Your Majesty said that my life is worthless, so why are you crying when I increase my troops?

"Hey, kid, if you really have a grudge against Xia Tianxiong, then kill the princess who's protecting you! We'll believe you!"

Zhang Kui glared at Xia Mingyuan and spoke in a rough voice.

Xia Xue shuddered all over and subconsciously took a few steps back, her expression full of vigilance.

No one knows better than her how ambitious her nephew is. In order to win over these people, Xia Mingyuan might really do such a thing.

As expected, as soon as the assassins finished speaking, Xia Mingyuan suddenly stared at her up and down with a sneer on his lips.

"Xia Mingyuan, what are you going to do?"

"I'm warning you, don't listen to the treacherous ministers. Assassinating the princess of this dynasty is a capital crime. The court will not let you go!"

Xia Xue bit her teeth lightly, her face pale and her back chilled by the fear of her nephew.

"Don't worry, auntie. You are my nephew's flesh and blood. How could I kill you?"

Xia Mingyuan turned around with a faint smile and said calmly, "I'm afraid you all have misunderstood. What I said before, whether you believe it or not, has nothing to do with me."

"The person next to me is my aunt. Although I have a deep hatred for the entire Great Yan Imperial Family, I will never hurt this aunt in the slightest."

"If any of you still want to kill him, then ask my soldiers!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen Qilin Guards rushed forward and surrounded the man.

At the same time, a hundred Yellow Turban strongmen had climbed onto the roof without anyone knowing when. The archers on the edge drew their bows and aimed at Yue Hanshan and others.

Zhang Kui snorted coldly, then smiled contemptuously and said, "Miss, I knew this guy was the son of that bastard emperor, and he definitely wouldn't side with us!"

"Now that I've tested him, I can clearly see his true face."

"Okay, Zhang Kui, stop talking."

Yue Hanshan looked warily at the Qilin Guards who were glaring at them, and said to Xia Mingyuan in a cold tone, "Sir, we cannot work together if we do not share the same ideals. In today's assassination, my Fengyu Tower is inferior in skill. If you truly have a grudge against Xia Tianxiong, could you please have your men disperse so that we can take the young lady away? From now on, we will never offend you again."

"Haven't you guys been offensive enough today?"

Xia Mingyuan waved his hand, asking the Qilin Guards to retreat. "For the sake of Hongying, I will forgive the assassination attempt today. You may leave now."

"However, you can go, but Hongying must stay."

As soon as the words fell, the entire temple fell silent.

Yue Hanshan and the other three looked at each other, and the expressions on their faces, which had just relaxed a little, slowly froze.

Han Zhaohu narrowed his eyes slightly, tightened his grip on the spear, and put down the axe that Zhang Kui was carrying on his shoulder.

Li Chun's eyes kept wandering over Xia Mingyuan, looking for flaws.

Yue Hanshan's face turned ashen, one hand on the hilt of the knife, staring at Xia Mingyuan.

"Master Xia, we at Fengyu Tower don't want to be your enemy, but please don't go too far. If you don't let my young lady leave, even if your soldiers can stop us today, I'm afraid only one in ten will survive!"

"Oh?" Xia Mingyuan raised his eyebrows. "Are you guys threatening me?"

"Why don't we try it out?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Mingyuan drew his sword, and the atmosphere in the entire temple suddenly became tense and murderous.

"What are you doing? Put down your weapons."

At this moment, Zhao Hongying rushed forward from behind the crowd and stood between Xia Mingyuan and Fengyu Tower.

"Miss, step back behind us." Yue Hanshan frowned and said in a deep voice, "With us here, no one can threaten you."

"After you fight this guy, find a chance to leave immediately."

Zhao Hongying shook her head. "Uncle Yue, Master Xia didn't threaten me. I stayed here on my own initiative. I can't go with you now!"

"Not only can I not go with you, I also want you all to stay and work with me to assist Master Xia!"

Upon hearing this, Yue Hanshan couldn't help but frown slightly. "Miss, this man is Xia Tianxiong's son. Are you really interested in him?"

"Have you forgotten the Zhao family's deep blood feud?"

Zhao Hongying suddenly raised her head and looked at Yue Hanshan.

"Of course I won't forget, and I dare not forget!"

"The deep-rooted hatred from those days accompanies me all the time, yet I am forever powerless to do anything about it. Remember, hatred is useless, and blood debts can only be repaid with blood!"

Having said this, Zhao Hongying walked to Xia Mingyuan with a calm expression.

"Over the years, only in Young Master Xia have I seen the only hope for revenge."

"Uncle Yue, we were all wrong at the beginning."

"With our strength, it would be extremely difficult to assassinate Xia Tianxiong. Moreover, even if we kill that old dog, this kind of revenge will not be enough to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

"If you really want revenge, you have no choice but to gather troops and food, recruit soldiers and prepare for war, then finally rise up, storm the palace, capture that old dog with your own hands, and make him kneel in front of his father's grave and repent!"

When these words were spoken, Yue Hanshan and the other three couldn't help but tremble all over and stared at Zhao Hongying in amazement.

Didn’t the lady always want to assassinate Xia Tianxiong?

The purpose of establishing Fengyu Tower is to find an opportunity one day to chop off Xia Tianxiong's head!

How come the young lady's temperament has changed so drastically in just less than ten days?

"This..." Li Chun hesitated for a moment, and finally said weakly: "Miss, what does what you said have to do with that boy?"

"How many soldiers can he, a guard of the princess's mansion, have?"

"That's right. Let's go back to the mountain, earn more bonuses, raise more money, and recruit more soldiers. It won't take long before the Poison Dragon Gang will not be a match for our Fengyu Tower!" Zhang Kui echoed.

"That's different!" Zhao Hongying said solemnly, "How easy is it to form a team with just us?"

"Even if we had an army of several thousand men, just to cover their daily expenses, even if all our Fengyu Tower members were mobilized and assassinated day and night, we wouldn't be able to raise that much money!"

"We can't just rob the people like the Poison Dragon Gang, right? If my father were to see us avenging him like this, I'm afraid he wouldn't forgive me for my sins!"

After these words were spoken, the four people from Fengyu Tower could not help but stand there in shock, each with a solemn expression.

What Zhao Hongying said was right. Without robbing or stealing, how could it be easy for these people to form a team?

"Miss, even if we are in trouble, it is still better than living under someone else's roof. Besides, that guy is just a captain of the guards, how many soldiers can he have under his command?"

"In my opinion, these people in front of us are probably the guards of the entire princess's mansion. They can't afford to support any more." Zhang Kui frowned and said in a rough voice.

"No, you're all wrong!"

Zhao Hongying turned around and looked at Xia Mingyuan, her eyes full of complexity.

"In just ten days, Young Master Xia has assembled an elite force that is as powerful as the most elite border troops of Great Xia!"

"The ability to raise money and food is not as simple as you think!"