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The hug only lasted for a moment before Song Yan withdrew his hand. At this time, the yard was a bloody mess.

The corpses lying all over the place looked particularly eerie under the dim starlight.

If we continue hugging each other, it would be inappropriate.

The guards remained silent as they continued to clean up the mess, carefully carrying the bodies aside.

At this time, An Wu ordered the guards to come over with torches. The flickering flames illuminated the bloody place.

He first carefully examined the clothes of a corpse. They were made of coarse cloth without any special texture or markings, as if these people were killers selected from the most ordinary people and deliberately concealed their identities.

Then, Anwu turned his attention to the scimitar next to the corpse.

He picked up one and brought it close to the fire. There was still traces of blood on the blade, which gave off a pungent fishy smell.

After wiping off the blood on the blade, there was no marking on it. The workmanship was a bit rough, but it was very sharp.

An Wu gripped the scimitar tightly, his brows furrowed. He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have seen a similar weapon before.

Just now when Song Yan was holding Shu Changyu, his face was inevitably stained with blood. He raised his hand to rub it and felt something sticky. Suddenly, a feeling of nausea surged in his heart.

He quickly took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood off his face vigorously, and then wiped the blood off Shu Changyu's face.

"I'll do it myself." Shu Changyu said in a low voice, reaching out to take the handkerchief.

Song Yan continued to wipe it for him stubbornly: "Don't move, there is still a lot on your face."

"Master." An Wu presented a cleaned scimitar, "I have seen similar scimitars in Yuzhou. Although I am not sure if they are exactly the same, the style and craftsmanship of the scimitars are somewhat similar."

Yuzhou?

Song Yan couldn't help but be shocked. Yuzhou was two thousand miles away from their Songzhou. How could a killer from Yuzhou appear here?

Shu Changyu glanced over, his eyes lingered on the scimitar for a moment, then quickly moved away.

He ordered An Shi: "Go prepare the carriage and horses."

An Shi took the order and left.

After a while, the carriage was ready, and Shu Changyu took Song Yan on the carriage.

Song Yan looked at the remote environment nearby and thought that it was a good thing there were no other residents around, otherwise more innocent people might be implicated.

The carriage sped through the night and soon arrived at a relatively secluded mansion.

After getting off the carriage, Shu Changyu and Song Yan walked into the mansion.

The servants had already prepared hot water and clean clothes.

The two of them went to wash up separately. Song Yan's body was covered with a lot of dust and blood stains. The hot water relaxed his tense nerves a little.

After taking a shower, Song Yan changed into clean clothes and felt much more refreshed.

When he came out, he saw Shu Changyu with his long hair loose, and the red spot between his eyebrows was like cinnabar stained with blood, which made his skin look even whiter and his eyebrows and eyes more distinct.

At this time, Song Yan noticed that Shu Changyu's hair was still wet, with water droplets dripping down the ends of her hair, leaving a faint stain on her clothes.

"Your hair is still wet, which makes you catch a cold easily." Song Yan quickly took a towel and wiped Shu Changyu's hair.

Shu Changyu lowered his eyes slightly and quietly let Song Yan move. The atmosphere was quiet and warm.

"Do you know who those killers are?" Song Yan asked him.

Shu Changyu thought thoughtfully: "Most likely he was sent by King Chen."

Who is King Chen?

Song Yan asked: "Do you have a grudge against him?"

"No." Shu Changyu said calmly, "Maybe he knows that the military token is in my hand."

"How does he know that the military token is with you?" Song Yan was puzzled.

"It's nothing more than the remnants of the old man making a deal with King Chen."

"He sent assassins here just to test me." Shu Changyu continued, "King Chen is suspicious by nature. He is not sure whether the military talisman is really with me, nor is he sure how powerful I am, so he sent these assassins to test the waters first."

"What should we do? Aren't you in danger?" Song Yan couldn't help but worry, and even stopped wiping Shu Changyu's hair.

Shu Changyu raised his eyelids slightly and said lazily, "Yuzhou is a thousand miles away from here. King Chen has put a lot of thought into sending dozens of assassins here. In the short term, he will not make any big moves."

"Since he dares to come and test us, there is no reason for us to retreat unscathed." Shu Changyu said with a smile on his lips and gloomy eyes.

Song Yan was horrified when he heard this. He pinched Shu Changyu's hair and calmed down before asking, "What does he want the military token for?"

Shu Changyu's voice was slightly cold: "Prince Chen is very ambitious and has long wanted to ascend the throne. With the military token in hand, he can mobilize the army. Naturally, he has been coveting it for a long time."

"Which vassal king is the King Chen you are talking about?" Song Yan asked again.

After talking about King Chen for so long, Song Yan still doesn't know which King Chen is.

Shu Changyu said, "He is the youngest son of Emperor Shun, and has been favored by Emperor Shun since he was young. If Emperor Shun had not suddenly passed away, allowing the older man to take advantage, the throne would have fallen into the hands of Prince Chen."

"So naturally the old man was afraid of King Chen. After he ascended the throne, he couldn't wait to send King Chen to the remote Jishan County of Yuzhou to be a vassal king."

Song Yan suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Prince Chen was so eager to send people to seize the military token. It turned out that he was unwilling to give up and wanted to take back the throne that might have belonged to him.

Shu Changyu's hair was half dry, and Song Yan put down the towel, still feeling a little uneasy.

"From what you said, Prince Chen doesn't seem like a peaceful prince. Will there be chaos in the future?"

Song Yan's worries were not without reason. In ancient times, wars were indeed extremely frequent. Either the peasants rose up in rebellion, or the princes rebelled, or the enemies in the northern border were eyeing them covetously.

But whether in the farming text or the imperial examination text, there was no mention of the occurrence of war, so Song Yan always thought that he had traveled to a relatively peaceful era.

Even though the northern border was occasionally invaded by the Hu people, it never affected here, and I never thought that the Central Plains would fall into the rebellion of the vassal kings.

Under Song Yan's inquiring gaze, Shu Changyu narrowed his eyes slightly and gave him an affirmative answer: "Yes."

"but not now."

Song Yan raised his breath to his throat, then slowly let it go. He asked anxiously, "Since we already knew that the princes would cause chaos, couldn't we avoid it?"

Shu Changyu suddenly grabbed Song Yan's hand, glanced at him with a sidelong glance and said, "Yan Yan, does your husband think he can do anything?"

"The vassal kings are in turmoil. There are many forces involved behind this. It is not something that happened overnight. It is impossible to stop it just by saying so."

Song Yan's heart finally died.