After two days and two nights, the fire on the mountain was finally extinguished.
The prince immediately left the hunting ground with his people, leaving only a few officials to deal with the aftermath.
There was a lot of things happening in a hunting conference, and it was a peaceful day. Everyone was tired and worried.
The whole of Jiangnan has become the focus of attention because of this incident.
After all, it is difficult for things like the prince to be assassinated and the prince of Zhennan to die in a fire without attracting attention.
At the same time, a group of people came from the border gate in the dust. It was getting late and the city gate had been closed.
A group of people stayed at an inn not far from the city gate. As soon as they entered, they attracted everyone's attention.
This group of people were all tall, carrying uniform sabers around their waists, and they exuded a murderous aura unique to the battlefield.
"The shopkeeper will bring us all the delicious food and wine!" A man with a scar on his face said loudly.
"I'll be here soon," the shopkeeper said calmly. Over the years, he has received visitors from all over the world and has seen all kinds of people.
The leading man was dressed in black, and he stood out among a group of strong men.
A group of people, regardless of the gazes of the people around them, ate meat and drank wine from large bowls, showing a bold and unrestrained style.
"Do you think Prince Zhennan is really dead?"
"It's hard for even gods to escape from such a big fire. What a pity!"
"Tsk, tsk, I don't know why He Fangsheng was so bold. He dared to assassinate the prince and even killed the prince of Zhennan."
The man in black glanced at the scarred man who was about to move, "Don't mess around."
Scarface angrily drank another bowl of wine. The group of people left a mess on the table and disappeared into the night.
"Jiangnan is going to be in chaos..." the shopkeeper sighed.
A regular customer said to me, "I don't know if Jiangnan is in chaos or not. That group of people just now had a lot of murderous intent."
"Of course the murderous intent is serious." A little girl on the second floor with bells on her hands and feet said innocently.
It is the little bell that leads the way in Jinghongshan Villa. Usually when guests come to Jinghongshan Villa, she holds a lantern to greet them.
Sitting opposite her was a woman dressed in white and wearing a veil, it was the Night Dancer Qin Xuejian.
Qin Xuejian said in a calm tone, "I didn't expect that Fu Siye would come in person."
Fu Siye, the adopted son of the Fu family, is said to be the posthumous son of the deputy general of the King of Zhennan. He was regarded as the adopted son by the King of Zhennan when he was born.
If Fu Jingchao is famous in Kyoto, then the adopted son of the Fu family is famous among the soldiers.
At the age of twelve, he began to go to the border with King Zhennan, and at the age of fifteen, he began to go to the battlefield. Along the way, he encountered gods and demons, and he never lost a battle.
"Tsk, tsk, the only son was killed. It seems that King Zhennan was angered." Xiao Lingdang shook her head and said, "But with two such powerful sons, who still hold military power, it is right that the emperor cannot sit still."
Qin Xuejian sneered, "The prince is just a fool."
The emperor didn't dare to touch the Fu family without a complete plan, but he couldn't wait to rush forward and die.
Qin Xuejian put down a piece of silver on the table, "Jiangnan is so lively, of course we have to add fuel to the fire."
Because she has become a wanted criminal, she has not been seen in such a busy place for a long time.
Within three days, several of the Jiangnan officials in the prince's line and the legitimate sons of his family were assassinated.
Some were on the way home after drinking wine, some were in alleys, and the most exaggerated one was when he was shot through the heart by an arrow at the door of his home.
The eldest son of Mr. Zhou, the censor of Jiangnan Salt Patrol, was found dead in the outer room where he was raised, but the outer room had disappeared.
This is Qin Xuejian's handiwork, and it can also be regarded as a little bit of her feelings for Shen Xingwan.
Qin Xuejian burned the house directly. When the people from the Zhou family arrived, the corpses were all charred. On the ground at the gate, four words were written in red blood, "Blood debt must be paid with blood!"
The entire south of the Yangtze River was in turmoil, and the high-level clans stayed behind closed doors.
The gate of the mansion where the prince stayed was almost broken down by officials from all walks of life.
Mr. Zhou was angry and scared at the same time. He seemed to have aged ten years overnight.
"Who does your Highness think was responsible?"
The prince snorted coldly, "Who else could it be? It must be someone from Fu Jingchao who is determined to not give up. He jumped over the wall and started to take revenge."
Mr. Zhou felt a little uneasy, "Can they really do this?"
In the desperate fighting that day, Fu Jingchao's people in Jiangnan suffered almost all losses, although their people also suffered many casualties.
"I will find out as soon as possible," the prince said, "and my father has already sent nearby garrison troops, so don't worry too much."
When the emperor received the news in the palace, he threw the cup on the table and the prince was very angry.
When I'm done with my anger, I wonder if it's my son who should be saved or not.
He immediately ordered the nearby garrison to protect the prince, but unfortunately it took several days for the garrison closest to Jiangnan to arrive.
As for the other party, knowing that it was Prince Zhennan who died, he didn't really want to get involved in this muddy water.
It would be nice to arrive at a normal speed. It is impossible to rush to Jiangnan non-stop in order to protect the prince.
Mr. Zhou felt a little more at ease.
That night, a fierce fight broke out in the middle of the night in the courtyard where the prince lived.
The prince was awakened. As soon as he got up from the bed, an arrow with flames shot into the window. The whole room was densely scattered with arrows with flames.
"There's a fire! Your Highness, get out quickly!"
The prince was guarded in the middle, looking at the room where he slept with an ugly face as a raging fire broke out.
"Your Highness, come this way." The captain of the guard looked around cautiously, leading the prince to retreat to a safe corner bit by bit.
Suddenly, an arrow came sharply towards Taiyang's forehead. Although it was blocked at the last moment, the prince was still shocked.
The prince looked up and saw a man in black on the rooftop opposite, holding a bow and arrow and staring at him from a distance.
Under the gaze of the prince, the man in black brazenly raised his hand and shot him with an arrow, a blatant provocation.
The prince looked at the person who quickly disappeared into the night and sneered, "Fu Siye! I want you to die badly."
Nothing dares to provoke him like this!
Lu Chuan on the side said with an ugly expression, "Is it Fu Siye?"
The prince nodded, "The bow and arrows in his hand belong to His Majesty the Father after he won the battle."
It was made of gold, and it was particularly dazzling even in the night. He recognized it at a glance.
"It's troublesome." Lu Chuan said, "Let's leave Jiangnan as soon as possible."
Because Fu Jingchao was young and had been deliberately praised by the emperor in the capital, his methods were sometimes not rigorous enough.
But Fu Siye is the real troublesome person. He is a man who has been trained on the battlefield and acts resolutely and without leakage.
"Humph. I don't believe he really dares to do anything to me." The prince said.
Lu Chuan sighed at the side, "Fu Siye went crazy at night, but we can't treat it with normal thinking."
