I was kicked out of the house, and I was reborn and became the emperor

At dusk, the ancient road in Yanzhou was covered with dust.

Fang Yi and his entourage rode their horses at full speed, the sound of horse hooves clattering as fast as lightning, vowing to reach their fiefdom Jiuyuan within three days.

After traveling day and night, not only did the horses look a little tired, but the people also felt a little exhausted.

So they decided to take a short rest at the edge of the forest to relieve the fatigue of the long journey.

"My Lord, Xiaorou just got some spring water from the stream. It's sweet and delicious. Come and have a taste."

Xiaorou smiled as beautifully as a flower and handed over a bamboo tube.

However, at this gentle moment of intercourse, a feather arrow suddenly flew through the air and accurately pierced the bamboo tube filled with water, shocking Xiaorou so much that she screamed and the bamboo tube slipped out of her hand.

Fang Yi was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He drew out the Youlong Sword and protected Xiaorou behind him in a flash.

Immediately afterwards, another three arrows broke through the wind, whizzed past Fang Yi's ears, and pierced directly into the carriage.

The servant panicked and screamed, "There's... there's an assassin!"

The driver was also at a loss, the horses were neighing in fear, and the scene instantly fell into chaos.

Zhang Wenyuan quickly jumped off his horse, calmed himself and shouted, "Hide in the carriage quickly, don't stay in the open space!"

In the chaos, everyone hid in the cargo compartment, while Fang Yi carefully placed the frightened Xiaorou in his own compartment.

"My Lord, please find a place to hide as well."

Zhang Wenyuan looked around vigilantly with sharp eyes.

Fang Yi didn't take it seriously and said with a smile: "Commander Zhang, don't forget that I am the God of War of the Northern Frontier."

Before he finished speaking, a black feather arrow flew silently towards his face. Fang Yi calmly raised his hand and gently caught the arrow.

"My Lord, please don't stay away from me."

Zhang Wenyuan spoke earnestly, and then threw the arrow in his hand with great force. The arrow was like a meteor, flying through the night and sinking deeply into the treetops. A painful groan was heard, and a man in black holding a crossbow fell to the ground.

Fang Yi felt relieved, but Zhang Wenyuan warned him: "There is more than one assassin, be careful!"

Sure enough, arrows rained down from all directions, but they all fell to the ground one by one under Zhang Wenyuan's strenuous resistance.

Seeing that their sneak attack failed, the assassins appeared one after another. Fang Yi roughly counted them and there were more than a dozen of them.

"My Lord, keep an eye on the two people behind you."

Zhang Wenyuan flashed and stood in front of the assassin.

An assassin raised his knife to block, but the Youlong sword was so sharp that it cut it in two. In an instant, Fang Yi swung his sword again, and it pierced the assassin's throat like a bamboo. Hot blood spurted out, staining Fang Yi's face red.

Before Fang Yi could clean up the bloodstain, another assassin roared forward. Knowing that close combat was not a wise move, he turned to attack downwards.

Fang Yi remained calm and performed the "Yin Yang Reversal" technique. The sword light swirled around and followed him like a shadow, completely breaking the assassin's offensive.

The assassin was shocked by Fang Yi's superb swordsmanship. He staggered to avoid him and cursed: "Damn it, this is a master! The old thief is clearly sending us to our deaths!"

It was this moment of oversight that allowed Fang Yi to seize the opportunity.

His eyes lit up and his ultimate move "White Rainbow Piercing the Sun" flew out. With a flash of light, it penetrated the heavy armor and hit the enemy's heart.

The assassin's eyes were full of disbelief. He fell to the ground helplessly and died. The doubts and unwillingness in his heart lingered for a long time.

After getting rid of the two assassins, Fang Yi looked back and saw that the nine assassins on the other side had been eliminated by Zhang Wenyuan. The feather arrow in his hand was actually a trophy taken from the enemy.

"Commander Zhang, could it be that you have already subdued these enemies, and are just standing by and watching me fight with the two thieves?"

Fang Yi walked closer, with a bitter smile mixed with a hint of helplessness.

"I just found a secret letter from the assassin, but..." Zhang Wenyuan frowned slightly and handed the letter to Fang Yi as he spoke.

After Fang Yi finished reading it, his face was filled with astonishment and confusion. He exclaimed in disbelief: "What? These assassins were sent by Zhuge Zhan, the Grand Commander of Yanzhou? How... is this possible?"

"I also noticed that each assassin had the emblem of the Grand Commandery branded on his arm."

"Is this true?"

Fang Yi frowned and bent down to examine the assassin's right arm. Indeed, on each of their arms there was a carving of a soaring eagle totem, which was the symbol of the Yanzhou border army.

"This is too strange. Why would Zhuge Zhan, the Grand Commander of Yanzhou, attack me?"

Fang Yi was filled with doubts. After all, the misunderstanding between him and Zhuge Jingqi had been resolved. Why was the Grand Marshal's Office still against him?

Fang Yi reviewed the secret letter and then looked at the assassin's tattoo, and suddenly he understood.

"Commander Zhang, do you also find this strange? Even if Zhuge Zhan intended to harm me, why didn't he do it when we passed through Yanzhou, instead of doing it in his territory?"

Zhang Wenyuan nodded in agreement, "Indeed, this point also puzzles me."

"What's worse is that the assassin actually carried such a confidential letter with him and placed it in his arms where it was very easy to search. It seemed like he wanted to let people find it on purpose." Fang Yi sneered.

Fang Yi examined the tattoos again and continued, "This tattoo is even more obvious, clearly letting people know that the assassin came from the Grand Commandery. It's ridiculous, Commander Zhang, the skin around the tattoo is still swollen, it's obviously a recent tattoo."

"My Lord, what do you mean...?"

"All signs indicate that the assassin was not ordered by the Grand Commander of Yanzhou. It seems that someone deliberately framed Zhuge Zhan. I can't think of anyone else except the Sixth Prince and Shangguan Ba."

Zhang Wenyuan was a little surprised by Fang Yi's analysis. He had not expected that this young marquis, who was not even twenty years old, could see through the trick so quickly.

Zhang Wenyuan was able to detect clues thanks to his years of experience, but Fang Yi was only seventeen.

What is even more surprising is that Fang Yi showed no fear when facing the brutal assassin. He defeated his opponent in just a few moves with just his sword skills.

At first, Zhang Wenyuan didn't have much affection for Fang Yi.

However, after several contacts, Zhang Wenyuan realized Fang Yi's ambition and talent. His talent was outstanding, comparable to the third prince and the sixth prince.

Unfortunately, Fang Yi has no powerful backing and his mother is of low status, so he may end up languishing in silence in this barren land of Yanzhou.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wenyuan couldn't help but sigh. Seeing this, Fang Yi thought that his judgment was wrong, and asked hurriedly: "Commander Zhang, do you think my speculation is biased?"

Zhang Wenyuan calmed down and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty is right. The Sixth Prince and Shangguan Ba ​​are indeed the most suspicious. They have been harboring evil intentions towards you for a long time."

"Humph, this old fox is vicious enough! After failing to succeed in Kyoto, he actually sent assassins to track him down here, and even wanted to use this opportunity to slander my future father-in-law, Master Zhuge Zhan."

After Fang Yi finished speaking angrily, he became even more wary of Shangguan Ba.

At this moment, Zhang Wenyuan changed the subject: "In addition to the Sixth Prince's party, there is another person who may also send assassins to harm the Marquis, and the first person I think of is..."

"Who?" Fang Yi asked impatiently.

Zhang Wenyuan slowly uttered two words: "Third Prince!"