After sending off Qin nanny, Nalan, the Old Madam, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
And then she chuckled out loud.
The head maid Lizi asked with a smile, "Why is the Old Madam so happy?"
"You don’t understand, girl. Go to the storeroom, fetch some medicinal herbs, and make a trip to Qinglian Garden!"
Lizi responded and went to the storeroom to take the herbs, then headed to Qinglian Garden.
When Qin nanny returned, Nalan Jinlian was already asleep, truly asleep, listening to the steady breathing coming from inside the bed, Qin nanny checked the room thoroughly, extinguished the incense in the burner, didn’t allow any charcoal braziers, instructed the granny responsible for the heater dragon to be careful, and prepared hot and warm water, letting Chunqiu have a sound sleep on the soft bed in the adjoining room.
"Be alert during the night. If the young mistress wakes and wants to drink water, mix some warm water and send it over!"
Having instructed Chunqiu, she then called Chong Ling over, gave some instructions, Chong Ling nodded, and quietly left Qinglian Garden.
Lizi brought the medicinal herbs over but did not see Nalan Jinlian; Qin nanny received the herbs and informed Lizi.
"Please trouble Miss Lizi to go back and inform Old Madam that the young mistress is resting. Once her health is better, she will go to pay respects to Old Madam!"
Compared to the tranquility and serenity of the rear courtyard, Zhou Yunshen’s yard in the front was in deep water and scorching fire, where twenty-five men in black infiltrated the yard where Zhou Yunshen lived, twenty matching against the Hidden Guards Zhou Yunshen brought, four against Teng Fei, with one thrusting straight at Zhou Yunshen.
Their leader possessed extremely high martial arts abilities and was as light as a swallow, wielding a sword that was both swift and fierce, with a faint gleam.
The sword was poisoned.
Not only did their leader have a poisoned sword, but all the swords of the men he brought were poisoned, and they worked quite well in pairs.
They could even form teams of four, six, eight, or ten.
They seemed to have undergone training, forming formations, a pair doubling their power, a group of four would be even stronger, while groups of six, eight, or ten meant life-threatening strikes.
The person who was stabbed barely managed to utter a couple of groans before collapsing on the ground, their body festering, then turning into a pool of blood.
Teng Fei was overwhelmed and shouted loudly, "Everyone, everyone, protect the Crown Prince!"
Zhou Yunshen, facing the leader, was somewhat caught off guard.
Who was this? Such incredible martial arts skill?
Yet at this moment, he had no time to think.
Trying to retreat to the yard only to be intercepted, unable to get out, while the people he brought, whether in the light or hidden, dwindled one by one, and finally, only Teng Fei remained.
The leader of the men in black raised his hand, "Withdraw!"
A group of men in black swiftly evacuated.
Zhou Yunshen left the room, looked towards the neighboring yard, and saw Chu Yu sitting on the rooftop, holding a jar of wine, drinking while watching the drama.
"Prince Rui is indeed indifferent!"
Chu Yu sneered, "I used to be passionate, at least not as cold as now, watching a life not saving. The Crown Prince should know why I turned out , so don’t complain, because you, Zhou Yunshen, don’t have the right!"
"You..." Teng Fei was furious, but didn’t know how to refute Chu Yu.
Because the one at fault wasn’t Chu Yu.
Zhou Yunshen said nothing, seeing the old Marquess and his people coming with injuries and stumbling, knowing they had been attacked too.
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"Crown Prince, I am late to save you!" said the old Marquess, and knelt down.
Zhou Yunshen gestured, "Stand up!"
Their target was him, but why did they withdraw at the end?
This puzzled him greatly!
"Thank you, Crown Prince!" said the old Marquess, standing up, and continued, "Crown Prince, please take a rest, the guest yard will be tidied up soon!"
Zhou Yunshen nodded lightly, gesturing to Teng Fei to summon more people.
At least three times more than the dead.
Teng Fei took the orders and went.
Zhou Yunshen headed to the tidied guest yard.
But unexpectedly, when Teng Fei brought the people out, they were intercepted and killed again.
Still those men in black as before, but the number grew from twenty-five to a hundred, ten people per group, that leader stood not far, with the sword planted on the ground, hands clasped around its hilt, a cold and indifferent gaze overlooking the battlefield.
For those attempting to flee and report, he didn’t have to make a move, someone from the darkness would directly dispose of them.
Until only Teng Fei was left, then calmly said, "Withdraw..."