He didn't know if the young serving girl had gone to report, or if it was a trap set up by the serving girl who had died by his hand. But Fan Xian knew that although he hadn't let the serving girl make a sound during the fight, the true masters of the palace must have been alerted. So he didn't care about the corpse on the ground. The tip of his foot touched the stone floor, and his whole body turned into a sharp arrow, flying in the direction of the palace wall he had planned.
The palace wall was still as high as ever. Fan Xian was a little annoyed at his own speed. When he finally reached the top of the wall, he heard a buzzing sound behind him, as if the air behind him had begun to tremble.
He turned his head in shock and saw a general on the corner tower of the palace far away, looking at him with a bow drawn.
In the night sky, an arrow flew toward his face like a soul-devouring divine object.
A breath ago, the arrow was on the horizon. A breath later, the arrow was in front of him.
The arrow seemed to have a ruthless spirit on it, insufferably arrogant. Fan Xian let out a wild roar. The black cloth on his face was shaken to pieces by this roar. The nameless Tyrannical zhenqi that he had quietly cultivated in his body for 16 years, in this moment of life and death, wildly and ruthlessly poured into his hands.
His fists met in the air, and just so happened to hit the shaft of the arrow.
In a moment, the violent zhenqi in his fists collided with the powerful force of the arrow. The shaft of the arrow had already been smashed into powder, and the arrowhead narrowly brushed past Fan Xian's hair, piercing the night sky far away.
A loud noise rang through the night sky of the palace, startling those who were sleeping and waking them up. It was like a sudden clap of thunder on the palace wall.
This arrow was too powerful. It didn't seem like something a mortal could shoot. After blocking it with his fists, the zhenqi in Fan Xian's body was depleted. He fell down the palace wall, dispiritedly and powerlessly. His black clothes fluttered in the night wind. He looked very wretched.
Far away on the corner tower of the palace wall, Yan Xiaoyi, the Commander of the Royal Palace, watched the assassin fall down the palace wall. Her eyes narrowed, revealing a very valiant expression. She said coldly, "He's not dead. Go catch him."
"Yes!" The subordinate guard received the order and left.
Under the palace wall, Fan Xian, dressed in black, fell. Just as he was about to hit the ground, he forcefully twisted his body, one knee, one foot, and one hand on the ground. He crashed into the ground with a muffled thud. The powerful force made him spit out blood, wetting the remaining pieces of black cloth on his face. Immediately after, he gave a low roar and ran toward the forest outside the Palace walls. In the instant before the guards at the corner of the city appeared, he disappeared into the darkness of Jingdou.
— —
The next day, in an inconspicuous small room at the foot of the Imperial City. Old Eunuch Hong didn't seem to be in good spirits. He sat on the main seat with his eyes half closed. The two generals were also resting with their eyes closed. It seemed that no one was willing to speak.
After a long time, Deputy Commander Gong Dian, who had been resting at home the night before, said softly, "His Majesty is shocked."
The Commander of the Imperial Palace, Yan Xiaoyi, who had shot Fan Xian off the wall with an arrow last night, now slowly opened his eyes. He said coldly, "One of the Eldest Princess's personal serving girls died. The Eldest Princess is very angry."
After the two of them spoke, Eunuch Hong slowly opened his eyes. In a slightly aged voice, he said, "Yesterday, I fell for the trap of luring the tiger away from the mountain. The empress dowager is very unhappy."
"Who was it?" Gong Dian asked matter-of-factly. In his heart, even if it was luring the tiger away, with Eunuch Hong, a peerless ace who still had the power of a tiger even in his illness, there was no chance of escape.
"I don't know." Eunuch Hong smiled slightly. "The level he displayed was only above the ninth-level, but he was very familiar with the buildings of Jingdou, especially in the dark. I was led around Jingdou a whole time, but in the end, I still lost him. This person … is very impressive."
For Eunuch Hong to say that someone was impressive, that person must truly be impressive.
Yan Xiaoyi was 35 years old and was at the peak of his mental state. As the commander of the guards in the Palace, he was responsible for the safety of the entire Royal Palace. He looked coldly at Eunuch Hong and said, "Where did you follow him to in the end?"
"In an alley not far from the Dongyi diplomatic mission," Gong Dian said.
"The results of today's investigation are out. Eunuch Hong's chopsticks pierced through the clothes of the first assassin. After the Overwatch Council compared them, they confirmed that they came from Tianxiang satin. "
Yan Xiaoyi closed his eyes to rest. Gong Dian continued, "The Overwatch Council found out that some time ago, the Dongyi diplomatic mission had ordered a batch of clothes from Tianxiang. They did not use the name of the diplomatic mission, but had someone else help them." Eunuch Hong quietly asked, "What are you trying to say, Deputy Commander?"
Gong Dian smiled. "Why would they use someone else's name to order clothes? Clearly, they were worried that we would catch some small trace. Looking at all the clues, the first assassin should have been someone from Dongyi. The only one who could be above the ninth-level is Sigu Sword's first disciple, Yun Zhilan, who has been quiet in the capital these days. "
Yan Xiaoyi suddenly opened his eyes. "It wasn't Yun Zhilan. If someone from Dongyi wanted to sneak into the palace, why would he need to buy new clothes? He could just knock out a random person on the street and strip them. Yun Zhilan is a straightforward person. "
Eunuch Hong nodded. "Although that ninth-level person hid his sword will, he still walked the path of Sigu Sword. So I am very interested. If it wasn't Yun Zhilan, could it be that someone from Dongyi came and dared to disobey Yun Zhilan's orders?"
"The possibility of framing someone is very high." Gong Dian listened to the two of them and frowned. "It's too much of a coincidence. So it could be that someone framed Yun Zhilan."
"How many people in Dongyi could inherit Sigu Sword's legacy?"
"Including Yun Zhilan, there are three ninth-level people."
"Then the other two are suspects."
"Let's talk about the night traveler who was shot down by the commander. I heard that the power of the commander's arrow shook the entire palace. Unfortunately, it didn't kill him." From the tone of his voice, it seemed that Eunuch Hong and this commander did not get along very well.
Yan Xiaoyi looked down on this eunuch, but he knew that he was the most powerful person in the Imperial Palace. He snorted coldly and said, "The second assassin was also a ninth-level figure. Although he was only below the ninth-level, if I could kill him with one arrow, wouldn't I become one of the four grandmasters?"
"Another ninth-level?" Gong Dian was full of shock. He himself had been hovering above the eighth level all his life, unable to advance even an inch. When he heard that two ninth-level aces had sneaked into the palace last night, he could not help but feel many complicated emotions.
"There are only seven ninth-level masters in the entire Kingdom of Qing, and only four in the capital. How could there be so many ninth-level masters in the world?" Eunuch Hong said lightly. Clearly, he didn't believe Commander Yan's judgment. He thought that Yan Xiaoyi was trying to shirk his responsibility.
Gong Dian was always afraid of this kind of situation. He quickly said, "His Majesty has ordered us to close this case within ten days. I will immediately send people from the Overwatch Council to investigate the situation in each palace. First, we must determine why they would take such a big risk to sneak into the palace."
Yan Xiaoyi shook his head. "I don't know why the second person did it, but the first person must have something to do with Dongyi. So we must start with the Dongyi diplomatic mission and find out why the clothes were ordered. It would be best if we could find out where each piece of clothing went."
As they were preparing to investigate, a young eunuch suddenly rushed in and announced the Emperor's decree. Last night's incident was to be investigated by Ye Zhong, the commander of the capital garrison. The palace guards were to act as usual, and no one was to announce it.
After the eunuch left, the three palace guards in the room looked at each other. Yan Xiaoyi slowly closed his eyes. He knew that His Majesty was beginning to suspect one of them. Eunuch Hong walked out with his hands behind his back, his face calm.
A few days later, the capital searched for the assassin, but found nothing.
— — —
His Majesty's decree actually helped Fan Xian, the true person who entered the palace. In this plan, there were not many mistakes in any aspect, but forcing Wu Zhu to wear the new brown clothes was a bit presumptuous and gave the game away.
Fan Xian secretly found out that Dongyi had ordered the clothes from Tianxiang Satin because the son of the Master of Dongyi liked the traditional style of clothes in the capital, so he ordered a batch. As for why the order had been made under a secret name, it was actually for a very simple reason — the young master of Dongyi, a place where all the merchants and merchants met, actually admired the clothing of the southern barbarians of Qing. If this news got out, he would probably be cursed to death by the merchants of Dongyi, who had always been very bold.
Of course, Fan Xian had used this trick mainly because he didn't believe that Wu Zhu could perfectly imitate Sigu Jian's sword will. If he had known earlier that Wu Zhu was so powerful, Fan Xian would certainly have used the framing trick more perfectly.
But the ending was not bad. At least the palace still suspected the other two ninth-level aces of Dongyi. The Overwatch Council also began to investigate the day the enemy came from the palace and where the other two disciples of Sigu Jian were.
No one would think it was Fan Xian. Because on the night the enemy came from the palace, all the high-ranking officials of the capital saw him drink thousands of cups of wine and write hundreds of poems in the great hall. Zhuang Mohan, the master of Northern Qi, was so angry that he vomited blood and wished that his hair could turn white overnight. In the end, he was completely drunk and collapsed at the feet of His Majesty.
This was the error of human thinking. Not only did they think that a drunken Fan Xian could not get out of bed, but people were used to the fact that after a person did something shocking, they could not immediately do something else.
After an orgasm, it was impossible to have another orgasm. There had to be a refractory period.
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