The assassins retreated one after another, melting into the chaotic crowd, and then dispersed under cover, escaping from another direction. There were many family's descendants present, and even if they were just common people, it would not be good to shoot them wildly, especially with a princess there.
Prime Minister's archers, hesitant to make a move, couldn't unleash their power, but some archers, under the housekeeper's command, slung their bows and arrows on their backs and drew their short blades, quickly advancing towards the stage.
This was effective, but it also drove the assassins to become cornered like crazed dogs, attacking even more fiercely.
Qin Yu glanced at these fierce assassins and deduced from their skills and attire—they were not from the same group that had attacked him at the posthouse that night and stabbed her thigh.
Who could it be?
