Film and Television: The Great Feng Sword Immortal, starting with Lingyue's updo hairstyle

"Looking at it from another angle, the other party's move was merely an attempt to punish those who committed evil deeds. The real purpose of releasing the message might be to express concern that Zhang Feng and Prince Yu had reached a private reconciliation."

“Upon closer examination, it is possible that the other party is intentionally spreading rumors in an attempt to put the Liang faction and the nobility group in a lose-lose situation. This may involve the Qi faction, the Wang faction, and even the eunuch faction.”

Zhang Feng and Sun Zhongming belonged to the Liang faction, while the eunuch faction was dominated by Wei Yuan, whose core strength was mainly concentrated among the night watchmen.

Huaiqing slowly spoke, "Uncle Yu's affection for Pingyang is beyond words. Even if the outside world has not made the news public, there is absolutely no possibility that he will reconcile with Zhang Feng."

Therefore, it is clear that the identity and background of that wandering swordsman urgently require our in-depth investigation.

Just then, a messenger in silver robes rushed in to report, "Your Highness, Lord Wei, Sun Zhongming, the Supervising Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue, has come to plead guilty and confess!"

"Go and see!"

Huaiqing stood up, and Wei Yuan followed closely behind him. After arriving at the main hall where the night watchman was, Huaiqing sat down in the back hall, while Wei Yuan went to visit Sun Zhongming in person.

As Wei Yuan entered the main hall, he immediately heard a series of muffled kowtows echoing in his ears.

"Lord Wei, save me!"

“Zhang Feng’s son is audacious and reckless, and even intended to be disrespectful to the princess. My son was merely helping the princess with her identity matters and eloping with that monk when she was in danger. He had no malicious intent whatsoever.”

Upon learning the news, Zhang Feng took a desperate gamble and secretly dispatched his trusted confidants disguised as monks to assassinate the princess in order to eliminate any future trouble.

“I, Sun, am deeply grateful for the Emperor’s great favor and regard the monarch as my own father. How could I dare to lay a hand on any member of the royal family? Zhang Feng and his son, along with the Earl of Heping, dare to defy the Emperor and openly disregard the law of the land. Such actions have nothing to do with me!”

Huaiqing involuntarily shuddered in the back room, equally stunned by Zhang Feng's almost frantic actions. This was undoubtedly a desperate act, a sign of a cornered dog resorting to any means necessary.

Wei Yuan anxiously pressed, "How many people did Zhang Feng send? What are their cultivation levels?"

Sun Zhongming responded:

"There are about several dozen people, the strongest of whom has reached the fifth rank, and there are several sixth rank experts!"

Wei Yuan turned around urgently and instructed Jinluo behind him, "Nangong, I'll trouble you to make the trip yourself, and you must be quick."

Although he had already dispatched Yinluo, whose cultivation and strength were quite remarkable, he was still worried that Yinluo's speed would not be timely enough, so he decided to send Jinluo as well to ensure everything went smoothly.

"Lord Sun, please explain your purpose in detail."

Wei Yuan listened to Sun Zhongming's frank confession.

Jingzhao Mansion.

"Chen Hanguang! Get out here!"

Prefect Chen Hanguang of Jingzhao rushed to the gate. Before him stood Princess Lin'an, dressed in a red robe. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and her beautiful face exuded a cold aura, so aloof that it seemed as if it could freeze into frost.

She gripped the sharp, imperial-bestowed sword tightly, surrounded by several guards, and stepped firmly into the government office with a menacing aura.

Royal children are not allowed to interfere in politics, however, there may be an exception for the Prince of Lin'an 3.0, whom His Majesty particularly favors.

"Arrest that scoundrel Zhang Yi immediately! I will personally execute him!"

On the official road outside the capital, more than a hundred yamen runners escorted a huge prison cart, which was speeding towards the capital.

Princess Pingyang was still shaken. Even though she was of noble birth, she was like a frightened kitten. She rode alongside Lü Qing, and the female constable comforted her softly from time to time.

"Your Highness, we have informed Prince Yu of this matter, and he should arrive soon."

Upon hearing Lü Qing mention Prince Yu, Princess Pingyang's heart overflowed with her father's meticulous care for her. That deep affection was like holding it in the palm of her hand for fear of it getting cold, or keeping it in her mouth for fear of it melting away.

If she were to pass away, what pain and sorrow her father would endure.

Chapter 126 Unexplained Fear, Unknown Variables

Princess Pingyang's mind raced. If she were to run away on her own and never be heard from again, her father would be heartbroken. Thinking of this, Princess Pingyang's tears flowed like a spring.

"Father... Father... Waaah..."

Lu Qingnian was over thirty and still unmarried. He was not very skilled at coaxing children, but he accidentally said something that made the princess burst into tears.

At this moment, Monk Heng Hui's expression became increasingly wooden, as if his soul had left his body. He seemed completely oblivious to the severe injuries on his body and legs, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

“Buddha, I admit I made a mistake… but where exactly did I go wrong, and why did it lead to this result?”

Just as he was deep in thought, dozens of black-clad warriors suddenly sprang out from the dense forest beside the official road. They were agile and leaped into the ranks of the yamen runners in a few bounds.

"Heng Hui, I'm here to save you!"

The burly man leading the group was surrounded by a faint golden glow, clearly indicating that he had mastered the powerful external martial arts of Buddhism. Moreover, his black-clad colleagues beside him all had shaved heads, with not a single eyebrow visible.

Most of the soldiers in the Jingzhao Prefecture were only ninth-rank military officers with relatively low cultivation levels. They were mainly responsible for maintaining order in the capital region and were not elite troops like the night watchmen.

The night watchmen were not subordinate to the Six Ministries. They were not responsible for accepting reports from ordinary people, but in fact they acted as the royal intelligence system.

The Jingzhao Prefecture, commonly referred to as the prefectural government, was an official institution directly serving the people of the capital and capable of quickly dispatching personnel to handle emergencies.

The group, dressed in black, moved swiftly and ruthlessly. The leader among them used Buddhist divine skills, while the others' moves were chaotic and disorderly.

They surged into the ranks of the yamen runners like a tidal wave, heading straight for Heng Hui.

The constables quickly assembled and engaged the men in black.

"Where do monks come from?"

"They're here to kidnap the monks!"

"Protect the princess!"

The quick-witted constables remained clear-headed, knowing that while the three prisoners and Heng Hui were secondary concerns, the princess's safety was of paramount importance.

Regardless of the monks' skin color or the three young men's misconduct, as long as they die or escape, it can be easily explained away.

If the princess were to fall into their hands and meet with misfortune, the royal family would likely hold a grudge against me.

"Don't be afraid, your senior brother will help you."

The five high-ranking military officers, leading several skilled black-clad warriors, had already approached Heng Hui's vicinity. At this moment, directly in front of Heng Hui was where Su Nan and Lü Qing were riding their horses.

Heng Hui, with her endearingly simple-minded demeanor, found her thoughts growing increasingly muddled. She heard an unfamiliar voice and was still trying to figure out which senior brother's voice it was.

"Protect the princess first, spare the others for now!"

At Lü Qing's command, all the constables responded in unison and quickly converged on the location of Princess Pingyang.

A wave of panic washed over her, for among the men in black were clearly several sixth-rank experts, their bodies made of copper and iron, far beyond her ability to contend with.

Just as the situation descended into chaos, Lü Qing's gaze caught several streaks of emerald green light piercing the sky. These green lights seemed to contain boundless spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and were definitely not throwing knives that ordinary martial artists could wield.

"Puff puff……"

Several men in black standing close to Heng Hui were unaware of the flying sword hidden within the green light. Their seemingly indestructible skulls were pierced by the sword's sharp edge, and they collapsed to the ground in convulsions, dying instantly.

Lu Qing was shocked to see the blood and brain matter flowing on the ground, as well as the clearly visible blood hole on the black-clad man's forehead.

This, after all, is the head of a sixth-rank martial artist!

He turned around, and all he could see was Su Nan's fingers trembling slightly, but his face remained calm and composed.

"Master Su is a Taoist cultivator."

Su Nan frowned slightly. The fifth-rank black-clad man at the head of the group had keen senses and had unknowingly avoided the sharp edge of the flying sword.

In this world, so-called martial artists are not just mediocre low-level martial arts practitioners; they possess powerful high-level martial arts that can rival the Dao and its laws.

The leader in black angrily rebuked:

"The Sword Dao of the Human Sect!"

When discussing profound swordsmanship and Taoist techniques, people often readily regard them as the unique skills of Taoist masters.

The mysterious man in black skillfully dodged the flying sword's edge, while simultaneously shouting:

"Junior Brother Heng Hui, don't panic, your senior brother will definitely help you get out of trouble!"

The monk Heng Hui was completely bewildered, unable to recall the identity of his senior brother no matter what he did. "This humble monk truly cannot recall having such a senior brother..."

In the midst of the chaotic exchange, his gaze met that of Princess Pingyang. Those once pure and gentle eyes now held a hint of doubt and profundity, mixed with distrust and unease.

Although Princess Pingyang was unaware of the situation, a nameless fear welled up in her heart. She knew that her friend, the eldest son of the Earl of Pingyuan, had designs on her, and what unknown variables those monks would bring?

Amidst her chaotic and confused thoughts, Princess Pingyang suddenly realized that in this world, only her father's trust was the only reliance she could completely depend on.

"Father... Father..."

Princess Pingyang's heart tightened as she watched in astonishment as the leader of the men in black, after skillfully dodging the flying sword attack, suddenly launched his palms straight at her face with lightning speed.

These monks are definitely no good.

"Roar!"

A golden dragon aura suddenly surged forth, its dazzling light carrying unparalleled power, and 507 clashed violently with the golden light emanating from the black-clad leader's palm!

With a loud bang, a crisp cracking sound came from the black-clad man's palm, and his arms were instantly torn apart by the golden light.

Heng Hui's horse was instantly shaken and scattered.

The leader of the men in black let out a heart-wrenching wail, his terrified gaze fixed on Su Nan. "A master of internal energy... a martial arts expert... how is this possible?"

Those who can control magical artifacts or are fifth-rank martial artists who cultivate both martial arts and magic can only be found in legends.

Su Nan's flying sword shot out again with great speed, killing more than a dozen martial artists of the seventh or eighth rank in succession. These fierce bandits, who could contend with three or four yamen runners, were powerless against the power of the Taoist flying sword.

Under the protection of numerous guards, Princess Pingyang had never witnessed life and death, but today, she witnessed the fall of dozens of lives.

In particular, Su Nan's unpredictable flying sword left Lü Qing speechless, while the pampered princess stared at it intently.

"If I could also wield such a flying sword, who would dare to bully me? No wonder Sister Huaiqing chose to learn martial arts..."

While Princess Pingyang was in turmoil, the attack by the men in black was instantly thwarted, and the situation changed rapidly, turning in our favor.

Chapter 127 The Night Watchman's Attention, A Unique Aura

Soon after, the remaining men in black were all subdued due to their overwhelming numbers. The leader of the men in black who had lost both arms was also bound and chained up along with the other four.

The man in black was in excruciating pain, but he gritted his teeth and said, "You little brat, you just wait and see. My senior brother will definitely get justice for me!"

Su Nan didn't even glance at them. It was obvious that these people were sent by the Zhang family and the Earl of Pingyuan, and had nothing to do with the monk.

Then, bright red blood spilled from the corner of the black-clad leader's mouth. After kicking his legs a few times, he finally breathed his last and was on the verge of death.

The shouts of the constables rose and fell, and the men in black bit open the medicine packets in their mouths, ultimately choosing to atone for their sins with their deaths.

Su Nan wondered to himself whether Zhang Feng and the Earl of Pingyuan were seasoned generals who had commanded armies on the battlefield, or simply recruited a group of desperados.

It seems that the truth about these people's identities will be difficult to reveal in the short term.