"Of course not, Xique, don't be angry..." Wuhen instantly turned into a little husky.
With a flick of his whip, Xique growled angrily, "Shut up if you have no idea. Follow our young lady's orders the whole time. Do whatever she tells you to do. Don't dawdle, you grown man."
Wu Shang: "..."
Brother, of all the women you like, you have to have the same taste as the prince—bandits.
I feel sorry for you for three seconds.
Yes, my Princess He Ye is still the best, so gentle and considerate.
Wuhen caught a glimpse of Wushang's gloating little expression and kicked him in the butt: "You're better than me. Tonight you're in charge of protecting the princess. If you dare to let the princess lose a piece of skin, see if the prince doesn't skin you alive tomorrow!"
Having said that, Wuhen stood firmly behind Xique, looking like a loyal and devoted wolfhound.
Wu Shang: "!!!"
Screw your dog food! I've been eating meat, and you haven't even touched my hand a few times. What are you showing off for?
"Your Highness, why don't I go with you? It'll be safer with one more person protecting you," Wu Zhong volunteered, still feeling uneasy.
“Doing this kind of thing with too many people makes you a bigger target and can actually make things worse.” Ji Fengyao took out a small porcelain bottle from her storage space and handed it to Wu Zhong. “Besides, the prince needs someone to keep an eye on things here. You are skilled, so I trust you the most to stay. This is the antidote. If there is any unusual activity in the mansion, open it and let the prince smell it, and he will wake up.”
"I understand, Your Highness," Wu Zhong said, taking the medicine bottle with a heavy heart.
"Let's go," Ji Fengyao called out, and she, Xique, Wuhen, and Wushang put on their face masks and set off through the snow in the dead of night.
"Your Highness, please be careful!" Wu Zhong waved anxiously from behind, looking like a mother worried about her child traveling a thousand miles.
Ji Fengyao and her companions sneaked into the Cold Palace, and before long, their inside accomplice in the palace gave them a coded signal that everything was normal.
"Xi Que, do you remember what I told you about how to talk to that old hag, the Empress Dowager?" Ji Fengyao asked in a low voice as they parted.
“I remember, not a single word missing,” the magpie nodded.
"Alright, let's split up and go home after we finish our work. Don't look for each other, or something might happen." Ji Fengyao repeatedly reminded him, "Wuhen, protect Xique. She gets carried away when she starts fighting, so hold her back and don't let her get too attached to the fight."
“I will, Your Highness,” Wuhen readily agreed.
The four split into two groups: Wuhen and Xique went to Cixi Palace to find the Empress Dowager;
Ji Fengyao and Wu Shang went to Chaoyang Palace to find Emperor Shang Xiche.
At this moment, only the four corners of the main hall of Chaoyang Palace were lit by dim candlelight.
The guards outside the palace stood far away, hiding in dark, sheltered corners. Were it not for their warm breath slightly altering the trajectory of the falling snowflakes, they would have been completely undetectable.
Ji Fengyao and Wu Shang's gazes narrowed slightly.
Have the visible sentries been turned into hidden ones?
Did the emperor think that with the heavy snow covering the ground, the assassins would be afraid of the cold and would stay in their blankets?
Is he tired of living?
As they drew closer, Ji Fengyao and Wu Shang suddenly heard a woman's suppressed sobs and a man's heavy breathing coming from inside the hall.
Wu Shang was momentarily embarrassed: "Your Highness, perhaps we shouldn't go there yet."
"You're overthinking it," Ji Fengyao's voice was lower than ever before.
Wu Shang: "???"
Why does it seem like the princess is angry because she heard the ambiguous sounds coming from Chaoyang Palace?
Like a snowflake among thousands, Ji Fengyao moved swiftly and silently across the sprawling palace rooftops.
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