Darkness gradually filled the sky. Countless stars broke through the night veil and peeked out. The night's moisture slowly seeped into the air, spreading a sentimental atmosphere. Shang Wuxin stood in front of the bedroom window and looked up at the sky. The starry sky was particularly clear, and the distant stars shone like tiny tears.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the air. The guards in the Prince's Mansion started fighting with some unknown men in black. If these guards were not all subordinates of Shang Wuxin, these men in black would have been able to enter the house tonight without anyone noticing.
"Crown Prince!" Wu Ju's worried voice came from outside the bedroom. Because Wu Wei had to train the guards recently and was very busy and not in the Crown Prince's mansion, but Wu Wei explained all the trivial matters in the Crown Prince's life to Wu Ju one by one. Wu Ju also took care of the Crown Prince's daily life very well from his initial discomfort to his current ease.
"Hmm..." Shang Wuxin's indifferent voice came from the bedroom, as if the fighting in the dark night posed no threat to her at all.
Wu Jue's originally uneasy heart calmed down, and then he picked up his weapon and stood vigilantly at the door of the bedroom, wondering when Chief Steward Hai would come back. If Chief Steward Hai came back, the prince's safety would be more guaranteed.
Shang Wuxin listened and watched the fighting outside without a trace of fluctuation in his eyes. Although these guards were well trained by Chief Steward Hai, they had always been in training and had very little actual combat. No matter the casualties today, it was a good thing for them. This way, they would be more vigilant and work harder in the future, and they would also know the fragility of life.
These killers who came here were very good in martial arts and well-trained. Shang Wuxin was somewhat impressed by what kind of killer organization this was that could train such outstanding killers. At this moment, the sound of Wu Jue fighting with someone was heard outside the door.
Wu Jue looked at the man who suddenly appeared outside the palace. Even though Wu Jue was always cold, he was still dazzled by the man's appearance. But then Wu Jue quickly came to his senses and said in a voice with some worry and fear, "Honorable Master of Hanxing Pavilion!"
Hanxing Pavilion is the world's number one killer organization. It is rumored that Hanxing Pavilion kills without blinking an eye. The leader of Hanxing Pavilion likes to wear red clothes and has a charming appearance. However, these are just rumors and few people have seen him. But now Wu Jue knows that this person must be the leader of Hanxing Pavilion. Apart from him, who else has such strength to easily break into the Prince's Mansion, and his martial arts are so high that he can't even withstand a few moves.
"Puff!" Wu Jue was knocked flying by the man's palm and crashed into the door of the bedroom, but Wu Jue immediately got up and wanted to continue guarding the door of the bedroom. However, the difference in strength caused Wu Jue to be knocked flying again and fell into a coma.
The man looked at Wu Jue who was lying there with some interest. This stupid prince actually had such a loyal person by his side. No, those guards outside the door were also loyal people. It seemed that this prince was not as the rumors said. The rumors among the people some time ago did not seem to be groundless.
Shang Wuxin raised his eyebrows when Wu Jue called out "Master of Hanxing Pavilion". It was really fate. He hadn't gone to look for Han Xuanhao of Hanxing Pavilion yet, but this person came by himself. Moreover, after Shang Wuxin came back that day, he investigated some things about Hanxing Pavilion. Although people didn't know what the master of Hanxing Pavilion was called, Shang Wuxin was sure that Han Xuanhao was the master of Hanxing Pavilion. How could such a person be someone else's subordinate?
"You're here!" A voice with a hint of smile but no sense of smile came into the man's ears. The man looked at the prince standing there, and was shocked at a glance! Standing by the window was a man in a black brocade robe with a jade belt and gold edges, outlining the overly thin figure of the young man. He wore a purple gold crown with a jewel on his head, like a flawless jade melted into a jade figure. Even if he stood there quietly, he was still graceful and charming, giving people a feeling of nobility and elegance.
(End of this chapter)