Yes!

Why?

Clearly the target was Jingrong—they would kill anyone who blocked them. Ji Yunshu had blocked the sword for him, so the man in black should have killed her too. Why did he try to withdraw the sword at that moment?

Because of her words just now, the atmosphere in the hall grew increasingly heavy.

Tinged with several threads of eeriness!

“Someone wants to kill this prince? Yet cannot harm you—who could it be?” Jingrong truly couldn’t conceive of anyone besides Jing Yi.

“Speaking of which, it is strange. Those people’s skills were indeed excellent. Looking at their techniques, they don’t seem to belong to any particular martial arts sect. But it’s clear they weren’t Prince Yi’s people, nor were they from the capital. Moreover, those people came with a determination to die, so naturally they wouldn’t leave any clues for us to follow. Everyone’s dead too, so investigating will be somewhat difficult. After all… the martial world is vast.”

Muruo drew out his final syllables.

After hearing him finish, an unfathomable expression crossed Jingrong’s calm features. The hand resting on his thigh also clenched into a fist, the veins on the back of his hand faintly visible.

Like a mad lion about to burst from its cage!

His sharp eyes looked toward Lang Bo. “Transmit this prince’s order—even if we must dig three feet into the ground, we must capture the mastermind behind this and tear them apart by five horses.”

Every word lethal!

As the words left his mouth, a bloody scene seemed to flash before everyone’s eyes.

Chilling to the bone.

Lang Bo immediately accepted the order.

At this moment—

A guard rushed in from outside, reporting, “Your Highness, there’s still one person alive.”

The news came surprisingly, yet was welcome.

Tang Si shouted loudly, “So there’s still a live one! Excellent! Quickly ask him who exactly ordered this. If he refuses to speak, whip him, whip him hard, and see if he’ll talk then.”

Through gritted teeth!

But in the next moment, the guard’s lips twitched as he poured cold water on the idea. “That person is still alive, but severely injured. I fear… he won’t survive.”

His head lowered, his voice growing faint.

Jingrong frowned.

Won’t survive?

Muruo suddenly stood up. “Take me there.”

“Yes!”

So everyone went together.

They saw the man in black lying on the ground, his fingers still moving.

Muruo crouched down and gently turned the person over, seeing the sword wound on his chest. The wound was deep, blood pooling on the ground, gradually turning dark.

It was excessive blood loss!

“He cannot be allowed to die.” Jingrong said coldly.

“With me here, he won’t die.” Muruo took out a pill and gave it to the person, then pressed several points on his chest, instructing people, “Carry him to my room.”

Two guards did as told, carefully carrying the person away.

Muruo dusted off his hands. Before leaving, he said to Jingrong, “I can save his life, but I cannot prevent him from committing suicide.”

Coming to assassinate with a determination to die, if captured alive, they definitely wouldn’t survive.

They were no different from corpses!

Jingrong said, “Save him.”

Muruo nodded and left.

Tang Si followed as well.

About half an hour later, all the corpses of the men in black were finally cleaned up. However, the entire courtyard was filled with a thick smell of blood that made people nauseous.

Ji Yunshu also moved to the courtyard where Jingrong was staying.

She hugged her two beloved sandalwood boxes, saying, “Fortunately these things weren’t damaged.”

At a time like this, she was still concerned about these two boxes.

“Do you know how dangerous that situation was just now?” Jingrong asked her with a serious expression.

“I know.”

“Since you know, how could you shield this prince with your own body? Did you consider the consequences?”

“I did.” She put down the boxes and met his gaze, saying earnestly, “If I didn’t block it, you would die. If I did block it, we would die together.”

She smiled slightly!

“Yunshu.” He grasped her cold fingers. “Listen well—if we encounter this kind of situation again in the future, when this prince tells you to leave, you must leave. Understand?”

“No…”

“You have no right to refuse. This is an order.”

His attitude was resolute, his expression serious.

She was blocked for a long while, knowing she definitely couldn’t argue with him, so she could only nod.

After finishing organizing their things.

Jingrong remarked, “Actually this time, we owe much gratitude to Young Master Wen of the Wen family.”

Mentioning him, Ji Yunshu stopped the movements of her busy hands.

“Yes, we indeed must thank him. But I always feel he’s not simple at all. Combined with the matter of Miss Ye’er, this person seems to be hiding secrets all over his body.”

If it were possible to dissect a person’s heart, she truly wished she could cut it open and see what was inside.

She shook her head, feeling she was overthinking.

Jingrong then said, “The Wen family, from top to bottom, is actually quite strange.”

She nodded, expressing agreement.

Yet added, “I really hope… we’re just being overly suspicious.”

…

Late at night, in the secret chamber of the Wen Family Embroidery Workshop!

Master Wen’s face was livid with anger, his thick black brows tightly knitted together, his eyes slightly narrowed, lips pressed in a line—completely the appearance of someone beside themselves with rage.

Sitting on a chair nearby was Wen Xian. His expression was cool, showing no emotional fluctuation. In his hands, he still held that flute, the jade pendant hanging from it clasped in his palm.

Not loosened for half a moment!

Though young and handsome, his attractive eyes full of appeal, his face was paler than normal people’s, looking as if he were ill.

This wasn’t strange. Wen Xian had been sickly since childhood, which is why before he turned ten, he was sent to the mountains to learn martial arts. After studying for a full five years, his health improved considerably. But less than a year after returning home, he suddenly fell seriously ill again. From then on, his health fluctuated between good and bad. Over these years, they had consulted many physicians, but none helped. Five or six years ago, his condition worsened, nearly claiming his life. And this dragged on until now.

Precisely because of his frequent illness, he had never married, remaining free and unattached.

Truly a pity!

He revealed a worried expression, glancing once toward the outside of the secret chamber before turning to speak with his father. “Father, this matter cannot be entirely blamed on Vice General Lin.”

Though his tone carried a gentle weakness, it was extremely cold and hard.

Master Wen remained unmoved.

His given name was Wen Panshi. At this moment, his face was like his name—solid as rock, hard as stone.

His anger was evident!

Suddenly—

“Bang!”

He slapped his hand heavily on the desk. “As a vice general, yet privately issuing a kill order—how can this be lightly forgiven?”

“Father…”

“You shut up.”

A rebuke!

Wen Xian’s cool brow pressed downward, swallowing back all the words in his mouth.

At this moment—

From outside came the sound of iron boots treading on stone slabs. The footsteps were steady and powerful, orderly and rhythmic, echoing in the passage outside the secret chamber, wave after wave.

Like drum beats!

A tall and imposing shadow appeared on the ground, dragging in from outside first.

Drawing closer and closer!

Growing longer and longer!

Until the person entered the secret chamber, and the shadow was finally trampled beneath his feet.