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Jiang Zhen stood there in shock, speechless for a long time.

He simply couldn't understand why his master would make such a decision.

Those two people were personally sent by His Majesty to escort the Prince to the North!

How could he just kill someone like that?

Based on his understanding of his master, Xie Jingchen was definitely not such an impulsive person.

My master is always calm and composed, planning carefully before acting, and he would never invite trouble upon himself for no reason.

This time, however, he couldn't understand it at all.

"Jiang Zhen, is there something you want to ask?"

Xie Jingchen glanced at Jiang Zhen indifferently, as if he could see through Jiang Zhen's thoughts.

Jiang Zhen hesitated for a long time, but in the end he couldn't suppress the unease in his heart and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, doing this..."

Will this make His Majesty dislike you even more?

These two were sent by His Majesty to escort you to the north. If you kill them, it will be difficult to explain to His Majesty!

If His Majesty becomes furious, your situation will likely be even more precarious!

By the end, his voice had become somewhat urgent.

At this point, the master could no longer allow the old emperor to find any fault with him.

One wrong step leads to another, and he was genuinely afraid that Xie Jingchen's move was too risky.

Before they even reached the north, the old emperor would have executed them right here!

"My father has long been wary of me, and it's only a matter of time before he turns his back on me."

Xie Jingchen's voice was very calm, so calm that it had almost no emotional fluctuation, as if he were stating a fact that had nothing to do with himself.

But his eyes held a bottomless chill: "Those two must die."

"I don't want two pairs of eyes watching me all the time."

If he weren't wary, why would he allow King Cheng to frame him and press him relentlessly?

He has already made enough concessions.

Jiang Zhen remained silent for a moment, his mind racing, and after careful consideration, he said, "Your Highness, perhaps... we should spare their lives for now."

When we headed north, we had two more helpers.

"Once we reach the north, we can find an opportunity to settle things when those two are on their way back; it won't be too late."

He paused, then lowered his voice: "After all, if the imperial concubines in the palace knew that His Highness was still alive, they certainly wouldn't let him go."

They will also send assassins to hunt down their master.

Moreover, the fact that we found our master cannot be kept secret for long, nor can we dare to hide it; this matter must be reported to His Majesty.

Once the report is submitted, the imperial concubines in the harem will surely receive the news, and then…”

Jiang Zhen felt increasingly uneasy as he thought about it, and the journey seemed extremely dangerous.

To rashly kill His Majesty's people would be like dancing on the edge of a knife.

"No need."

Xie Jingchen refused decisively, his tone leaving no room for argument.

He turned to look at Jiang Zhen, his gaze steady and resolute: "There's no need for Father's men to come with us north. I have better helpers, and they are trustworthy."

He didn't explain further.

But Jiang Zhen could read the certainty in his master's cold expression.

His Highness has a genuine trust in the helper he speaks of.

For the moment, Jiang Zhen couldn't guess who that person was.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, thinking to himself: If the Xiao family were still around, how wonderful that would be.

Especially General Xiao, the God of War who died three years ago, how wonderful it would be if he were still alive...

If General Xiao hadn't died, the old emperor wouldn't have dared to easily touch the Xiao family, and the crown prince wouldn't have been deposed.

Although the Xiao family did not openly take sides, everyone knew that the Crown Prince was a good heir apparent who cared for the country and its people, and the Xiao family would definitely support him.

Therefore, the old emperor was wary of the Xiao family and dared not easily depose the crown prince.

With General Xiao's death, the Xiao family's power was greatly reduced, and the old emperor finally found an opportunity to not only kick them while they were down, but also to undermine their foundation by exiling the entire family.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in this world.

Jiang Zhen snapped out of his thoughts and realized that his master was determined to kill those two people.

He pondered for a moment, then stopped trying to persuade him, and simply clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Your Highness understands. I will follow Your Highness's orders."

but……"

"But what?"

Jiang Zhen, just say what you have to say.

Jiang Zhen nodded, then changed the subject, his face showing difficulty: "I'm afraid I alone am no match for His Majesty's two experts."

We probably don't have many people who can stand up to them.

Killing them won't be easy.

Xie Jingchen nodded slightly, his expression unchanged, and said in a deep voice, "That's simple."

Go find the Seven Killings Pavilion, spend some money, and have them take care of this person within three days, lest things get complicated.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhen's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but whisper, "Your Highness has a brilliant idea!"

The Seven Killings Pavilion is full of experts; killing those two would be more than enough.

"I'll take care of it right away!"

A weight was lifted from his heart.

It turns out that the master hadn't become impulsive; rather, he had another clever plan.

If it was the Seven Killings Pavilion that made the move, then it has nothing to do with the master.

No one can hold the master accountable for this.

"Um."

Xie Jingchen nodded and continued, "After you return to the inn, do not reveal that you have found me."

During the day, he continued to act as if he were searching for someone, just like before.

If it's nothing serious, don't come here.

I will let you know if I have any plans.

As he spoke, he glanced indifferently out the window; the night was deep and all was quiet.

"Your Highness..."

Jiang Zhen remembered something else and asked in a low voice, "You haven't been in office in the north for long. When do you plan to leave?"

This matter probably can't be kept secret for long.

"If this goes on for too long, I fear the imperial concubines in the palace might instigate His Majesty to bury you in a cenotaph."

"I know that."

Xie Jingchen withdrew his gaze, his voice steady.

"Let's postpone it for a while longer; now is not the time."

My helper can't leave for the time being due to some circumstances.

No matter how heartless my father is, I am still his own son. He won't be so quick to kill me.

You should go back quickly, lest someone become suspicious.

As he finished speaking, a hint of coldness crept into his voice.

Because King Cheng has already been deposed.

If he dies too, the emperor will have to spend time grooming a new successor.

Therefore, his good father, at this time, actually hoped that he would live.

Otherwise, who would rule the Great Zhou Dynasty?

At least until he cultivates new rivals, he is still useful in his father's eyes.

He knew that Xiao Yi and the others went out that night, but they didn't notice.

He was just curious at first, but luckily he went along and ended up seeing such a spectacular scene.

At the time, he had not yet regained his memory and only felt that the two people had been somewhat cruel.

Now that he has regained his memories, he understands why they were so ruthless.

So that person was King Cheng, no wonder Xiao Yi was so ruthless.

This inadvertently helped him eliminate a formidable rival.

Jiang Zhen responded, quickly turned around, and disappeared into the vast night.

Xie Jingchen stood with his hands behind his back by the window, his eyes slightly darkened as he looked at the pitch-black night sky outside. He said calmly, "It's time to find an opportunity to recover my memories."

The night wind rustled his sleeves, casting shifting shadows, like an impending storm brewing.