After being exiled for eighteen years, the prince returned to the capital as a veritable immortal.

The iron cavalry galloped away, and the carriage disappeared around the street corner.

The people in the street then realized what was happening and knelt down in worship once more.

"Long live His Highness Prince Yi! Long live His Highness! Long live His Highness!"

This is the true grandeur of royalty!

Only by standing up for the common people can one be worthy of the country and the nation, and only then can one win the love and respect of millions of people.

"I never expected that His Highness the Imperial Grandson would actually dare to kill the Embroidered Uniform Guard."

"Before, I never believed that His Highness the Crown Prince would exterminate the entire Zhu family for the sake of disaster victims. Now, I believe it!"

"Your Highness, you have a noble cause to incur the wrath of a fortune teller for the sake of the poor and suffering disaster victims!"

"If His Highness the Crown Prince could rule the country, the people would be blessed. What a pity..."

In the teahouse.

An untimely voice rang out again.

"What's the point of killing two Embroidered Uniform Guards?"

"The Embroidered-Clad Guards are nothing more than the Martial Emperor's murderous blade."

"As long as Empress Wu is in power, sigh..."

……

In the shadows of a street corner.

The man in brocade robes, his face masked, murmured softly:

"Those who kill will always be killed!"

"No one in the world is an exception!"

Seeing Prince Yi's carriage heading towards the Feng residence, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise:

"The Feng family is determined to be wiped out by the Embroidered Uniform Guard."

He stomped his foot and darted after them.

……

royal palace.

South Study.

Dressed in a bright red palace robe, Ji Yu stood bowing before the imperial desk, barely daring to breathe.

A majestic voice, as if talking to itself, or as if murmuring in a dream:

"Those who kill will always be killed."

"No one in the world is an exception."

……

"Kill Jiang Chong first."

"Kill them first..."

"..." Ji Yu remained silent.

He now feels as if he is walking on thin ice, as if he is standing on the edge of an abyss.

One wrong word and you'll be beheaded.

He was able to replace Jiang Chong and become Empress Wu's personal eunuch.

Everyone believed that he relied on his beauty, which surpassed that of the three thousand beauties in the imperial harem.

Only he knows when to say what, and that is his advantage in winning.

……

silence.

……

"Crack!"

A crisp sound was heard.

The blue and white porcelain teacup was crushed into powder.

……

Blue bricks, white walls, and a gate with peeling red lacquer...

The plaque above the door has two large gilded characters.

—The Feng Residence.

A squad of embroidered guards, dressed in moon-white robes with embroidered wolves on their chests, surrounded the mansion completely.

Screams echoed from inside the mansion.

Sudden.

A chaotic commotion erupted inside the courtyard.

A servant in a grey coat and cap rushed out of the courtyard gate.

"Haha, you want to escape?"

The Embroidered-Clad Guard standing guard at one side of the door smiled sinisterly and slashed out with his sword.

"puff!"

Blood splattered everywhere as the servant was disemboweled and collapsed to the ground.

Raising his blood-dripping scimitar, the sinister Embroidered-Clad Guard pointed at the passerby in front of the door:

"The Embroidered Uniform Guard is handling a case; unauthorized personnel are not permitted to approach!"

Passersby dared not look at him, bowed their heads, stumbled and left in a panic.

For the Embroidered Uniform Guard, killing someone is nothing.

What's so strange about the Embroidered Uniform Guard confiscating property and exterminating entire families?

Such things happen frequently in the capital.

Empress Wu was suspicious and tyrannical, so the Embroidered Uniform Guards carried out a large-scale massacre.

……

Armored cavalry, escorting a luxurious carriage, galloped in.

It stopped precisely in front of the Feng residence.

The Embroidered Uniform Guards' eyes revealed a hint of surprise.

When the Embroidered Uniform Guard is handling a case, does anyone dare to plead for leniency?

This kind of thing only happened at the very beginning of the Embroidered Uniform Guard's establishment.

Once, a prime minister interfered with the Embroidered Uniform Guard's handling of a case and was ordered by the Empress Wu to be cut in half at the waist.

From then on, no one dared to be so stubborn.

"The Embroidered Uniform Guard is handling a case; unauthorized personnel are not permitted to approach!"

The sinister Embroidered-Clad Guard let out a cold shout, intentionally or unintentionally raising his blood-dripping curved blade.

Si Xuan waved his hand, and the Iron Cavalry Guards dismounted:

"Your Highness Prince Yi has important business to discuss with Lord Feng Ji."

"Unfortunately, the Embroidered Uniform Guard is handling a case at the Feng residence. Your Highness, please return."

"How dare you block His Highness's path!"

"Heh, let alone His Highness, even the Sixth Prince and Prime Minister Qu would have to give way!"

The Embroidered-Clad Guards refused to yield an inch.

Everyone gripped their scimitars tightly, as if they were about to draw their blades at the slightest provocation.

The common people watching from afar were all worried for the Prince Yi's entourage.

After all, killing one or two lone Embroidered Uniform Guards is easy.

The Embroidered Uniform Guards surrounding the Feng residence numbered in the hundreds.

If another major conflict breaks out, it will inevitably lead to a large-scale battle between the two sides.

Behind the large locust tree at the street corner, a hint of worry appeared in the eyes of the masked man in brocade robes.

The carriage door opened.

Dressed in white, Hu Die stepped out of the carriage first and lifted the curtain.

Stepping out of the carriage in his dark deerskin boots, Zhou Yi walked straight toward the gate of the Feng residence.

"stop!"

The embroidered guard with a sinister expression stepped forward and blocked the center of the gate, saying:

"The Embroidered Uniform Guard is conducting an investigation. Does Your Highness intend to force your way in?"

When he bowed with his hands clasped in greeting, his scimitar was not yet sheathed.

Not only was it not sheathed, but it was even shaken intentionally or unintentionally to deliberately highlight the undried bloodstains.

"I'll give you one chance, get out of the way!"

Zhou Yi kept walking, his eyes fixed on the two large characters "Feng Mansion".

The Embroidered Uniform Guards surrounding the mansion seemed to be non-existent.

These two large characters, this vermilion gate...

He still had some recollection of it.

After all, I lived here for three years.

"Your Highness..."

The sinister Embroidered-Clad Guards did not dare to raise their swords, but instead reached out to stop them.

Even the most fallen imperial grandson is still a descendant of the Martial Emperor.

He was just a lowly Embroidered Uniform Guard; he wouldn't be so presumptuous as to lay a hand on the imperial grandson.

A hint of tenderness flickered in Zhou Yi's eyes as he surveyed the vermilion gate and the small stone lions beside it...

This place holds his childhood memories.

The ruthless Embroidered-Clad Guard hardened his heart, gritted his teeth, and stood still, refusing to back down.

The deputy commander was interrogating prisoners inside the mansion. If Zhou Yi were allowed in, he would definitely be skinned alive.

His eyes were filled with disdain.

The Sixth Prince and the Prime Minister are both a hundred times more powerful than the Grandson of the Imperial Household.

None of them dared to confront the Embroidered Uniform Guard head-on.

What gives a grandson of the emperor who has been exiled for eighteen years the right to be so arrogant?

It's just pretentious posturing.

The sinister Embroidered-Clad Guard stared intently at Zhou Yi, his eyes unblinking.

Moved.

He moved.

He raised his right hand.

Would he dare slap himself?

The Embroidered-Clothed Guard's mind raced.

Should I dodge this slap?

Hey, that's not right.

The other person's hand actually reached out towards him—

Knife!

What is he doing?

Kill yourself?

This is hilarious.

How can it be? !

No one would dare to provoke the Embroidered Uniform Guard like this.

After all, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard is Lord Jiang Chong, the chief steward of the imperial palace, and the person Emperor Wu trusts most.

……

All of a sudden.

He wore a dark, embroidered robe and looked somewhat dazed.

He felt as if the knife in his hand was no longer under his control.

The scimitar was raised high and slashed horizontally towards his neck.

His face was reflected in the mirror-like blade.

Pale, terrified...

"Clang!"

The curved blade fell to the ground, adding even more blood to the still-wet stains.

"Oh!"

The sinister Embroidered-Clad Guard fell to the ground, facing the servant he had previously killed.

"That arrogant grandson of the emperor, who shows contempt for the royal family, deserves to die!"

Hu Die's voice rang out at just the right moment.

Daqian's law means that his parents can be flogged three hundred times.

To look askance is extremely disrespectful.

Such disrespect to the royal family deserves to be punished.

Behind the old locust tree on the street corner, a masked man in brocade clapped and cheered:

"What a clever girl."

In short, this made Zhou Yi invincible.

The crowd watching the spectacle from afar breathed a sigh of relief for Zhou Yi.

however.

Zhou Yi's next words struck them like a thunderbolt.

"I suspect someone is framing loyal officials. Arrest them all!"

The Iron Cavalry Guards took action and brought the Embroidered Uniform Guards surrounding the Feng residence under their control.