Joy of Life: Me, the Second Prince? Summon Yuan Tiangang!

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"Reporting to Your Highness, there are a total of three thousand people."

Zhao Gao raised his head, a cruel smile curving his lips: "All the top-tier assassins, ranked number one in the Heavenly Order, are in place."

Upon hearing this number and those strange code names that exuded endless killing intent, even Li Yunrui, who was used to seeing all kinds of storms, couldn't help but gasp.

Three thousand top assassins!

And then there are those "Number One" killers whose very names send chills down your spine!

Li Chengze had managed to secretly infiltrate three thousand elite assassins right under Emperor Qing's nose! This was a terrifying force capable of paralyzing the entire central government of the capital in an instant!

After listening to Zhao Gao's report, Li Chengze merely nodded slightly with utter indifference. It was as if these three thousand assassins, capable of overthrowing the capital, were nothing more than a few chess pieces just placed on a chessboard in his eyes.

"Very good." Li Chengze uttered two words calmly.

Then, he turned around to face Li Yunrui, gently beckoned to her, and said in a gentle tone, "Aunt, my court robes are a bit disheveled. Please help me straighten them; it's almost time for me to go to court."

Li Yunrui did not refuse.

She took a deep breath and walked gracefully towards Li Chengze.

She approached Li Chengze, tiptoed slightly, and gently and meticulously smoothed out every wrinkle on his court robes.

She straightened the purple-gold crown on his head, fastened the white jade belt around his waist, and finally, she gently patted the pattern of the four-clawed python embroidered on Li Chengze's chest.

"Go, Chengze." Li Yunrui's voice was unusually gentle.

Li Chengze looked at Li Yunrui, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

He didn't say anything, but turned around and strode out of the study and out of the gate of the Second Prince's residence.

Outside, a carriage was already waiting. Li Chengze stepped onto the carriage using a footstool. The wheels rolled and churned on the bluestone streets of Kyoto, making a dull thud.

Half an hour later.

The Imperial Palace, Taiji Hall.

The atmosphere in the imperial court today was extremely strange.

The spacious hall, which should have been filled with civil and military officials, was now nearly a third empty. Those empty spaces were like invisible scars, pricking the nerves of every official present.

No one dared to breathe loudly, or even exchange glances.

The entire hall was so quiet that only heavy breathing and the occasional rustling of clothing could be heard. Everyone knew what had happened last night, and everyone could smell the lingering stench of blood in the air.

On the high nine-tiered jade steps, on the dragon throne that symbolized the highest power in the world, Emperor Qing, dressed in a wide, bright yellow dragon robe, was leaning lazily against the back of the chair.

He held a memorial in his hand, seemingly engrossed in reading it. His hair was casually draped over his shoulders, and he wore no crown, exuding an air of unkempt nonchalance.

But it is precisely this casualness that, like an invisible mountain, weighs heavily on everyone's hearts.

In the suffocating silence, a long, sharp eunuch's voice announced from outside the Taiji Hall:

"His Highness the Second Prince has arrived!"

This announcement was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating a huge uproar in the court. The officials gasped, involuntarily turning their heads slightly to glance at the entrance of the hall.

Everyone knows that the vast majority of the more than one hundred officials who died last night were from the faction of the Second Prince and the Eldest Princess.

His Majesty has openly raised the butcher's knife. In everyone's eyes, the Second Prince should be hiding in his mansion trembling with fear, or quickly begging for forgiveness and pleading guilty.

No one expected that he would dare to come to court so openly at this time!

Under the gaze of countless shocked, fearful, and pitying eyes, Li Chengze stepped over the high threshold of the Taiji Hall and walked in step by step.

He was dressed extremely formally today.

The purple four-clawed python robe was spotless, and the jade belt at his waist reflected a cold light.

His steps were steady and powerful, each step seeming to tread upon the heartbeats of the crowd. His face showed no panic, no anger, only an extreme calm.

He walked to the center of the hall, stood in his designated spot, and then slowly raised his head.

On the nine jade steps, Emperor Qing, who was reading the memorials, put them down at that moment.

At this moment, the father and son, separated by the long hall, the nine jade steps, and the dragon throne that symbolized supreme power, had their gazes collide in mid-air!

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the other side.

Kyoto, the residence of the Second Prince.

Zhao Gao, who had been standing like a statue in the study, suddenly raised his head. Two bloodthirsty glints suddenly flashed in his eyes.

He slowly raised his right hand and made an extremely simple gesture.

"The Net, begin the slaughter!"

The hoarse voice, like a death warrant from the deepest hell, instantly spread throughout the entire mansion.

"boom!"

The heavy vermilion gate of the Second Prince's residence was smashed open from the inside by a violent force.

Immediately afterwards, countless black figures poured out from inside the mansion like a black torrent bursting its banks!

They were all dressed in tight-fitting black night clothes, with hideous ghost masks on their faces and sharp blades coated with deadly poison in their hands.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, without making any unnecessary noise, only the whooshing sound of clothes rustling through the air and the crisp friction of weapons being drawn from their sheaths.

Three thousand assassins from the Luowang organization, like three thousand evil spirits unleashed from their cages, instantly pounced on the bustling capital!

At the very front of this black torrent were several figures whose auras were terrifying beyond measure.

There were men and women, each one a top-tier leader. Like sharp spearheads, they led three thousand assassins, divided into dozens of groups, and with overwhelming force, they frantically rushed towards every location marked on the intelligence report!

East of the city, the Nine Gates Admiral's Mansion.

The Nine Gates Admiral was sweating profusely as he directed his soldiers to strengthen the city's defenses; the carnage of the previous night had left him terrified.

However, before he could relay the order, a dark red sword light cleaved open the governor's mansion gate like lightning.

"Yanri" descended like a demon god, and with a single swing of his longsword, more than a dozen elite garrison soldiers were cut in half at the waist, their blood gushing out and staining the plaque of the governor's mansion red.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The piercing screams had barely begun when hundreds of black-clad assassins surged in like a tidal wave.

This was a massacre with no suspense whatsoever. In just half an incense stick's time, not a single person remained alive in the Nine Gates Admiral's Mansion.

The Nine Gates Admiral, who held the power over the city gates of Kyoto, had his head hung high on a flagpole, dying with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

In the south of the city, there is a secret outpost of the Supervisory Council.

Hidden within this place are the most elite spies of the Overwatch Council. However, when that strange pink fragrance wafted into the hideout, all the spies felt dizzy.

"Jing Ni" moved through the stronghold like a ghost, her pink rapier flashing and taking away a life with each strike.

Those usually feared secret agents of the Overwatch Council were as vulnerable as lambs to the slaughter under her sword.

Meanwhile, the same bloody drama was unfolding in every corner of Kyoto.

The garrison of the patrol battalion responsible for the defense of the capital region was set ablaze by hundreds of assassins using specially made kerosene, and the towering flames illuminated half of the Kyoto sky.

Amidst the raging flames, Xuan Jian wielded his twin swords, annihilating the soldiers who attempted to escape the inferno.

The residences of officials who were usually loyal to Emperor Qing or who participated in the purge of the Second Prince's cronies last night became the focus of Luo Wang's special attention.