Yanfu: Starting with the Six-Eared Macaque

"Today, the newly appointed Infantry Commander Han Mochen personally led a team to search for all members of the White Lotus Sect. You came here when the sect was in the most panic, asking me to send someone to assassinate Prince Chun."

Bai Jing paused for a moment, then continued.

"I just want you to get justice," the middle-aged man said through gritted teeth, still unwilling to give up.

"Your son's death was an accident. Han Mochen's sudden appearance at Prince Chun's residence was something no one expected," Bai Jing rarely explained.

"I have received definite information that Han Mochen will be stationed at the Infantry Commander's Office today to oversee the arrest of the rebels. Tonight is the perfect opportunity. What exactly do you want from me?"

Seeing that Bai Jing hesitated to agree, a hint of impatience flashed in the middle-aged man's tone.

Bai Jing frowned as he looked at the middle-aged man before him, slowly stood up from his chair, walked to the window, looked at his treasured celadon vase, and said calmly, "Lord Feng Guiyuan, oh Lord Feng Guiyuan, what have I done to make you disrespect me like this?"

"If you come to me as a friend, I will send someone to kill Zaifeng to avenge your son, my nephew. Your enemy is my enemy, and your son can rest in peace in the afterlife."

As Bai Jing spoke, he slowly walked up to Feng Guiyuan and quietly looked at him.

"Follower Feng Guiyuan greets His Excellency the Master!"

Feng Guiyuan solemnly lifted the hem of his shirt, placed his right hand on his left chest, knelt on one knee, and said in a respectful and sincere voice.

"Get up." Bai Jing gestured for Feng Guiyuan to rise, his tone much gentler.

"Perhaps one day I will need your help. Of course, I also hope that day will never come. Until that day arrives, for the sake of our friendship, please accept this gift from the White Lotus Sect."

Bai Jing reached out and put his arm around Feng Guiyuan's arm, leading him to the door. His tone was friendly, as if the two had always been close friends.

"Thank you, thank you, Master." Feng Guiyuan bowed deeply, expressing his gratitude and respect repeatedly.

"No need to be so polite." Bai Jing personally escorted Feng Guiyuan to the door.

Back inside, the servant beside him gently closed the door.

Bai Jing scratched his head, stroking his beard, his eyes becoming resolute: "Leave this matter to the Black Lotus Holy Mother, and arrange for more skilled men. Zai Feng has repeatedly besieged the Holy Sect; it's time for him to pay the price."

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Chen Xing wasn't interested in the origins of the person lying on the roof. He already had the white jade monkey offering longevity ornament and didn't want to cause any more trouble.

Holding his breath and moving very quietly, he bypassed the wing building and prepared to sneak into the backyard to meet up with the Mo siblings.

Suddenly, a cacophony of footsteps sounded from the surrounding area, accompanied by the butler's hurried shouts.

"Hurry, hurry! The prince is back! Come with me to the gate to greet him!" The steward's voice was urgent as he led a group of guards to the street gate.

"Oh no! This is bad!"

Chen Xing cursed under his breath, his heart skipped a beat, and without the slightest hesitation, he quickly crouched down and crawled into the shadows of the corner of the house next door, pressing himself tightly against the wall to hide his figure, even his breathing became shallow and shallow.

Chen Xing knew that the Yin'an Hall where he was located was situated in the very center of the Prince's Mansion, and was on the same axis as the street gate and the mansion gate.

As soon as Prince Chun entered the mansion, the first thing he saw was the Yin'an Hall. If he were to be seen there, he would have no chance of escape.

Chen Xing pressed himself against the corner of the wall, only daring to peek out a little, his eyes fixed on the direction of the mansion gate.

In the darkness, a cluster of torches illuminated the courtyard in a fiery red glow. Two figures, surrounded by a crowd, stepped into the mansion one after the other. Their heavy footsteps, accompanied by their whispered conversations, were drawing ever closer to the Silver Peace Palace.

call out!call out!call out!call out!

Four sharp whooshing sounds suddenly rang out, and four arrows, like black lightning, pierced the night sky and rushed straight towards the crowd!

"Your Highness, be careful!"

Yan Xiaoguo roared and drew his sword before the words were even finished. With a flick of his wrist, the blade flashed like snow, deflecting all the incoming crossbow bolts. At the same time, he shifted his body and firmly protected Prince Chun behind him.

Almost simultaneously, two men in black, each wielding a crossbow, leaped from the rooftops of the east and west wings! Without a word, they pulled the triggers repeatedly towards the crowd below.

The arrows aimed at Prince Chun were all blocked by Yan Xiaoguo's sword flash, but the guards next to him were not so lucky.

Although these guards dressed in plain clothes carried firearms, their clumsy weapons were no match for the poisoned crossbow bolts. In an instant, screams filled the air as they were shot down in droves, and blood quickly soaked the ground.

Yan Xiaoguo tried several times to leap onto the roof, but was forced back by the cold arrows aimed at the prince.

Although Prince Chun had practiced martial arts since childhood and had led troops into battle many times, he was far less capable than Yan Xiaoguo of deflecting all the arrows, especially since these arrows were coated with deadly poison.

Yan Xiaoguo dared not take any risks and could only hold his ground, keeping his eyes fixed on the assassin on the rooftop, waiting for the palace guards to provide support.

"Quick, get a shield!"

The mansion was already prepared, and several guards carrying heavy wooden shields rushed over from the side courtyard.

"Protect the prince!"

Seeing the reinforcements arrive, Yan Xiaoguo roared and swung his sword to deflect a volley of arrows. Then, with a leap, he shot towards the roof of the east wing like an arrow released from a bow. His sword whistled down, killing two men in black on the spot with a single strike!

"die!"

Just as Yan Xiaoguo leaped onto the roof, a fierce shout rang out, and four more assassins jumped down from the roof of Yin'an Palace.

They were dressed in tight-fitting night clothes, their faces covered with black cloth, revealing only pairs of fierce eyes. The long, narrow scimitars in their hands gleamed with a chilling light, clearly poisoned weapons.

The four landed swiftly, their toes barely touching the ground before they wielded their swords to clear a path. The blades whistled through the air as they cleaved through the surrounding guards, heading straight for Prince Chun.

"Damn, this Prince Chun's mansion is practically riddled with assassins!" Chen Xing thought to himself, clicking his tongue in amazement as he watched wave after wave of assassins emerge.

At the same time, the two assassins in the west wing had already run out of crossbow bolts. They immediately drew their swords from their waists, leaped off the roof, and cut through the guards who rushed up to join the four people who jumped down from the Yin'an Hall.

The six assassins formed a pincer movement, trapping Prince Chun in the center.

The assassins' scimitars were ruthless, targeting vital points. Although Prince Chun had practiced martial arts since childhood and his moves were steady and skillful, he was ultimately outnumbered by the six fearless assassins. His brocade robe was torn in several places, and he was in grave danger.

The surrounding guards wanted to rush forward to help, but were blocked outside the circle by the assassins' fierce attacks, and could only anxiously pace around.

"Your Highness, do not panic!"

Yan Xiaoguo caught sight of the prince in danger, and his heart tightened. He immediately leaped off the rooftop, landed, and slashed out with his sword. A flash of cold light appeared as he aimed straight for the back of an assassin.

"when!"

The clanging of metal against metal was deafening. The assassin reacted quickly, turning around to block, but Yan Xiaoguo's powerful slash made his hand go numb, and the curved blade almost slipped from his grasp.

Yan Xiaoguo, having gained the upper hand, pressed his advantage relentlessly. With a flick of his wrist, his blade flashed like snow. He and Prince Chun formed a pincer movement, back to back, with the two attacking and defending in perfect harmony as the six assassins clashed together.

"Take advantage of the chaos and get out of here!" Chen Xing's mind raced. Taking advantage of the moment when both sides were locked in combat and no one was paying attention to their surroundings, he quietly slipped into the backyard.

Chen Xing had only slipped a few steps over the wall when he bumped into the Mo siblings, who were rushing to the front yard. Their steps were quick, their faces filled with anxiety; they had clearly heard the sounds of clashing weapons and screams coming from the front yard.