What was happening?

Before they could figure it out, over a dozen masked men suddenly leaped from the surrounding rooftops, each wielding a long sword in their hands.

They surrounded the entire courtyard.

The leader shouted, “Kill!”

His voice resounded loudly.

Dozens of sword blades pointed at Jingrong.

The commotion was huge. Lang Bo and Shi Ziran immediately rushed in with guards.

The two forces clashed together.

Flashing blades and shadows!

Those men in black seemed to hold a death wish, their bloodthirsty eyes seeing only Jingrong, treating him like a living target. Moreover, their martial skills were all extremely high—whether in technique or style, they clearly did not come from the same batch of corpses as Jing Yi’s people.

Jingrong seized a sword from one of the assassins while simultaneously shielding Ji Yunshu behind him.

Dozens of people crowded together in the courtyard!

The scene was spectacular.

Jingrong suddenly scooped up Ji Yunshu, pushed off with both feet, and the two leaped onto the wall, jumping into the neighboring Wen Family Embroidery Workshop.

Those men in black who had been fighting immediately pursued. Under the cover of night, another dozen or twenty men in black appeared, intercepting those who were trying to protect Jingrong.

The original dozen men in black continued their assassination attempt on Jingrong.

Jingrong’s every move was lethal, slaying several men in black.

The blood of the slain men splattered onto Ji Yunshu’s face. He felt the scorching hot blood sticking to his cheek, sticky and viscous.

In the courtyard, the fabric hung high was pulled down piece by piece, or slashed in two by swords.

The bamboo poles were also broken, crackling loudly.

The courtyard was in complete chaos!

Even with Jingrong’s superior martial skills, it was difficult to fend off the dozen highly skilled men in black.

Because he had to protect Ji Yunshu at the same time, his techniques were somewhat constrained. Those men in black surrounded the two of them completely.

“Go to your death.”

The man in black raised his sword, aiming at Jingrong’s heart.

Jingrong deflected it with the blood-stained long sword in his hand, then in the next moment, directly stabbed it into that person’s neck, cutting open a gash on the spot.

Killed instantly!

The other men in black continued to advance.

Jingrong had no choice but to push Ji Yunshu away.

“Run.”

How could she run?

This was a matter of life and death!

“If we leave, we leave together. If we die, we die together.” She shouted hoarsely.

“Go.”

He pushed her again.

She fell heavily to the ground.

Jingrong engaged with those men in black again in combat. Strangely, those men in black didn’t kill Ji Yunshu, who had no ability to fight back.

Suddenly, she saw a sword thrusting toward Jingrong’s back.

“Watch out!”

While shouting, Ji Yunshu rose from the ground and immediately rushed forward, pressing her back firmly against Jingrong’s back, spreading her arms wide to block that sword for him.

She widened her eyes, without the slightest fear in her gaze, staring intently at the eyes of that man in black. The man’s eyes had been filled with bloodthirsty killing intent, but seeing that the person blocking him was her, he visibly flinched, pulling his wrist back, seemingly trying to withdraw the sword blade.

But the thrust had been too forceful!

Too fast!

Even if he wanted to redirect the sword blade, it was too late.

At this critical moment, a flute suddenly flew through the air, forcibly deflecting that sword. The man in black felt pain in his wrist and his palm suddenly loosened, causing the sword to fall to the ground.

In the next moment, Jingrong turned around, yanked Ji Yunshu to his side with force, and the sword in his hand thrust toward that man in black.

Straight through the heart!

Killed on the spot.

And after the flute had deflected the sword, a figure caught his own flute.

It was a young man in a pale purple long robe, his hair bound high in a topknot, a hair ribbon on the crown swaying in the wind. He was truly a graceful youth, extremely handsome.

His slender eyes glanced at Jingrong and Ji Yunshu, then his body shifted sideways as he engaged those men in black in combat.

At this time, Muruo, who was usually drunk and unconscious, also rushed over. Arriving at the Wen Family Embroidery Workshop, he too joined this bloody battle.

Tang Si also came.

The silver whip in her hand was like countless chains intertwined into a death-dealing link, lashing at those people whip by whip!

“Auntie here spared you all back then, but now I’m unleashing a massacre.”

Soon, those men in black were all slaughtered without exception, not one left alive!

In the Wen family’s courtyard, several large dye vats were smashed to pieces, the water inside all flowing out—red, purple, and blue all mixed together. In short, complete chaos.

The assassins lying in that wet water, mixed with the bloody gore, created an extremely horrifying scene.

“Your Highness, are you alright?” Lang Bo jumped over.

Jingrong turned toward the young man in purple. “Many thanks, young master.”

The young man in purple tucked the flute in his hand at his waist and bowed to him, saying, “To risk my life to save Your Highness is this humble one’s honor.”

“And you are?”

“This humble one is Wen Xian, the young master of this Wen Family Embroidery Workshop.”

Eh!

So he was the young master of the Wen family?

Just as they were speaking, the Wen family members hurried over. Seeing this scene in the courtyard, Master Wen and Madam Wen were extremely alarmed.

“What is…”

Jingrong explained, “Master Wen, these people came for this prince. I truly didn’t expect to dirty your courtyard. This prince will shortly order people to clean it up.”

“Coming for Your Highness?” Master Wen was extremely shocked. “Who would dare to boldly assassinate Your Highness?”

This question was difficult for him to answer.

He only said, “This prince has traveled the world and made many enemies. Master Wen need not be shocked.”

“Is Your Highness injured?” He asked with concern.

“I’m fine.”

Lang Bo had already led people to remove all the masks from those men in black’s faces and searched their bodies for a long time before coming to report.

“Your Highness, nothing was found.”

“Clean up this place quickly.”

“Yes.”

They didn’t stay long or offer many explanations.

After returning to Anchang Courtyard, everyone gathered in the main hall.

The atmosphere was heavy!

Tang Si, unclear about what had happened, wrapped her whip around her hand while saying angrily, “Who exactly have you offended? Why do people keep trying to kill you along the way? This young lady can save you once, twice, but not necessarily a third time. If it were me, I’d find the person who wants to kill me, then cut them into a thousand pieces and fry them in a pot of oil.” As she spoke, she looked at Jingrong with bewilderment. “I say, aren’t you a prince? You’re the son of the Great Lin Emperor—who would dare kill you?”

She chattered on incessantly!

But everyone else fell into contemplation.

Suddenly—

Jingrong said, “Those people weren’t sent by Jing Yi.”

This wasn’t doubt, but certainty.

He continued, “Whether in skill or martial arts style, they didn’t seem to be from the capital.”

Lang Bo asked, “Then who could it be? If it’s not Prince Yi, and not people from the capital, who sent them? Those people were all martial arts experts.”

Ji Yunshu, however, said, “Actually, they had only one target.” She looked at Jingrong. “You. When I blocked the sword for you earlier, that man in black clearly intended to withdraw his sword, seemingly unwilling to kill me. Their target is you—they’ll kill anyone who blocks them, yet they uniquely won’t kill me? Why?”