The wind kept whistling, unscrupulous, as if it was about to shave people's hearts. [26nbsp;]
The Third Prince suddenly woke up. It was a kind of intuition, an instinctive intuition.
He jumped up and hid in the dark, the quilt was still wrapped in a cylinder, and the pillow was placed, as if a person was sleeping. He was wearing clothes, and even when he was asleep, he was wearing night clothes.
Then, I saw the dark shadows on the window, jumping blurly and flickering. Then, I didn't know what method I used to push open the window and jumped in gently.
His heart was beating so fast that it was almost rushing out of his chest.
He had been waiting for this scene for a long time. He knew that if someone wanted to attack him, then sooner or later he would reveal his fox's tail...
The black shadow, holding a big knife in his hand, walked slowly towards the bed!
He almost called out—the dark shadow, he recognized—the masked guest who murdered the little princess in the inn—he was not dead.
At that time, he grabbed the little princess hard and slashed it down. His appearance was a kind of obscene look. Even if he was covering his face, he would remember his figure, appearance, and aura clearly.
Intuition - the ability to remember everything you see in the face of life and death.
No matter how stupid you are, you will never forget the person who raised his sword to kill you, not to mention that the third prince has a good memory.
...
Before he could settle the score with him, he actually came to the door first. Judging from the power of poisoning two princesses, eradicating the entire town, and then making everything seamless arrangements afterwards, it would be not to find someone in the north.
Difficulty - in the dark, this is the reason why he stayed alone. It would be best to wait for the rabbit. Even if he doesn't take the initiative, he can't calm down. He will always come.
However, the man seemed not to just kill people, he was looking for something...
Prince San thought, what exactly is he looking for???
The wind was still blowing, but his whole body was heating up. Silently, he took out a dagger from his chest and squeezed it tightly... It was the treasure knife he used on the battlefield, cutting iron like mud.
This time, he was interested in the assassin's vest. With one knife, the assassin would be finished... However, he was not in a hurry to take action - he hoped to catch a living mouth.
He hopes to find a reliable evidence - not to clear his grievances, but to seek justice for the dead - to let the real mastermind pay for his blood.