◇ Chapter 52: A Great Gift for King Xiang
An Qin and Shen Yanheng looked at each other, and seeing his serious expression, they suddenly realized.
An Qin asked Ying Nineteen: "Could the killer from a few days ago be—"
Ying Shijiu nodded, and seeing that his master did not stop him, he told An Qin again about Prince Xiang.
Revenge for his brother's murder and the position of crown prince.
Which one is not a deep hatred.
Even though he had been raised by Su Yingtian's mother for nine years, there was no guarantee that he would be an ungrateful person who could never be tamed.
Prince Xiang has the same blood in his body as the previously deposed crown prince. He dared to commit murder in the street and secretly brought troops back from Xiangzhou. His purpose this time was obvious.
"Don't be afraid." Chen Yanheng raised his eyes and saw An Qin's seriousness. He pursed his lips and took An Qin's hand that was supporting the back of the wheelchair. He put it in his palm and rubbed it. "We have countless masters in our manor. When it comes to assassination, who can compare with our Fengyue Mountain Manor?"
An Qin was stunned and suddenly realized that he was worrying too much.
The owner of the villa is right. Fengyue Villa is the most mysterious and top assassin organization in Daliang. The rumors about the owner of the villa are so magical that winning him over is equivalent to securing half of Daliang's territory. There is no head they cannot get.
Just sending him to take King Xiang's life would be easy.
"Yeah." An Qin nodded heavily.
Ying Nineteen was still standing there, waiting for orders, his eyes fixed on the ground beneath his master's feet, not stepping over the line in the slightest. However, out of the corner of his eye, he could catch a glimpse of the movement on his master's knees.
Two bony hands wrapped around an equally slender but narrower hand, touching it again and again, just like the dignitaries he followed who couldn't wait to touch the beautiful women after entering a brothel.
Ying Shijiu sighed in his heart, and felt a spontaneous respect for An Qin and his master.
I can really repay the favor of saving my life with my body.
An Qin doesn't talk much on weekdays, but I didn't expect that he actually likes this.
The master's trick is so effective, so he can also...
"nineteen."
Chen Yanheng spoke lightly, and Ying Nineteen lowered his head even lower: "Your subordinate is here."
Chen Yanheng said, "I haven't seen King Xiang for a long time. Go and give King Xiang a big gift on my behalf."
Chen Yanheng lowered his eyes to look at his legs, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
Ying Shijiu immediately accepted the order and retreated immediately.
An Qin looked at the master and servant playing a guessing game with a puzzled look on his face. Although he was curious, he was always dull by nature and was not used to asking for things. So he looked at Shen Yanheng, thinking that he had concealed it well, thinking that Shen Yanheng would explain to him everything he did, and this time should be no exception.
Besides, if he asked, wouldn't he be asked some unreasonable demands again...
But Chen Yanheng just continued to rub his hand, brought it over and put his face close to it: "How come even your hands look like what I like."
An Qin: “…”
An Qin silently pulled his hand back, and the tips of his ears felt slightly hot.
But he was still thinking about Prince Xiang's matter. He was really curious. The words were turning around in his mouth. Just as he was about to speak, Chen Yanheng said, "Alas, I don't know if Ying Nineteen can do it well. This is indeed not his strong point."
An Qin: Even more curious.
Prince Xiang came to celebrate the emperor's birthday. It would be a bad idea to let him die in the imperial capital before they had a falling out. After all, the incident with the Dragon Slaying Cult had just subsided, and the people's anger had not yet been completely suppressed. If the emperor's younger brother, Prince Xiang, who was nominally stationed at the border, died at this critical juncture, the current emperor might become a cruel and inhumane tyrant in the eyes of the people who murdered his own brothers.
But since it wasn't an assassination of King Xiang, what else could it be?
It’s not Ying Shijiu’s strong point yet.
An Qin's Adam's apple rolled, "If you're worried, I can go."
His lightness skills are among the best, even better than the secret guards around the owner of the manor.
Shen Yanheng smiled slightly, "It's not your strong point either."
How could it not be his strong point? He was clearly also a famous assassin. An Qin was dissatisfied: "Not necessarily. Tell me, I can do it too."
Shen Yanheng shook his head, "It's a bit cold, let's go inside."
An Qin gripped the handle and pushed Shen Yanheng back, all the while thinking about his riddle, feeling extremely anxious.
After pushing the man back into the house, An Qin saw that Chen Yanheng was about to order food, so An Qin resigned himself to his fate and said, "What do you want me to say?"
Chen Yanheng patted his legs, looked at him intently, then nodded and winked at An Qin.
An Qin took a deep breath and hesitated for a long time before slowly bending her knees, pointing her buttocks, carefully placing them on his legs, aiming at his raised lips, and giving him a quick kiss.
Chen Yanheng hugged the man and pulled An Qin into his arms. He groaned in pain, tricking the man into not daring to move. Then his lips gently brushed An Qin's cheek, fell to the earlobe, and whispered a few words softly.
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