Qin Jun's brows relaxed.
A dead assassin was better than one that had escaped assassin.
After all, he was the one who had invited Li Yunzhao over. His only wish now was for the Fourth Prince not to use this against him when he returned to the imperial city.
"Men!" Qin Jun shouted.
A guard marched into the courtyard.
"My lord!"
"Clean this up."
The guard looked at the corpse on the ground. Without a second thought, he dragged it away.
Li Yunzhao slowly got up to his feet. He looked up at the moon which had just risen in the skies and saw that the new moon resembled a sickle.
It was getting late, so he should be heading back.
He had been out for long enough. If he was not back when the Empress Dowager summoned him, he dared not imagine the consequences.
"Old Mister, I'll return tomorrow. Farewell," Li Yunzhao said.
