Looking at the assassins lying around them, the imperial guards were pale, their eyes filled with lingering fear.

Jiang Chen snorted coldly, glanced at them askance, and said in a cold voice, "A bunch of good-for-nothings! The assassins almost reached me before you even noticed!"

Yang Muxi shook the blood off her sword and explained, "It's not their fault. These assassins have cultivated the Turtle Breath Technique, their aura as faint as the dead. Even I was almost fooled. It's normal that your men couldn't see through it."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen's expression softened a little. He turned his gaze to the men in black on the ground and frowned, "Which Jianghu sect are they from?"

Yang Muxi shook her head, "I don't know. There are all sorts of people in Jianghu. They may not belong to any particular sect."

"In my opinion, daring to assassinate a current prince, they are probably desperate criminals, or assassins cultivated by someone."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen nodded slightly. This was also his thought.

Although encountering an assassination was dangerous, there was fortune in misfortune. As long as he found out the origin of these assassins, he could catch the mastermind behind the scenes who had been troubling him for so long!

While Jiang Chen pondered, he signaled the imperial guards to take the men away and interrogate them after taking them back to the imperial prison.

"Muxi, thank you very much today. If you hadn't been here, I'm afraid my life would have been in danger." He cupped his fist and thanked her sincerely.

Yang Muxi rarely saw Jiang Chen so serious. She was a little at a loss for a moment, and even forgot to haggle over his form of address, her ears slightly red:

"You, you don't have to be so polite. We are friends, it's right for me to help you."

"By the way, the origin of these people is not simple. Be careful in your actions in the future, and don't be ambushed again!"

Jiang Chen nodded and frowned, "These people should be here because of the Mei Wen Shi incident. The rebels' power is somewhat beyond my expectations."

Hearing this, a touch of solemnity appeared on Yang Muxi's face as well, "Are Mei Wen Shi's accomplices seeking revenge on you?"

Jiang Chen nodded, "Ninety percent possible."

Yang Muxi's beautiful eyes flashed with worry, "Then what should we do?"

"Now you are in the open, and they are in the dark. Just passively defending like this, one day they will succeed!"

Seeing this, Jiang Chen suddenly moved closer, a mischievous smile on his lips, "Muxi, are you worried about me?"

Yang Muxi's pretty face stiffened. She felt uncomfortable all over from the approaching masculine aura and said helplessly, "You are my friend, shouldn't I be concerned about you?"

"On the contrary, you are messing around with these trivial matters at this critical moment of life and death. You're not serious at all."

Jiang Chen touched his nose, took a few steps back, and said with a smile, "Okay, I'm not kidding."

"Muxi, what I really want to ask is, are you willing to be my strategist for a while?"

"Strategist? What do you mean?" Yang Muxi was a little suspicious.

Jiang Chen explained, "You are highly skilled in martial arts and know a lot about Jianghu affairs, so I want to hire you for a while to advise me and protect my safety."

Yang Muxi glanced at him with her beautiful eyes and refused decisively, "Impossible, you should go find someone else."

She didn't want to go, not because of face issues, but because Jiang Chen's ulterior motives were obvious. If she agreed, wouldn't she be walking into the tiger's den?

"Muxi, think about who I offended the Mei family for, and offended these rebels for?"

"Now that things are done, you just leave me alone to my enemies. Does that make sense? If I die because of your indifference, will your conscience be clear?" Jiang Chen began to distort the facts.

A look of hesitation flashed across Yang Muxi's pretty face, and she frowned, "What about Jing Yue by your side? Why isn't she here today?"

"I can feel that her skills are no less than mine. You already have her, there's no need to come to me."

Jiang Chen's eyes flickered, and he said pitifully, "This, Jing Yue is just someone my imperial brother lent me, and she will return to the palace to report from time to time."

Although this explanation was reasonable, Yang Muxi intuitively felt that the guy in front of her was not telling the truth. She narrowed her beautiful eyes and said, "Jiang Yan, are you planning something bad in your heart?"

"I'm telling you, it's impossible for me to stay by your side as a strategist. You better give up this idea as soon as possible."

Jiang Chen didn't give up and wanted to persuade her again.

But at this moment, outside the small courtyard, a roar suddenly erupted.

"Follow me, avenge Lord Zhao Minghe!!"

As soon as the words fell, the remaining assassins outside the courtyard formed a formation and broke through in one direction, attempting to kill their way into the small courtyard.

They were highly skilled in martial arts and unafraid of death. In the blink of an eye, they had killed several imperial guards.

Although the hidden guards on the side wanted to support them, they were held back by the suddenly erupting opponents.

Witnessing this chaotic situation, Jiang Chen's expression sank, and a trace of contemplation flashed in his eyes.

Remnants of Zhao Minghe?

Around him, dozens of imperial guards were on full alert, cold sweat seeping from their foreheads.

Yang Muxi on the side had already placed her slender hand on the hilt of her sword. Although she was very tough on the surface, she ultimately cared about Jiang Chen.

Just as everyone was tense, a clear and cold voice, filled with endless killing intent, descended on the small courtyard.

"Rebels, be executed!"

It was Jing Yue!

She was dressed in tight-fitting clothes, her pretty face full of murderous aura, and her cold, stern eyes made people unwilling to look at her.

"Shua shua!"

With a swing of her sword, blood rained in the air.

Several men in black who were blocking the entrance to the small courtyard were decapitated and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the strong man in black who led the breakout quickly returned to defense, looked at Jing Yue warily, and said gloomily, "Attack together, make a quick decision, and get rid of this bitch."

As soon as the words fell, a group of people swarmed forward.

Seeing the opponent make such a stupid judgment, a hint of mockery flashed in Jing Yue's eyes, "Ridiculous."

While speaking, she flew forward, her figure as light and agile as the wind, making it impossible for people to grasp her.

"Shua!"

Another sword strike, instantly reaping two lives, so fast that people couldn't react!

The merciless killing made the men in black tremble with fear in their hearts.

Seemingly feeling the emotions of his companions, the burly man at the head roared, raised the broadsword in his hand, and slashed at Jing Yue with the force of splitting a mountain.

The blade cut through the air, blowing up the broken hair between Jing Yue's forehead, but she did not dodge or evade, only a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes.

Seeing this, the burly man's heart skipped a beat, and he was about to order the people around him to besiege her.

But Jing Yue suddenly raised her hand, and the obliquely stabbing sword directly cut off his hands. Suddenly, blood spurted out, staining his vision red.

"Ah!"

The burly man let out a heart-wrenching scream, his eyes filled with deep despair.

Losing his hands was more unacceptable to him than losing his life.

A look of fear also flashed in the eyes of the few accomplices around him. This woman was too ruthless, either death or disability!

"Assassinating His Majesty is an unforgivable crime!"

"You worms, go to hell and atone for your sins!" The cold and bone-piercing voice rang out, making the assassins tremble with fear.

Once Jing Yue's killing intent was aroused, it could not be stopped by these few lives.

Wherever her sword pointed, broken limbs flew and blood splattered… The murderous look made Jiang Chen's eyelids twitch!