Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

As night fell, Zhang Ling followed Fujiwara Mihui to the hot spring outside the city.

The area around the hot spring is brightly lit and heavily guarded.

Fujiwara Mihui pointed to a big tree next to the hot spring and said, "Sir, you lie in ambush there, and when Fujiwara Yoshio shows up, you take action."

Zhang Ling nodded and hid behind a big tree.

As time passed, Zhang Ling's heartbeat became faster and faster.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps.

Zhang Ling stuck his head out and saw Fujiwara Yoshio walking over, surrounded by a group of guards...

Zhang Ling's heart trembled. Assassination? He thought the princess wanted him to help find lost items or mediate a dispute, but he didn't expect it to be such a dangerous request. He subconsciously clenched his fists and asked calmly, "Who does the princess want to assassinate?"

A hint of viciousness flashed across Fujiwara Mihui's eyes, and she opened her red lips slightly: "My brother, Fujiwara Ichiro."

Zhang Ling was even more confused. Brother and sister killing each other? There must be something hidden. He decided to find out the truth: "Princess, why did you want to assassinate your own brother?"

Fujiwara Mihui sighed and said slowly: "My brother is not a good person. He is insidious, cunning, cruel and merciless. He will do anything to fight for the throne. He killed my father, imprisoned my mother, and wanted to marry me to an old and powerful official to consolidate his position. If I don't get rid of him, Fuso will be destroyed in his hands sooner or later."

Zhang Ling listened quietly, thinking to himself. He couldn't tell whether Fujiwara Mihui's words were true or false. But he could see that Fujiwara Mihui's eyes were full of hatred, and this hatred didn't seem to be pretended.

"Sir, I know this request is very abrupt, but I really have nowhere else to turn." Tears welled up in Fujiwara Mihui's eyes. "Only you can help me. I know you are a martial arts expert, and you are not from Fuso, so you will not be controlled by my brother. As long as you are willing to help me, I am willing to pay any price!"

"Any price?" Zhang Ling raised his eyebrows and looked at Fujiwara Mihui with a smile.

Fujiwara Mihui's cheeks flushed slightly, but she still nodded firmly: "Any price!"

Zhang Ling laughed in his heart. This girl is really bold. However, he is not the kind of person who will be easily tempted by beauty. He came to Fusang Country for his own purpose, not to help people solve family disputes.

"Your Highness, this matter is of great importance. I need some time to consider it." Zhang Ling said calmly.

"Okay, I'll wait for your reply, sir." Although Fujiwara Mihui was a little disappointed, she also knew that she couldn't push too hard.

Zhang Ling stood up and said goodbye, leaving Fujiwara Mihui's mansion.

After returning to Chiyo's residence, Zhang Ling told her about Fujiwara Mihui's request.

After hearing this, Chiyo was also shocked: "Sir, it is better for us not to interfere in the royal dispute of Fusang."

Zhang Ling nodded, he also understood this truth. But the conditions proposed by Fujiwara Mihui were too tempting for him to refuse.

"Sir, do you really want to help her?" Chiyo asked worriedly.

Zhang Ling hesitated for a moment and said, "I haven't decided yet. However, I want to investigate Fujiwara Ichiro first to see what kind of person he is."

In the next few days, Zhang Ling began to secretly investigate Fujiwara Ichiro. He found that Fujiwara Ichiro was indeed a sinister and cunning person as Fujiwara Mihui said. He not only killed loyal officials and oppressed the people, but also colluded with neighboring countries with the intention of rebellion.

Zhang Ling secretly felt lucky that he did not rashly agree to Fujiwara Mihui's request. If he really helped Fujiwara Mihui to assassinate Fujiwara Ichiro, he would become a sinner of Fuso and even be involved in the struggle of the royal family.

"Sir, have you found out anything?" Chiyo asked.

"Fujiwara Ichiro is indeed not a good person." Zhang Ling said in a deep voice, "He is not only cruel and inhumane, but also intends to rebel."

"What should we do then?" Chiyo asked.

Zhang Ling pondered for a moment and said, "Let's wait and see what happens."

At this moment, an unexpected news came that Fujiwara Ichiro suddenly died!

This news shocked the entire Fuso Kingdom, and also shocked Zhang Ling. Was Fujiwara Ichiro's death an accident, or was it intentional?

Zhang Ling vaguely felt that this matter was related to Fujiwara Mihui.

He decided to meet Fujiwara Mihui again and ask her clearly in person.

Arriving at Fujiwara Mihui's residence, Zhang Ling found the atmosphere to be unusually solemn. The guards in the residence were all replaced by unfamiliar faces, each with a serious expression, as if facing a powerful enemy.

Zhang Ling's heart sank. It seemed that things were more complicated than he had imagined.

He was taken by the guards to a secret room, where Fujiwara Mihui was sitting with a pale face and empty eyes.

"Your Highness, Princess, does the death of Fujiwara Ichiro have anything to do with you?" Zhang Ling asked straight to the point.

Fujiwara Mihui raised her head and looked at Zhang Ling, her eyes full of fear and despair: "I don't know... I don't know..."

"Your Highness, you'd better tell the truth!" Zhang Ling said in a cold tone.

Fujiwara Mihui trembled all over, tears welled up in her eyes: "It was me...I killed him..."

Zhang Ling was shocked. He didn't expect that Fujiwara Mihui actually killed his brother.

"Why are you doing this?" Zhang Ling asked.

"I... I was forced by him!" Fujiwara Mihui cried, "He wanted to defile me, and I had to kill him in order to preserve my innocence..."

Zhang Ling looked at Fujiwara Mihui, who was crying in front of him, and felt mixed emotions. He didn't know whether to believe her or doubt her.

At this moment, the door of the secret room was suddenly opened, and a group of warriors rushed in and surrounded Zhang Ling and Fujiwara Mihui...

Zhang Ling sneered in his heart. Assassination? What was the plan of the Fusang princess? He pretended to be calm and asked, "Who does the princess want me to assassinate?"

Fujiwara Mie's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and she opened her red lips slightly: "General, Tokugawa Ieyasu."

Zhang Ling was even more confused. Why did Tokugawa Ieyasu, a powerful general in Fuso, and Fujiwara no Mie, a princess, want to assassinate him? Could it be... a palace infighting?

He pondered for a moment and asked, "Why did the princess want to assassinate Tokugawa Ieyasu?"

Fujiwara Mihui smiled sadly, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes: "Family feud and national hatred are irreconcilable!"

She paused and continued, "Tokugawa Ieyasu has evil ambitions and intends to usurp the throne. He killed my father, imprisoned my mother, and imprisoned me here like a canary. If I don't get rid of him, Fuso will fall into his clutches sooner or later!"

Zhang Ling thought to himself, it was indeed a palace infighting. Fujiwara Mihui looked weak, but in fact she was scheming and wanted to use him to eliminate dissidents. He was not a pawn that could be manipulated by others!

"Princess, do you have any evidence?" Zhang Ling asked.

Fujiwara Mihui nodded, took out a letter from her sleeve and handed it to Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling opened the letter and saw that it was filled with tiny calligraphy, and the content was exactly the plan conspired by Tokugawa Ieyasu and other ministers.

"I risked my life to steal this letter from Tokugawa Ieyasu's study." Fujiwara Mihui said, "If you don't believe it, you can send someone to verify it."

Zhang Ling put the letter away, and had already made up his mind. He decided to agree to Fujiwara Mihui first, and then wait and see what would happen.

"Okay, I promise you." Zhang Ling said, "But I need time to prepare."

Fujiwara Mihui was overjoyed and said quickly: "Thank you very much, sir! As long as you can help me get rid of Tokugawa Ieyasu, I am willing to pay any price!"

Zhang Ling smiled faintly and said, "Princess, you are too kind. I just help those who are in trouble when I see them."

Fujiwara Mihui discussed some details with Zhang Ling and then ordered someone to arrange for Zhang Ling to stay.

That night, Zhang Ling lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

He had a lot of thoughts in his mind. The water in Fusang Country was deeper than he had imagined. He had to be careful and cautious in order to get out of this power struggle unscathed.

Suddenly, there was a sound of light footsteps.

Zhang Ling sat up alertly and looked towards the door.

I saw a dark shadow flash in and come to the bedside quietly.

Zhang Ling held his breath and clenched the dagger in his hand.

The black shadow slowly approached, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked Zhang Ling's cheek.

Zhang Ling was shocked. The black shadow turned out to be a woman!

He was about to make a move when he smelled a familiar scent.

This fragrance, is...Fujiwara Mie?

Zhang Ling was puzzled. Could it be Fujiwara Mihui? What was her purpose in coming here so late at night?

He did not act rashly, but continued to pretend to sleep.

Fujiwara Mihui's fingers gently stroked Zhang Ling's cheek, lips, and finally stopped at his neck.

She slowly leaned over, blew gently into Zhang Ling's ear, and said in a charming voice: "Sir, are you asleep?"

Zhang Ling's heart was moved. This voice and this tone were clearly teasing him!

He resisted the urge in his heart and continued to pretend to sleep.

Seeing that Zhang Ling did not react, Fujiwara Mihui became bolder.

She gently unbuttoned Zhang Ling's shirt, revealing his strong chest.

Then she leaned over and kissed him gently.

Zhang Ling couldn't bear it any longer, so he grabbed Fujiwara Mihui's hand and pulled her onto the bed.

"Princess, you are..."

Fujiwara Mie's eyes were as charming as silk, and she panted and said: "Sir, I...I have admired you for a long time..."

Zhang Ling laughed secretly in his heart, this Fujiwara Mihui is indeed a witch!

He turned over, pressed Fujiwara Mihui under him, and kissed her hard.

A night of passion and boundless spring.

The next morning, when Zhang Ling woke up, he found that Fujiwara Mihui was no longer around.

He got up, dressed, and walked out of the room, but saw Fujiwara Mihui standing in the yard, smiling at him.

"Sir, did you sleep well last night?"

Zhang Ling cursed in his heart, this woman is such a witch!

His face remained expressionless, he smiled faintly and said, "Thank you for your concern, Princess. I slept well."

Fujiwara Mihui walked up to Zhang Ling, stretched out her hand, gently stroked his cheek, and said softly: "Sir, I have a favor to ask of you."

Zhang Ling sneered in his heart. What tricks is this woman going to play next?

"Princess, please speak."

"I hope that you can stay with me forever." Fujiwara Mihui's eyes were full of tenderness.

Zhang Ling was shocked. This woman actually wanted him to stay?

He looked at Fujiwara Mihui and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart...

Zhang Ling sneered in his heart. This Fusang princess seemed gentle on the surface, but she made such a vicious request. He pretended to be silent, and tapped the table with his fingers, making a crisp sound that was particularly clear in the silent room. "Who does the princess want me to assassinate? You have to let me know who the target is. Is it worth my effort?"

Fujiwara Mie's eyes moved, and she opened her red lips slightly: "A minister in a high position of power, he is corrupt and abuses the law, and oppresses the people. I want to get rid of him as soon as possible, but I don't have the right person." She paused, staring at Zhang Ling with burning eyes, "Your skills are extraordinary, I think you are not an ordinary person. If you can help me, I will definitely reward you handsomely."

"A generous reward? How do you plan to repay me, Princess?" Zhang Ling raised his eyebrows, his eyes playful.