Just as Ji Fengyao was about to say no, a commotion suddenly broke out among the crowd of onlookers who hadn't yet dispersed.
A rapid sound of horses' hooves came from the thick fog at the end of the long street.
"Make way! Make way! The horse is startled!" A middle-aged man's anxious shout broke through the fog.
Wu Ying hurriedly led Shang Xiye towards the side of the street.
Ji Fengyao was led by Shang Xiye, and surrounded by the three maids Xique, Linshuang, and Bailu, she followed closely to the side.
Suddenly, a riding whip shot out from the thick fog, aiming straight for Ji Fengyao.
Moreover, the target is Ji Fengyao's lower abdomen!
What's even more alarming is that Ji Fengyao not only didn't dodge, but for some reason, she took the initiative to fly towards the whip!
Consort Jia!
Ji Fengyao was suddenly shoved from behind, and the image of Consort Jia's vicious face flashed through her mind: So she was waiting here!
Just as the whip was about to strike Ji Fengyao's lower abdomen, Shang Xiye swept aside the pastries in his arms, reached out and tore off the veil from Consort Jia's wrist, throwing it away to pull the lunging female bandit back in time and hold her in his arms.
Wuying, standing behind Shang Xiye, caught all the pastries he swept away, and said as if talking to herself, "Chase!"
Before anyone could understand what was happening, they heard the sounds of fighting coming from the thick fog in the distance.
Immediately afterwards, a woman's scream rang out: "Ah—! Murder!"
Upon hearing the scream, the onlookers scattered in all directions.
The bustling street, which was just a moment ago, quickly became deserted, with only thick fog covering the sky.
A short while later, Wuhen led a dozen or so guards, dragging a burly man in blue robes over to report: "Your Highness, the assassin, seeing no hope of escape, committed suicide by drinking poison. He must be a suicide soldier."
"Hmm," this result was exactly what Shang Xiye had expected. The other party would not send an ordinary person to kill him.
So-called suicide soldiers are those who throw themselves into battle without looking back, and naturally they won't leave any flaws for anyone to investigate.
"Wait, let me see."
Just as Wuhen was about to order someone to drag the assassin out of the city and bury him, Ji Fengyao jumped down from Shang Xiye's arms, quickly walked to the assassin's body, squatted down, wrapped her hands in a silk handkerchief, and carefully examined the assassin's body for a while.
Consort Jia felt nauseous: bandits are bandits, they don't even spare a dead person, how could she expect to find any gold or silver treasures on that person?
"This poison is indeed exquisitely prepared; it's truly lethal upon contact with blood. It seems the other party has a master of poisons. I'll have to meet him another day," Ji Fengyao muttered to herself. She discarded the silk handkerchief, stood up, and then took the handkerchief handed to her by Lin Shuang and carefully wiped her hands.
Seeing that Wuying had ordered people to drag the body away, she added from behind, "Respect the dead, don't just throw it away, dig a hole and bury it."
"Yes, Your Highness," the two guards dragging the corpse replied.
“Dig the pit deeper, don’t skimp on the effort,” Ji Fengyao added, still not entirely at ease.
"Yes, Your Highness!"
With things having progressed to this point, neither Shang Xiye nor Ji Fengyao had any desire to continue exploring. Besides, the streets of Linwu were only so long, and it wouldn't be long before they left the city. So, without prior arrangement, the two silently turned around and headed back.
Yuan Zhisheng felt it inappropriate to continue, so he bowed to the two of them, took his leave, and departed.
Consort Jia, standing behind the two, was secretly wondering what was going on and was getting anxious.
Judging from the assassin's skill, he shouldn't have been sent by the East Dragon Gate.
But why aren't the people from Donglongmen making a move today, given such a good opportunity?
Just as Shang Xiye and Ji Fengyao were about to leave the city and return to the shiphouse, an even more rapid sound of horses' hooves came from the long street behind them, near Linwu.
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