Faced with Long Tianmo's questions, Mu Qingwu's gaze was evasive.
"This soldier is very puzzled as well. The situation was urgent at the time, so I killed him on impulse. Fortunately, that junior commander had two or three captains under him to interrogate. This soldier has already ordered people to lock up all the suspects. "
On impulse?
That didn't seem like Mu Qingwu's style at all. Long Tianmo gave him a meaningful look. "Let's not talk about that for now. Hurry into the palace, the sooner the better!"
Mu Qingwu left in a hurry. Long Tianmo inspected the bag of crossbow bolts that Mu Qingwu had collected and discovered that these bolts were much shorter than ordinary ones. Moreover, the arrowheads were as sharp as blades.
"Even Imperial Uncle Qin's guards couldn't defeat them. As expected, they're not simple, heheh!" he laughed Cold.
"Your Highness, hurry and leave. It's not safe here. Those crossbow archers haven't been found yet!" the attendant by his side urged.
Long Tianmo wasn't in a rush to leave. He took out half a bag of crossbow bolts and handed it to the attendant. "Take this to the Xuanlong Dragon Gate."
Others might not have heard his words, but his personal attendant was very clear. Without a doubt, His Highness Crown Prince was going to use these crossbow bolts to kill the guards of the Xuanlong Dragon Gate.
The emperor wasn't stupid. He wouldn't be nervous if the young general mobilized troops to protect the palace. But if he discovered that the guards of the Xuanlong Dragon Gate had been killed by the crossbow bolts as well, then the emperor would get out of bed immediately even if he was ill!
"This subordinate understands. I'll do it immediately!"
The attendant obeyed and left. Long Tianmo's lips curved into a sinister smile. Of course he was going to make a big deal out of this. The bigger the better. It'd be best if he could connect it to the gunpowder case at the black market.
That way, Chu Qingge wouldn't even be able to keep her position as Noble Consort, much less the position of empress!
Actually, he should've been sitting in the Eastern Palace waiting to watch the show, but he couldn't help but leave in the end. He even brought a group of attendants with him to search everywhere.
The imperial guards had searched for so long without finding anyone. Who knew where that woman, Han Yunxi, was right now? Just how was she? Was she hurt?
Such a big thing had happened, yet Imperial Uncle Qin still hadn't shown up. Could it be that he wasn't in the imperial capital? He was still here a few days ago! If Imperial Uncle Qin went on a long trip, wouldn't he bring along Han Yunxi?
Long Tianmo couldn't figure it out, so he quickly led people to search everywhere.
Long Fei Ye was indeed not in the city. At this moment, he was in a courtyard outside the city.
In the dimly lit guest hall, the doors and windows were tightly shut. Outside, the sharp chirping of birds could be heard. This was the signal of the secret guards of the You Pavilion. Once the secret guards made such a sound, it meant that something had happened in the residence.
In the quiet room, Long Fei Ye stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His entire body exuded a cold aura, making the already cold room seem even colder. The sunlight outside the window slanted in, shining on his cold and hard face, but not into his deep eyes.
Beneath his feet was a pile of corpses, all of them slashed by his sword.
Two people stood in front of him. One was the white-robed Duanmu Yao, while the other was Tianshan Kenzō's second-in-command, Long Fei Ye and Duanmu Yao's martial uncle, Cang Qiuzi.
It was only natural that Long Fei Ye would show up to honor his martial uncle's visit. But Duanmu Yao had told him that his master had come and even brought his token. Thus, Long Fei Ye had come in a hurry.
Duanmu Yao had said that his master missed him and insisted on coming down the mountain to see him.
Logically speaking, his master should have gone straight to the Duke of Qin's estate to see him. But in his current state, it wasn't appropriate for him to show his face in public. Even going to the Duke of Qin's estate was out of the question. Thus, he believed Duanmu Yao when she said he was here.
Who knew that he'd come to see his martial uncle Cang Qiuzi instead of his master?
Tianshan Kenzō had always been the leader of the martial arts circles. Everyone revered and feared them, and it was also the reason why the City of Daughters and Carefree City hadn't dared to stir up trouble.
But who would have thought that Tianshan Kenzō had been out of the Kenzō's control for more than a decade?
Long Fei Ye knew something was amiss as soon as he saw Cang Qiuzi. He wanted to leave, but was blocked by multiple sword experts.
He had no idea what had happened at the Duke of Qin's estate, but Han Yunxi was still there!
Cold, he looked at Cang Qiuzi. "Feiye has important matters to attend to, so it's inconvenient for him to accompany you today. I ask that martial uncle Cang make things easier for us."
"Senior brother, I was wrong. I was so happy that I called martial uncle Cang Qiuzi master. Don't be angry. It's rare for martial uncle to come down the mountain, so I wanted to invite you for a cup of tea. Why were you in such a rush … "
Before Duanmu Yao could finish, Long Fei Ye suddenly raised his sword. Like a gust of wind, it slammed into Duanmu Yao's face.
"Ah!"
Duanmu Yao cried out in alarm. Her entire face burned with pain as if she'd been slapped multiple times.
Duanmu Yao couldn't believe it. She covered her face and began to cry. "Senior brother, you hit me … you … you might as well kill me. Otherwise, master will feel distressed when he sees me!"
Long Fei Ye didn't spare her a glance, but kept his cool. "Martial Uncle Cang, for master's sake, I'll have to trouble you to step aside."
Cang Qiuzi wasn't as impetuous as Duanmu Yao. He was a man in his forties with a goatee and hair tied up in a ponytail. He was dressed in long, black robes and simple cloth shoes.
He stroked his beard and sighed. "Feiye, you've grown up. Is it so hard for martial uncle to invite you for a cup of tea? Martial uncle thought you'd be happy to come from so far away. Aiya, it looks like martial uncle's been imagining things. "
Although Long Fei Ye had already killed a bunch of Cang Qiuzi's disciples, he still left him some face and spoke politely.
Cang Qiuzi was clearly stalling for time. Long Fei Ye couldn't figure out what had happened at the Duke of Qin's estate to make Cang Qiuzi show up in person to lure the tiger away from its den.
Had something to do with Tianshan Kenzō? Or had Duanmu Yao asked Cang Qiuzi for help?
Cang Qiuzi was a hypocrite, deceitful, and avaricious man, but he was also cautious and reserved. If it wasn't related to Tianshan Kenzō, how could Duanmu Yao have asked him to come down the mountain? What benefits did she give him?
But Long Fei Ye had no time to think about that. He only wanted to leave. His heart was flustered, worried that Han Yunxi would be in big trouble.
"What will it take for martial uncle to make things easier for me?"
Long Fei Ye had no idea that the capital city was in an uproar, much less that Han Yunxi had been assassinated.
He was still calm because he couldn't defeat Cang Qiuzi.
This fellow's sword skills were second only to his master's, especially this year. Whether it was his internal energy or sword skills, both had improved greatly. It was very possible that he could rival his master now.
That was the reason why Long Fei Ye hadn't gotten involved in Tianshan Kenzō's dark dealings. He was busy enough as it was. If he provoked Cang Qiuzi too, he'd be asking for trouble!
He hadn't returned to Tianshan Kenzō, nor did he have any major conflicts with Cang Qiuzi. He never expected Duanmu Yao to find someone like this.
If he made a move now, he'd only be tied down by Cang Qiuzi. If he wanted to leave, he'd have to use his wits!
But Cang Qiuzi's tone turned cold. "Feiye, martial uncle came from afar, but you didn't give him any face. You left in a hurry without even drinking a cup of tea. Martial uncle is really angry. What do you think we should do? "
Long Fei Ye's eyes turned Then, "What does martial uncle want to do?"
Cang Qiuzi was waiting for those exact words. "You haven't been back to Kenzō in ages. Your master must be missing you. How about this, I'll test your internal energy on your master's behalf."
"How will you do that?" Long Fei Ye asked.
"How about you take three of martial uncle's palms?" Cang Qiuzi asked seriously.
Is this really a test? It's obvious that he's looting a burning house to hurt me! Cang Qiuzi said such hypocritical words as a matter of course.
Of course Long Fei Ye knew he was harboring ulterior motives.
Although his martial arts weren't as good as Cang Qiuzi's and he didn't want to offend him, that didn't mean he didn't dare.
If he wasn't in such a hurry to leave today, he wouldn't mind sparring with Cang Qiuzi!
But the chirping outside was getting more urgent. He had to leave as soon as possible.
"Alright!"
Long Fei Ye agreed without hesitation. He sheathed his sword and clasped his hands behind his back, holding his breath as he stood there.
Cang Qiuzi chuckled in amusement before suddenly attacking. His figure blurred as his palms shot towards Long Fei Ye's face, striking him viciously!
Long Fei Ye's body trembled slightly, but he didn't budge from his spot.
Duanmu Yao was alarmed as her heart ached at the sight. She almost begged her martial uncle to stop, but when she thought of Han Yunxi, she held back.
She thought that senior brother would be seriously injured after taking three of martial uncle's palms. If they didn't stop him, he wouldn't even be able to leave.
Abruptly, Cang Qiuzi's second palm hit Long Fei Ye's back with a thud. Long Fei Ye couldn't take it anymore and spat up a mouthful of blood.
Still, he didn't move, his expression cold.
Cang Qiuzi's eyes flashed with astonishment. He never expected Long Fei Ye's internal energy to be so profound. It looks like I'll have to use all my strength for the third palm strike if I want to keep him here!
He circled around to Long Fei Ye's side and aimed for Long Fei Ye's heart. "Long Fei Ye, long time no see. You've made progress! If your master knew, he'd be happy. "
Long Fei Ye ignored him. Blood trickled from his lips, but he didn't look wretched at all. Instead, he gave off a dignified air that made him seem untouchable.
Cang Qiuzi stung his eyes as he raised both palms towards Long Fei Ye's chest!
"Martial uncle, don't!"
Duanmu Yao cried out, but the palms had already struck!
Long Fei Ye was sent flying before crashing into a wall. He spat up multiple mouthfuls of blood as soon as he hit the ground, his entire body dimming.
Duanmu Yao's heart ached as she ran over to support him. "Senior brother, are you alright?!"
But she hadn't even touched Long Fei Ye before he raised a hand. "Scram!"
He pressed one hand to his chest and the other to his sword as support. Then he stood up with his head held high and his chest puffed out, his bearing extraordinary. Cold, he said, "Martial uncle Cang, may we … meet again someday!"
Seeing this, Cang Qiuzi's heart gave a lurch. He never expected Long Fei Ye to rise to his feet so quickly!
His martial arts skills were clearly superior to Long Fei Ye's, but now he was afraid of Long Fei Ye.
The younger generation will surpass us in time! Looks like I'll have to be on guard against this guy going back to Kenzō one day to fight for the throne!
Cang Qiuzi wasn't in a position to stop him, but Duanmu Yao was so angry that she stomped her feet. She wanted nothing more than to grab Long Fei Ye back, but she didn't dare. She could only watch as Long Fei Ye left.
Meanwhile, Chu Xifeng showed up as soon as Long Fei Ye left the courtyard. He'd been waiting for ages, but Cang Qiuzi's disciples had stopped him from entering.
Long Fei Ye grew alarmed at the sight of Chu Xifeng. "What happened? Where's Han Yunxi? "
Chu Xifeng was the one who made those cries just then, so something big must have happened!
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