Shen Zhiyi returned to the pharmacy in a daze, her mind in turmoil.
"Miss?" Xiangru called to her.
Shen Zhiyi didn't reply, waved her hand, and went into the house on her own.
Duan Xingzhi returned to the pharmacy and sat on a stone bench in the courtyard for a while, his gaze frequently drifting towards Shen Zhiyi's door.
A short while later, he also went back to his room, looking distracted.
She said she would give him time to think about it and would give him an answer tonight.
The sun slowly sets, and night falls.
The door creaked open.
Duan Xingzhi suddenly stood up and looked towards the door.
The person who came was not Shen Zhiyi.
"It's you." Duan Xingzhi's eyes sharpened, and he looked at Ling Yuan, who was slowly approaching, with a wary expression.
His body suddenly tensed up.
"Yan, Nu?" Ling Yuan, dressed in a moon-white robe, smiled gently and harmlessly in the moonlight, then suddenly raised an eyebrow. "Or should I call you Duan Xingzhi?"
He stopped in front of him.
A slight upturn at the corners of his lips, a smile as venomous as a snake, slowly creeps up his cheeks.
"Or perhaps... a night owl?"
Night owl.
Duan Xingzhi's dark eyes narrowed sharply, and his mind went blank with a deafening buzz!
He was not wearing a mask at the moment.
The code name of this assassin gang is known to no one except its core members and mission targets!
"Clang—!"
The longsword was drawn instantly and held horizontally against Ling Yuan's neck!
The cold blade reflected the moonlight, radiating a chilling killing intent.
One more point and he could sever her throat.
"Who are you?!" Duan Xingzhi's voice was icy, and a murderous intent surged in his eyes.
Ling Yuan showed no fear, raised an eyebrow, gently pushed the blade away with her fingertips, and said with her gentle smile, "Who I am is not important."
"The important thing is that you don't get too comfortable in this Poria Valley and forget your mission."
His eyes suddenly turned cold.
His smile vanished, and he leaned forward, saying, "His Highness the Third Prince asked me to tell you that his patience is running out."
"If you don't kill Shen Zhiyi soon, you won't get what you want."
Shen Zhiyi?
Shen Zhiyi!
A thunderbolt suddenly struck Duan Xingzhi's mind.
A shattered image suddenly flashed before my eyes—
Deep within the palace, shrouded in darkness, he stood before the Third Prince, dressed in royal robes, his face blurred yet exuding an air of dignified composure, wearing a black eagle mask. He replied in a deep voice, "This last mission, I, the Assassin's Hall, will take it."
"I hope Your Highness will keep your promise."
"After this is done, disband the Assassin's Guild and give us our freedom."
Assassin's Guild.
It was a cage he built with countless drops of blood and nightmares, and also a sharp weapon used by the Third Prince to eliminate dissidents.
He recalled those inhumane training methods.
Thinking of his lifelong wish, which was to lead his fellow members in the hall, who were caught in the crossfire, to break free from this endless darkness.
The third prince smiled broadly, determined to win.
"nature."
"If this succeeds, I will be the rightful heir. When that happens, I will ascend the throne smoothly and rule the world. Why would I need your assassin's gang?"
"Let them disband then." He waved his hand dismissively.
Duan Xingzhi thought about the current situation.
The Crown Prince is now seriously ill and in a coma, and the Third Prince is overseeing the country.
If the Crown Prince never wakes up again, the throne will rightfully fall into the hands of the Third Prince.
However, the senior officials, led by the prime minister, firmly believed that the crown prince was not seriously ill.
Instead, he was harmed by a villain and poisoned with a strange poison!
Only by finding Shen Zhiyi, the direct disciple of the world's greatest physician, can his life be saved.
Therefore, the prime minister sent a large group of people to seek medical help.
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