Courting death, Housekeeper Tan cherished Huanhuan the most. Ye Zhi and the little traitor mourned for the black-clad man for a second.
With a strong kick, combined with falling onto the stone slab from mid-air, the solid stone slab left the black-clad man lying still on the ground.
Huanhuan used her Qinggong to leap from the eaves gracefully. During her studies at the Imperial College, her Qinggong was temporarily guided by Housekeeper Tan, coupled with occasional application training, progressing steadily.
The other three climbed the ladder obediently, one after the other.
A silk shoe kicked his back, and Ye Zhi pressed on, "Speak, who sent you? Or else we’ll greet you with the ten brutal tortures."
Beside her, Huanhuan, with a face full of cunning, mimicked Ye Zhi and also kicked his back, "That’s right, quickly say it."
Wang Mao, recovering from the fall, glared sharply, just about to teach the little creatures a lesson, but then...
"Hum, hum."
Two muffled groans came, and after taking a few hits, the man on the ground became even more compliant.
Housekeeper Tan patted the dust off his hands, sighing that people nowadays don’t shed tears until they see the coffin.
"Hurry and tell us, who sent you, or this is no joke."
Relying on her backing, Huanhuan, familiar with threats and intimidation, urged.
Ye Zhi also pressed on, "Quickly tell us who it was, and we might spare your life."
The little ones, being genuine good citizens, were not sinister-minded, nor did they have much experience in harsh interrogation; their feeble words were of no use to the Hidden Guard on the ground.
"Let him go."
A hoarse voice was heard.
You could tell right away it was the young master of the Zhao family, Zhao Jun.
The man had crawled to the window sill, always observing the fight, and spoke at the right moment.
Ye Zhi’s small face was full of puzzlement, her delicate eyebrows slightly frowning, "To let him go back is undoubtedly like letting a tiger return to the mountain; I’m afraid the aftermath will be endless. It might be better to detain him in the mansion; after informing Father and Mother, then report it to the authorities. In this land, is there really no law?"
"Let him leave; this matter, I don’t know how to explain to you." Zhao Jun’s face was calm by the window sill, saying nothing more.
Since the person involved spoke, the little ones no longer bothered the black-clad man on the ground, allowing him to leave.
Wang Mao, really leaving, received a kick, plus a few palm strikes, not yet recovered, exerted force in his Qinggong to no avail, stealthily sneaked out of Ye Mansion, looking much like a thief.
Entered with a Qinggong leap, gracious and willful~
Left with a body of injuries, sneaking like a thief to the side of the mansion wall, climbing over the wall to leave~
Life is just ups and downs, and downs and downs...
Upon leaving, that chubby man left a harsh remark, if the Ye Mansion is disturbed again, the next time will be a direct visit.
Wang Mao staggered back to Prince An’s Mansion, reporting truthfully to the Prince.
That night.
Prince An, not sleeping at the midnight hour, was furious, berating several Hidden Guards harshly once more.
"You tell me, do I keep you around just to freeload? With your skills, how can you contend with the Six Gates, how to stabilize the throne? Usually not training your skills diligently, in crucial times all you know is disgrace, Zhao Jun must be mocking my subordinates’ incompetence now."
"Crash." A white porcelain teacup hit the ground.
Several shards scattered.
Feeling not yet vented, Li Shu smashed a few more teacups, but aimed them at the Hidden Guards.
Five black-clad Hidden Guards remained silent, kneeling on one knee on the ground, allowing the white porcelain teacups to fall onto their strong bodies, without a hint of resistance.
The man sitting at the main seat took two deep breaths, confirming, "Did Zhao Jun really say he wouldn’t reveal anything about this Prince to anyone?"