothing is missing. It seems that anyone who comes in can stay here, and when they leave, not even the chair is private.
An Qin's expression was tense, and the uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger. He forced himself to calm down and hide behind the eaves to observe the deployment of the guards in the Taifu Mansion.
A moment later, he took advantage of the guards' shift change, quietly jumped down, and silently climbed into Shen Yanheng's bedroom.
“clang!”
There was a sound of weapons clashing.
A figure flashed across the dark dormitory, and a cold light reflected the moonlight and candlelight outside the window, flashing across An Qin's face.
An Qin also saw the man's appearance and his eyes suddenly widened.
Before he could speak, the man in black raised his sword and stabbed at the bed.
From the direction of the bed, where it was even darker and even human figures were difficult to distinguish, there was only the sound of something falling, accompanied by a man's rapid breathing.
An Qin drew out the soft sword from his waist without hesitation, and collided with the sword of the man in black, knocking him back half a step.
"You--" An Qin hesitated and did not say the other person's name.
Ying Shijiu glanced at An Qin who was in a defensive posture, stuffed something into his chest, and climbed out the window.
The secret guard beside the owner of the manor appeared and assassinated Shen Yanheng personally, temporarily dispelling An Qin's suspicion of Shen Yanheng.
But his solemn expression did not ease, instead it became even more serious. He bit his lower lip and silently merged into the darkness.
Did the owner of the manor send his own secret guards to take action because he didn't trust him?
Why couldn't he control himself and stop Ying Shijiu from killing Chen Yanheng?
When Ying Shijiu returns this time, he will definitely tell the owner of the manor about this matter. What should he do?
"Ahem." The noise coming from the bed brought Anqin, whose mind was in a mess, back to reality.
The faint flickering candlelight gradually brightened, illuminating the bedroom.
An Qin clenched the soft sword in his hand, closed his eyes cruelly, and then looked back with sharp eyes, only to see Chen Yanheng sliding to the ground while holding the candlestick, with a hand as gnarled as a bamboo covering his shoulder, and black blood flowing out from between his fingers.
He is injured!
An Qin frowned and looked at the color of the wound. He was poisoned.
The secret guards are selected from the best assassins in history. They are top-notch in both martial arts and methods.
Ying Nineteen was much faster than him in carrying out the mission. If he hadn't suddenly barged in, he would have probably returned with Shen Yanheng's head to report.
An Qin's lips were pressed into a straight line, his narrow eyes were full of struggle, and there was a struggle between his conscience and his desires. Then his eyes darkened, and he approached step by step with the soft sword in hand.
Shen Yanheng, who noticed An Qin's intention, said: "..."
Although he had prepared in advance, Shen Yanheng still felt a little uncomfortable when he saw that the young assassin, who he had been with for so long, still chose to kill him.
He was just the poor owner of the manor whom he had only met once. Maybe he was not as good-looking as him. This little assassin was really stubborn. He saved him from Ying Shijiu, but still wanted to kill him and take credit for it.
Chen Yanheng gritted his teeth sourly, but then he remembered that he was also the owner of the manor, and An Qin would not betray him no matter what he chose, and he felt proud again.
He made many preparations. As long as everyone around An Qin was his, no matter what, they would be his.
Shen Yanheng quickly convinced himself, swallowed the sour taste, and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Enduring the severe pain in his shoulder, the back of his slender hand was covered in blood, which added a touch of allure in the dim, flickering candlelight. He pulled out a small booklet from his chest and looked up at An Qin. "This is all the private property under my name. I've been preparing to give it to you since a long time ago. An Qin, take my life... and go back to report."
An Qin stopped suddenly.
The soft sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
【Author’s words】
Chen Yanheng: As long as I have a lot of identities, I don't have to worry about who my wife runs away with. Anyway, I'm the one under the pseudonym :)
An Qin: You're going to die anyway, so I'll grab your head first
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