The princess only wants to survive, and the cold-faced king of hell begs for mercy

Seeing this, Yun Shang quickly reached out to take the exquisite wooden plaque, then tightly grasped Zhao Qiyan's sleeve and said coquettishly, "Your Highness, let's hurry upstairs! You must be exhausted after a whole day of riding in the carriage. When we get to your room, let me give you a good massage to soothe your muscles."

After saying that, she dragged Zhao Qiyan towards the stairs without saying anything.

Naturally, they lived in the best room. Only they, Zhuo Fang, and a few personal guards such as Qi Chuan lived upstairs, while the other guards lived downstairs.

In order to protect Zhuo Fang, Qi Chuan slept in Zhuo Fang's room at night.

As the night deepened, the chirping of nightingales could be heard from outside the window from time to time.

Zhao Qiyan and Yun Shang washed up early and lay down on the bed. They were tired from the journey, and they did nothing wrong. They just kissed briefly and then fell asleep in each other's arms.

In the stables of the posthouse, the horses brought by the King of Qi were all well fed and well fed, and lay down together to sleep.

On this night of utter silence, a dark moon, and high winds, everything around them was serene and peaceful. However, at that moment, several dark figures appeared beside the stable like ghosts. Each of them was nimble and agile, like a ghost in the night.

These men in black approached the stable silently, and then, using the surrounding objects as support points, they quickly and lightly climbed up to the window on the second floor of the inn.

In the darkness, Qi Chuan slowly opened his eyes, gripped the hilt of the knife tightly in his hand, and held his breath.

Zhuo Fang was still sleeping soundly and didn't hear any noise outside.

In another room, Zhao Qiyan also opened his eyes in the dark and sat up.

After taking a look at Yun Shang who was unaware of anything, he quietly stood up and walked out.

I saw a group of people in black night clothes approaching the window quietly like ghosts, holding various sharp weapons in their hands, with cunning and murderous eyes flashing.

They carefully used tools to pry open the window lock, then jumped into the house lightly.

However, just as their feet touched the ground, a flash of cold light suddenly appeared, and then an extremely sharp and cold long sword came towards them with a fierce momentum!

This sudden attack caught the five men in black off guard.

One of them reacted a little slower and had no time to dodge, and the long knife pierced his body like lightning.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and the injured man in black let out a shrill scream: "Be careful, there's an ambush..."

Seeing this, the other four men in black were shocked and quickly turned around to escape from this dangerous place.

But before they could take a few steps, they heard a loud noise that resounded throughout the inn. The originally dark place suddenly became brightly lit, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day!

At the same time, a group of well-trained guards rushed out from all directions, quickly blocking every exit and forming a tight encirclement.

Qi Chuan, the leader, held a long sword and looked heroic. Behind him were several agile guards who rushed towards the men in black.

For a moment, swords and sabers flashed and crisscrossed, and the two sides launched a thrilling battle.

These guards cooperated well with each other and their moves were exquisite, but the men in black were no ordinary people either. Each of them had unique skills and fought to the death.

For a while, the two sides fought to a stalemate, and neither could easily gain the upper hand.

Zhao Qiyan stood at the doorway, hands behind his back, watching the fight inside the house with a cold gaze. After seeing enough of the moves, he gently waved his hand, "Go."

Immediately, a large number of guards swarmed in.

Under the pressure of numbers, the four men in black were defeated in an instant. Qi Chuan wanted to capture them alive, but when they saw that they could not win, they bit the poison hidden under their teeth and committed suicide.

Zhao Qiyan sneered, "Oh, King Cheng's assassin."

He looked at Zhuo Fang, who was hiding in the corner of the bed, and said with a teasing tone, "It seems that Mr. Zhuo will not get the freedom he wants."

"King Cheng still loves Mr. Zhuo very much. I'm afraid our journey will be difficult."

Zhuo Fang looked desperate. "Why don't I just die and start over? Why is it so hard to live?"

Zhao Qiyan raised his eyebrows. Zhuo Fang had said the same thing last time in the interrogation room.

When he said this again this time, Zhao Qiyan couldn't help but become curious, "What does Mr. Zhuo mean by reopening?"

Zhuo Fang paused, unsure how to explain this gaming term to Zhao Qiyan, so he said vaguely, "Well, it's just a way of saying that I feel life is boring and I'd rather die."

"Whether it will reopen or not is actually just my guess. It may not reopen, but it will definitely die."

Zhao Qiyan probably understood, "Does it mean resurrection from the dead?"

"Mr. Zhuo, do you think you can live again after you die?"

Zhuo Fang didn't expect Zhao Qiyan to be so smart and guess what he meant right away. He nodded and said, "Yeah, that's about right. I came here after I died anyway. Maybe if I die again, I can change the dynasty, or change the place, or change my identity, and live again."

He didn't know much about this, so he didn't want to say more. But Zhao Qiyan suddenly became interested and asked, "Has your idea been confirmed?"

Zhuo Fang shook his head decisively, "I haven't died, so of course I haven't confirmed it."

"This is just my random guess. If King Qi wants to verify it, or wait until I can no longer live, or no longer want to live, then kill me."

"When the time comes, if I reopen it, I will come to you and tell you the verification results. If I don't come to you, it means the verification failed. I am dead and can't reopen it."

Zhao Qiyan chuckled, did not continue to delve into the topic, turned around and left, went back to his room and continued to sleep.

Qi Chuan led the guards and worked tirelessly to move all the corpses out of the room. After throwing them into the river, they returned to continue sleeping.

Seeing the blood on the ground untreated, Zhuo Fang couldn't help but point to the ground and said, "Guard Qi, are you going to take care of the blood on the ground?"

Qi Chuan turned over indifferently, holding his knife, and said, "Well, someone will clean up the room after we leave tomorrow morning."

"Mr. Zhuo, if you can't sleep, then I'd like to trouble you to keep watch. I don't know how many waves of assassins King Cheng has sent, so please keep an eye on them."

Zhuo Fang sat on the bed speechlessly, staring blankly. Who was protecting whom?

"Why do I feel that the King of Qi doesn't really care about my life or death?"

Qi Chuan closed his eyes and hummed, "Mr. Zhuo is useful to King Cheng, but useless to His Royal Highness the Prince of Qi. As long as you are not captured alive, you will die."

"Brother, you don't have to tell the truth."

"Besides, who said I'm useless to the King of Qi? If the King of Qi uses me, I can help him defeat King Cheng."