"The Prime Minister is lying on his bed."
"Good, act immediately!" Feng Jing Tian said in a deep voice.
The man in black bowed respectfully, "Your command!"
"Wait a moment." The man in black couldn't help but be surprised, "Your Highness, do you have any other instructions?"
The man in black knew very well that although he was Feng Jing Tian's guard captain, his authority was much higher than others because he was responsible for protecting the Emperor!
This time, Feng Jing Tian had actually sought him out! And he seemed to want his help with something!
The man in black was confused and shocked. He had known Feng Jing Tian for over twenty years, and this was the first time he had ever seen Feng Jing Tian ask someone for a favor!
Feng Jing Tian stood by the window, his head slightly bowed. A lingering sorrow shrouded his handsome face. "Remember, do not harm her!"
The man in black was stunned for a long moment before respectfully withdrawing.
A moment later, he opened his eyes, and a white mist shot out from them. His eyes were like two crystal-clear cold stars, captivating and piercing.
"Heh heh..." Chu Chen couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
"Since you've come knocking, don't blame me for being impolite!" he murmured.
That night, the Prime Minister's mansion suddenly erupted in flames, and the entire mansion was plunged into chaos.
Inside the Prime Minister's mansion, Chu Chen stood in the courtyard, gazing up at the bright moon in the sky, a sinister curve at the corner of his lips.
"You are Chu Chen?" a cold, deep voice came from behind. Chu Chen suddenly turned around. He wore a black robe with dragon patterns embroidered in gold thread around the waist.
His square face was filled with rage. "Chu Chen, how dare you! To kill your father and usurp the throne! You are truly ambitious!"
"No matter how bold I am, I'm not as bold as the Prime Minister!" Chu Chen smiled indifferently. "The Prime Minister is no saint. To secure your position, you didn't hesitate to sacrifice your own sister and nephew..."
"Nonsense!" The Prime Minister, enraged, drew the long sword at his waist. "I'll kill you!"
Chu Chen sneered, fearlessly meeting the Prime Minister's slashing sword. They fought in the courtyard, blades clashing, blood splashing.
Before long, Chu Chen's shoulder was grazed by a sword, and blood stained his clothes. Yet, a faint smile still played on his lips, as if it were all a matter of course.
"Prime Minister, you have lost." He slowly withdrew his dripping sword and looked down at the blood-covered Prime Minister from above.
I clutched my chest, looking at Chu Chen in disbelief. Everything was within his calculations; he had foreseen this outcome! Chu Chen, how cruel you are...
"Guards, arrest this rebel!" The Prime Minister, forcing himself to stand, roared in hatred.
"Prime Minister, the effects of your medicine have taken hold. Don't forget whose hands your life is in now." Chu Chen smiled faintly.
"You, what have you done?" The Prime Minister's eyes widened, staring at Chu Chen in disbelief.
His heart pounded violently, as if it would leap out of his throat. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his breathing grew rapid.
Chu Chen's smile deepened. He slowly approached the Prime Minister and said word by word, "Prime Minister, do you really think your actions were seamless?"
The Prime Minister trembled all over. "You, you know everything?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Of course. Otherwise, do you think I could have brought you down single-handedly?"
"Chu Chen, you have such a venomous heart! I doted on you for so many years, and yet you turn out to be a treacherous wretch!" the Prime Minister roared.
He snorted disdainfully, looking at the Prime Minister mockingly. "Prime Minister, don't you think those words are hypocritical? You should have anticipated this situation."
"I did it for your own good, have you forgotten?" The Prime Minister frowned in pain, as if recalling a painful past.
A mocking curve touched Chu Chen's lips. "Prime Minister, you truly underestimate me."
"You..." Just as the Prime Minister was about to retort, his vision suddenly darkened, and he completely fainted.
Watching the unconscious Prime Minister, a look of disgust flashed in Chu Chen's eyes. He waved his hand, dispersing the surrounding mist.
"Your Highness, the Prime Minister has fainted," an暗卫 (an guard) reported, stepping forward.
Feng Jing Tian nodded slightly. "Throw him into the woodshed and lock him up. Don't let him die."
"Yes!" The暗卫 took the unconscious Prime Minister and disappeared.
Feng Jing Tian's gaze fell upon the crescent moon in the dark night sky. He reached up and touched the scar on his neck.
This scar had been with him for fifteen years, and it would never fade.
On the street outside the Prime Minister's mansion.
"Your Highness, what do we do now?" the maid asked anxiously.
Besides the two of them, there was only one man left by their side.
The man was about twenty years old, with dark, rough skin, and a simple, honest appearance.
"Let's leave here first," Xia Qing Cheng said. "This is the Prime Minister's mansion, after all. If we linger, we might attract trouble."
With that, Xia Qing Cheng began to walk, intending to escape in the chaos.
Just as Xia Qing Cheng took two steps, she suddenly heard a faint rustling sound. She instinctively stopped and looked cautiously in the direction of the sound.
It was then that she discovered a group of masked men in black were stealthily approaching them.
"Oh no!" Xia Qing Cheng cried out inwardly.
The number of these black-clad men clearly exceeded their capacity to handle.
"Who are you?" Xia Qing Cheng stared warily at the group of black-clad men and shouted sternly.
The men in black exchanged glances and lunged at Xia Qing Cheng simultaneously.
Xia Qing Cheng and the maid quickly dodged, but the black-clad men kept coming, and soon they were surrounded, with no escape.
"Kill them!" the leader of the black-clad men commanded. All the men in black raised their weapons and attacked ferociously.
Seeing the black-clad men charging at them, a look of determination flashed in Xia Qing Cheng's eyes. She pulled the maid and leaped onto the rooftop.
"Princess!" The maid's face turned pale with fear, but Xia Qing Cheng pushed her hard, and then, gritting her teeth, followed Xia Qing Cheng onto the rooftop.
Xia Qing Cheng stepped on a roof tile, using the momentum to leap into the air and speed across the rooftop.
Behind them were dense blades. The maid's face showed terror. She closed her eyes, waiting for death to descend.
Just at this critical moment, a strong gust of wind suddenly struck, overturning the black-clad men.
The men in black fell to the ground, groaning.
At this moment, a dark figure suddenly burst into the midst of the black-clad men. This person was Chu Chen.
He held a sword in one hand, his movements agile, weaving through the black-clad men like a dragon, relentlessly cutting them down.
"Young... Young Master?" The maid's eyes widened in shock, staring blankly at the scene. She couldn't believe Chu Chen possessed such skill.