The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

In the stillness of the night, the sound of horses' hooves was particularly loud.

All the imperial guards couldn't help but look ahead, where they saw a group of soldiers rushing towards the Chu King's residence.

As the group of soldiers drew closer, someone shouted, "They are the general's guards!"

In the darkness, Xiao Yin's eyes were exceptionally cold.

He looked at the leader, his eyes narrowing dangerously: "As expected, it's that good-for-nothing from the General's Mansion."

Xiao Yin waved his hand and gave the order: "Intercept and kill them!"

Upon hearing this order, the commander of the Imperial Guards on one side was shocked and hurriedly tried to stop him: "Your Highness, please reconsider. That is General Ma. Even if the General's Mansion has declined, how can you arbitrarily intercept and kill him without the Emperor's order?"

His failure to interfere in the affairs of the Prince's residence today is already a serious crime.

If we were to intercept and kill General Ma Zhi again, we might incur the wrath of the masses.

General Ma was a hero with many disciples.

Even if the crown prince protects him, it will be difficult to quell public anger.

If he can't be suppressed, Xiao Yin might push him out as a scapegoat.

Xiao Yin snorted coldly upon hearing this: "What, you dare to stop this Crown Prince?"

The leader, meeting his icy gaze, quickly lowered his head, his heart pounding with unease.

Now that Emperor Wen is seriously ill, Xiao Yin has seized control of most of the government.

If Xiao Yin wanted, he could easily obtain the throne with just a snap of his fingers.

The leader pondered for a moment. If he angered Xiao Yin, he feared he would suffer the same fate as the Chu Prince's Mansion.

He knelt on one knee and said respectfully, "Your subordinate dares not."

Seeing his respectful demeanor, Xiao Yin snorted coldly and said impatiently, "Fool, hurry up and do it."

"Yes." The leader replied respectfully. He looked at the rapidly approaching troop and shouted at the Imperial Guards behind him, "Traitors and rebels, everyone has the right to kill them! Kill them!"

The Imperial Guards immediately pointed their weapons at the approaching people.

The leader shouted in Ma Zhi's direction, "Without the emperor's order, no one is allowed to lead troops out of the city; otherwise, it will be considered treason!"

He was warning Ma Zhi that if he went any further, his life might be in danger.

Ma Zhi was extremely anxious. He tightened the reins and shouted, "This is utter nonsense! I think you are the ones plotting the rebellion! The Emperor only ordered that no one from the Prince of Chu's residence could enter or leave at will, but you stood by and watched the fire at the Prince of Chu's residence. What's the difference between that and murder?"

Although Ma Zhi was talking, his movements did not stop.

With a swing of his spear, he shouted, "Giddy up!"

They charged straight at the Imperial Guards.

Behind him were the general's entourage.

Although their weapons were not as sharp as those of the Royal Guard, and their armor was not as sturdy.

But none of them were afraid of death.

Seeing that the situation was beyond saving, the leader had no choice but to give the order to the Imperial Guards behind him: "Kill."

The sounds of battle were deafening as the two sides clashed in close combat, plunging into a fierce melee.

Swords flashed and blood splattered on the cold ground, a striking crimson sight.

Ma Zhi was extremely anxious, as every second concerned the safety of everyone in the Chu Prince's mansion.

He brandished his spear and roared, as fierce as a tiger descending a mountain.

Soldiers around him fell one after another, their blood staining his armor and splattering onto his face, making it impossible to tell whether it was the enemy's or his own.

He finally fought his way through the enemy lines.

He spurred his horse and galloped towards the Chu King's mansion, and all those who tried to stop him were slain by his spear.

The night was as dark as ink, with only the flames of war burning fiercely, casting a tragic red glow.

Ma Zhi frowned deeply, the wrinkles on his forehead forming a tight knot. The spear in his hand gleamed with a chilling light in the darkness, as if it were a blade drawn from the abyss of hell.

He exuded a chilling aura, like a god of war returning from the brink of death, and kicked the gate of the Chu King's mansion hard.

With a deafening crash, the door, unable to withstand the weight, collapsed, raising clouds of dust.

Flames licked at the night sky. In the firelight, Song Wenjun saw the familiar figure at the door. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her face was full of joy. She choked out, "Uncle, you've finally come."

The servants in the manor all looked at Ma Zhi with delight when they saw him appear.

"There's hope! We're saved!"

"Finally, someone has come to rescue us."

These people include the old and the young, men and women.

They all gathered together, some crying, some laughing, their expressions filled with emotion.

Looking around, Ma Zhi saw that the once magnificent Chu Prince's Mansion had now been reduced to ruins.

Broken bricks and tiles were scattered all over the ground, and charred beams and pillars lay haphazardly. The pervasive smoke mixed with the acrid smell of burning flesh was pungent and choking.

Song Wenjun was six months pregnant, and her figure was slightly bloated. Her face was covered with soot from the smoke, and her hair was messy and stuck to her cheeks, but her eyes were as bright as stars, showing determination.

Beside her, chubby Yan Yan looked like a little dumpling, her round face beaming with a smile of relief after surviving a disaster, and she was smiling sweetly at Ma Zhi.

Seeing that Yan Yan was unharmed, Ma Zhi's eyes reddened, and he excitedly strode forward, hugging him tightly in his arms. His voice trembled with self-reproach: "It's because your great-uncle is late. Were you scared, kid?"

"I'm not afraid!" Yan Yan answered loudly and clearly, puffing out her little chest and looking very proud.

He proudly waved the object in his hand, boasting, "I have a bomb; they won't dare come any closer."

Ma Zhi then noticed that a makeshift wall stood in front of everyone, separating the assassins from the fire in the front yard.

On that wall stood a man with white hair and red clothes.

He held a sharp sword, his gaze cold and icy, watching the assassins outside the wall warily. Anyone who dared to cross the line would be cut down by his sword.

Yan Yan stretched out her chubby little hand, pointed at Mei, and proudly introduced, "Grandpa, that's my master."

By the firelight, Ma Zhi saw the man's face and was shocked: "It's actually the famous Mei! He's actually in the Chu King's mansion!"

“Yes, he has always been in the Chu Prince’s mansion.” Yan Yan’s childish voice rang out: “Although Master used to act somewhat absurdly, he has changed for the better now. He only kills bad people and not good people.”

Yan Yan stretched out her chubby little hand and shook Ma Zhi's clothes, pleading for Mei: "Grandpa, please don't pursue my master's past."

Seeing this, Mei sneered, "Yan Yan, do you think your master can't kill him?"

As he spoke, he drew his sword and was about to stab Ma Zhi.

Ma Zhi hurriedly waved his hand: "Your Excellency, please calm down. That's not what I meant."

Upon hearing this, Mei put her sword away.

He stopped looking at Ma Zhi and focused on dealing with the assassin.

Ma Zhi let out a long breath and said to Yan Yan, "You brat, I'm no match for your master. I'm a father now, and I value my life."

"Qin Qing is pregnant?" Song Wenjun asked happily.