Report to the Empress and the Eldest Princess: They're using the system to poach your men.

"If you dare to repeatedly engage in the business of selling Princess Nan Jing's head, aren't you, the leader of the Soul-Hooking Pavilion, afraid of being besieged by the imperial court?"

Shen Sangwan used the carriage to maneuver, but the men in black were all top-notch assassins who surrounded and intercepted her from all sides.

Why can't I use light-footed kung fu? Isn't this just leaving me vulnerable to being slaughtered?

【Master, do you still have any poisons? Use them if they can solve this urgent problem!】

Xiaotong was so anxious that she was practically stomping her feet until sparks flew.

Shen Sangwan, preoccupied with escaping, momentarily forgot about this matter.

He slid under the carriage again and pulled out three bottles of muscle relaxant from his pocket.

It scattered wildly in all directions.

Because she didn't have time to take the antidote, she herself was also infected.

Exhausted, he fell to the ground.

Looking sideways at the horse that had been shot dead by an arrow, she felt as if she were looking at her own corpse.

Some of the assassins who hadn't been hit yet drew their swords and lunged at Shen Sangwan.

She closed her eyes, somewhat resigned, and awaited death.

With a clang, the swords and knives fell to the ground, accompanied by the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground.

The assassin was stabbed through the chest with a short knife, and when he fell to the ground, he was still in the position of raising his hands.

"Your Highness, I am late in coming to your rescue. Are you injured?"

"Phew—Shuyun, you've arrived just in time."

Accompanying them were two squads of imperial guards from the Princess's residence, which Shen Yuchen had previously sent.

They captured the assassins who had been afflicted with muscle-relaxing powder one by one, and those who resisted stubbornly were strangled to death.

"The antidote is in my arms."

Although she was weak in her hands, she was very conscious. She took the antidote from the system, put it in her bosom, and had Shuyun feed it to her.

The medicine would take a while to take effect, so Shuyun helped him sit on the ground.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!"

Shuyi, who was originally in line, had to hide to the side because of the commotion caused by the assassination attempt. Once the situation was under control, she hurriedly ran over, her voice slightly rushed.

"Is Your Highness injured?"

She was almost scared to death just now, so many men in black all stabbed at her prince.

The imperial guards and city defense soldiers arrived one after another and surrounded the scene. After seeing Shen Sangwan, they wanted to take the assassin away, but she refused.

"I will conduct the interrogation myself; there is no need to trouble the Commander."

"Your Highness, this is probably against the rules."

The city defense commander was directly under the military command, and Yuan Qi of the military command had a close relationship with the Right Chancellor Cen Zhouyuan.

Shen Sangwan would not allow them to take the person away under any circumstances.

"If you are not satisfied, go directly to the Xuyang Palace and report to His Majesty, and impeach me."

At this moment, her legs had gradually regained some strength, and she drawled out the last syllable, "Oh—, by the way, in broad daylight, so many assassins have managed to infiltrate Zhongdu, the capital city. If Yuan Qi doesn't impeach me, I might impeach him at tomorrow's morning court session."

"It is our dereliction of duty, Your Highness. Please forgive us."

"Take care of this quickly and leave as soon as possible, so as not to disturb the local people doing business."

"Yes Yes Yes."

A bunch of good-for-nothings.

The rain was exceptionally heavy. Shuyi held up an umbrella and helped Shen Sangwan leave the scene of the incident.

The remaining seven or eight assassins were all taken away by Shuyun and his men.

Phoenix Palace

Wen Yuening was flipping through a medical book when Qingque rushed in and whispered a few words in her ear.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and his brows furrowed with anger. His already furrowed brows became even more contorted, and his expression turned even more unpleasant.

“Your Majesty, I have inquired and found that the Princess was also attacked when she went to the new recruit camp. It was Zijue from the Pavilion who carried out the attack. She has not been found alive or dead. This time, Feng Shao was the one who took over the assassination, but he only sent the second-class assassins from the Pavilion. Qingzhi and Wen Que were not used.”

"The person behind both transactions should be the same person. This time, it is probably a test of the master of the pavilion. He suspects me now. Qingque, guard the Phoenix Palace. I need to go out for a while."

“Your Majesty, since Feng Shao dared to accept the mission of assassinating a member of the royal family, he must have harbored treacherous intentions. If he is determined to seize the throne and commit treason, he must be very cautious. I'm afraid we can't do anything to him for the time being.”

Qingque was somewhat worried about her mistress and tried to stop her.

"I've only temporarily entrusted the matter of the Soul-Hooking Pavilion to him. What, do you think this means we've changed hands?"

Wen Yuening changed into a set of casual clothes and took a silver-gray half-face mask.

Following the back wall, I reached a rather deserted garden in the rear hall of the Phoenix Palace. There was a dry well that had stopped producing water years ago. The palace servants had simply covered it with wooden boards, but had not sealed it off completely.

No one knew that the bottom of the well secretly led to the moat, allowing access to the outside of the palace.

Wen Yuening was unaware of this either; it was Shen Sangwan from her previous life who told her about it.

The main building of the Soul-Hooking Pavilion is located in an extremely secluded place, hidden in a quiet mountain gorge.

A gravel path runs through the entire courtyard, at the other end of which stand several houses with white walls and black tiles.

At first glance, it looked like the residence of some reclusive master.

As soon as Wen Yuening stepped into the front yard, seventeen men in black appeared from all directions. After landing safely, they bowed their heads respectfully.

"Greetings, Lord Pavilion Master."

A deep male voice came from the other end, "Where is Feng Shao?"

"Fengshao has gone out. The Pavilion Master has finally come back. Why are you looking for him? Don't you even think of your servant?"

Suddenly, a stunningly beautiful woman emerged from the house, her slender waist swaying as she moved with delicate steps. She wore a long white dress with a light veil over it, which seemed rather thin for the weather.

He walked gracefully towards Wen Yuening, naturally wrapped his arms around her waist, and nestled into her embrace.

"You're getting more and more outrageous."

Wen Yuening spoke in a flat tone, revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Sect Master~"

The woman had smooth, delicate skin, a small, luscious mouth, and strands of hair that gently brushed her face in the breeze, adding to her alluring charm. She let out a slightly disgruntled, coquettish sigh.

"I have important business to attend to today, so please don't bother me."

Wen Yuening, somewhat oblivious to romance, gently pulled the woman's hands away from her body.

"I have thrown myself into your arms time and time again, but you have remained unmoved. Do you truly have a penchant for men?"

The woman lowered her eyelashes slightly, lifted her jade-like legs lightly, and walked into the house on her own.

"Did Feng Shao say what he was going to do?"

Wen Yuening dismissed the men in black in the courtyard and followed the woman into the house.

"How could I possibly inquire about the affairs of the Vice Pavilion Master?"

The woman lay half-reclined on a bamboo couch, her neckline slightly open, revealing a bright red rose pattern on her collarbone.

The original color of the rose is white, but it is stained with bright red, implying that it is meant to entice people to slaughter out of pity for the weak.

"Qingtang, the weather is getting colder now, and you are dressed so lightly. No matter how strong a person is, it won't last long."

"Is the Pavilion Master feeling sorry for me?"

The woman called Qingtang swayed her slender legs and changed her posture.

Wen Yuening sat upright on the wooden chair, not even glancing at Qing Tang. Letting her hug him was already the greatest tolerance she could show.

When will Fengshao be able to return?