My husband, please respect yourself. The princess is here to grab the bride.

Kill with one sword?

There are many masters in the palace.

A master with a sword... Could it be Lao Yu?

Is this using a sledgehammer to kill a chicken?

Is it expressing the prince’s anger?

"Search their pockets!"

After a while, the coroner found eleven more bronze mirrors, but the remaining two bodies did not have any... So they were not from the Xuan Jing Division.

Who are they?

Ge Gang came to the two corpses, bent over, reached out, and lifted the cloth covering the face of one of the corpses to take a look.

His pupils suddenly shrank——

This person turned out to be the Chang family’s chief steward!

Another one...he is also from the Chang family!

He is Chen Qian, the head manager of Chang’s Bookstore!

Ge Gang stood up straight, took two steps back, swallowed, and felt a chill.

The prince not only cleaned up the twelve bronze mirrors in the Xuanjingsi!

He even killed two extremely important people from the Chang family!

This move... should be regarded as killing the chicken to scare the monkey!

Chen Cong took one look at the city guard's dark expression and bowed quickly, "Sir, I will lead my troops to search the entire city for these martial arts masters!"

"No!"

Ge Gang turned and left: "Bury all these bodies!"

"This matter... ends here!"

"...Sir, you won't track down the real culprit?"

"Chase the hell!"

"Take advantage of this rainy night to quickly get these bodies out of the city and bury them for me!"

"Bury it deeper, so it won't be dug out by wild dogs!"

He turned and looked at the old coroner, the night watchman Old Zhang, and Chen Cong, and said in a very serious tone:

"This matter... all of you must keep it to yourself!"

"If anyone dares to tell anyone about this, I will kill your entire family!"

Fourteen people died in Xiling City overnight, which was such a big event, but because of Ge Gang's decisive handling, not a single word of it leaked out.

The twelve small bronze mirrors of the Xuan Jing Si were usually very low-key and seldom interacted with others. They also had no wives, children or relatives, so their quiet disappearance did not attract much attention.

In the second half of the night, the city lord's wife came to the Chang mansion in a carriage.

Chang Fugui was so frightened that he almost lost his soul. How could he dare to spread the news that two people had died in his house!

He saw off the city lord's wife and returned to the study, looking at the rain outside the window until dawn!

……

……

Dawn.

The rain stopped.

Xiling City remains the same as yesterday.

The people of Xiling City are still doing what they should be doing.

Those who were having morning tea in the tea shop were talking about the assassination that happened yesterday near the Broken Bridge.

They all spoke in a low voice.

After all, the targets of the assassination were Bai Shaoqiu, the son-in-law of the palace, and the fourth young master of the palace.

"This assassin is so bold! He actually dared to assassinate Master Bai and the Fourth Master in broad daylight... Tsk tsk tsk,"

A middle-aged man who looked like a wealthy man shook his head and laughed: "He is simply asking for his own death!"

Hearing this, the other middle-aged man sitting at the same table with him took a sip of his teacup, raised his eyes, and said:

"I'm afraid this matter is not that simple."

"Brother Sun, what do you mean...?"

"Brother Zhang, think about it. Attacking the prince's son-in-law and the fourth son of the prince's palace on the prince's territory... could this be a simple vendetta?"

"I heard that the four assassins were killed by the Fourth Young Master, and it seems that their real target was not the Fourth Young Master."

"Why do you think so, Brother Sun?"

The man surnamed Zhang stroked his short beard and gave a pretentiously profound smile: "To assassinate someone, you must have some understanding of the target."

"The Fourth Young Master was able to kill an entire tribe of Western Wilderness barbarians with just a stick... This martial art must be extremely advanced!"

"Those four men all died under the Fourth Young Master's iron rod. It's obvious that their martial arts skills are far from those of the Fourth Young Master."

"Isn't this just suicide?"

"They used arrows!"

"If it was a sneak attack, and they missed the Fourth Young Master, they should have drawn their swords or run, but they fired a second round of arrows... This doesn't make sense!"

"Also, if their target wasn't Mr. Bai, how could Mr. Bai be hit by an arrow?"

"So in my opinion, the person they really want to assassinate is Mr. Bai!"

"They knew how powerful the Fourth Young Master was, so... they never thought they could leave Xiling City alive!"

"They are...death warriors!"

"There is only one purpose!"

When Mr. Sun heard this, he thought for a moment and nodded slightly.

The others gathered around the tea table, all looking thoughtful.

Someone asked: "Mr. Bai won the championship not long ago and someone came to assassinate him. It must not be from our Xiling City... Could it be..."

The man pointed to the sky and asked in a low voice, "From above?"

"Words of caution!"

"This kind of thing is no small matter! Be careful of the harm that comes from your mouth!"

"Boss Zhang, if these were people sent by the palace...they all died in Xiling City. Will there be a large army coming later?"

“Not possible at the moment!”

Boss Zhang waved his hand and said, "Things in Beiliang are still unresolved. How dare they touch our King of Zhenxi?"

That’s right, under the leadership of King Zhenxi, the Western Frontier Army is an army that has truly experienced countless battles of all sizes!

Looking at the entire Xingguo, unless the emperor mobilizes two border troops to besiege Xiling City, otherwise... that would be self-destruction!

Boss Zhang glanced at the group of people and said with a smile:

"Everyone, disperse. If the enemy comes, we will fight him. If the water comes, we will block it with earth. This is not something you and I can worry about!"

"The prince will naturally handle these matters."

Birds are singing on the branches in the cool morning breeze.

The King of Zhenxi was practicing martial arts in the training ground.

He had just swung his sword three times and hadn't even warmed up yet when the chief butler Yuan Bowen walked into the training ground.

The King of Zhenxi stopped his sword and looked at Yuan Bowen.

"Your Majesty,"

Yuan Bowen bowed and said, "Twelve bronze mirrors were shattered... but two more people died!"

The King of Zhenxi was slightly startled. Yuan Bowen didn't need to report this matter to him at all, because the twelve bronze mirrors would definitely be broken.

As for the two extra people who died, perhaps someone saw them and had to silence them.

Yuan Boen added, "It wasn't He Yingou who did this!"

The King of Zhenxi frowned slightly and asked, "Who did it?"

"I don't know. He Yingou left home at midnight. He went to those twelve places, but he only saw pools of blood, not a single person! He didn't even see a corpse!"

"There are no signs of fighting..."

"The fourteen bodies were placed in front of the City Guard's Mansion at the end of the night... This is the letter Ge just delivered. Please review it, Your Highness."

The King of Zhenxi took the paper, unfolded it, and after a moment, his brows furrowed even more tightly.

"Are the two extra people who died from the Chang Mansion from here?"

"...one sword to the throat?"

"A master with a sword?"

"Is there anyone else in Xiling City who is an expert in swordsmanship?"

"Tell Ge Gang not to hide such a major event from the higher-ups. Tell him to inform Shang Junhou of the Xuanjing Division as quickly as possible..."

"After all, someone from the Xuan Jing Division died. Even I, the King of Zhenxi, cannot break the Xuan Jing Division's rules. Let Shang Junhou send someone to Xiling City to apprehend the real culprit!"

The Prince of Zhenxi handed the paper to Yuan Boen, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Who did you send to guard the Princess's Mansion?"

"Your Highness, it was originally Jian San, but now it's He Xiaofeng, the son of He Yingou."

"Oh... let Arrow Three hide in the dark."

"it is good!"

"How is Shaoqiu?"

"I sat by the window all night last night... I seemed to be practicing Qigong. I went to bed at dawn today and am still in a deep sleep."

A smile spread across the face of the King of Zhenxi:

"This kid... internal strength wasn't cultivated overnight. Go ahead and tell Qing'er to prepare better food!"

"it is good!"

Yuan Bowen turned and left, and the King of Zhenxi continued to dance with his sword.

The knife light became sharper and sharper, and the knife shadow became dense and impenetrable!