That Uncle Cheng, loves beauty, not power, has no interest in the throne, so let’s see if he cares about his son!

Throughout the entire process, Huangfu Yuxuan had already calculated everything. As long as Huangfu Jingchen is alive, he would use him as a shield, drawing Huangfu Hanyu’s attention away from himself. This way, he would have ample time to plot in secret.

If Huangfu Jingchen were killed, it would conveniently drag Prince Cheng and his wife who stay out of the matter into the fray, using them as pawns.

Sipping and chatting with the people of the Ministry of Justice, Huangfu Yuxuan felt at ease. At present, everything was unfolding smoothly according to his plan, and he had gained the strong assistance of Haotian Village.

The other members of Haotian Village were already roaming the Jianghu, ready to serve him if he wished. The Village Chief and Second Village Chief were in the Capital City, seemingly ready to obey his commands at any moment.

What excited him more was that Xia Wanqing had arrived at the Capital City. He had already released that news; Xia Wenjin wouldn’t be far behind, would he?

Once Xia Wenjin arrives, it would be near the date of their grand wedding.

Cancel the engagement?

That’s impossible!

Capital City.

However, the situation on Huangfu Jingchen’s side was already precarious!

That super first-class expert had unleashed his ultimate move.

The blade in his hand carried the weight of Mount Tai, chopping heavily towards Huangfu Jingchen. As Jingchen dodged, he suddenly switched from chopping to thrusting. The previous strike seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, yet this light thrust was incredibly agile.

It’s hard to imagine how he handled the contrast between heavy and light so effortlessly, without any transition. Such skillfulness, such naturalness, it’s evident that super first-class experts are indeed difficult to deal with!

When Huangfu Jingchen avoided the opponent’s heavy chop, he nearly exhausted all his strength. At that moment, when old strength had been spent and new strength hadn’t arisen, that expert’s blade struck at an angle, incredibly fast.

Jingchen couldn’t dodge this blade. His heart calmed down instead; if he couldn’t dodge, then he wouldn’t dodge. He would perish together with this man, even if he couldn’t, he had to deliver a heavy blow.

Only if this super first-class expert died or was heavily injured, Qin Shu and the others would have a sliver of hope.

By this time, only one Hidden Guard remained, standing back-to-back with Uncle Qin, while the opponent still had four people.

This time, the opponents were well-prepared but still somewhat hasty.

Jingchen understood this was because he didn’t return directly to Cheng Prince Mansion from the Imperial Palace but went to Prince Kang Mansion first, so those people must have been ambushing elsewhere, then transferred upon receiving news of his route change.

This street corner might be more hidden than their previous ambush spot, but after all, it was a temporary adjustment. If it hadn’t been for the super first-class expert among them, they would have had a chance to break out earlier.

Regrettably, in the face of absolute strength, tactics seem so futile.

Just when Huangfu Jingchen had already made up his mind and didn’t evade the deadly move, as his soft sword rolled towards the opponent’s ribs, suddenly he was forcefully pushed away by someone, followed by the dull sound of a blade piercing flesh lightly.

Huangfu Jingchen turned back, his eyes filled with rage: "Uncle Qin!"

It was Old Qin who pushed him away at the critical moment, and that blow was stabbed into Old Qin’s body, penetrating from front to back. However, his soft sword, originally directed at the opponent’s ribs, due to Old Qin’s heavy push, ironically slashed diagonally down from the super first-class expert’s lower right.

The blade was extremely sharp, almost severing the man’s waist.

Not just Huangfu Jingchen, even the man himself hadn’t expected it.

After the sudden chill came overwhelming pain, and then he saw blood starting to spill below his waist, he cried out in terror.

Although his martial arts had reached super first-class, yet such a master had to be utilized by others, engaging in assassination deeds, clearly his temperament hadn’t reached super first-class.

But what happened earlier was indeed beyond human calculation – who could have predicted Old Qin substituting his body? Who could have anticipated the forcibly diverted blade of Jingchen would slash diagonally downward? If Jingchen hadn’t wielded a soft sword, this effect wouldn’t have been possible, yet he happened to have a soft sword capable of straightening, bending, turning, and retracting.

Such coincidence, no one foresaw it, and he had no way to preemptively defend against it.

At this moment, he dared not move, emitting terrified cries, which startled his companions – in that split second, Jingchen swiftly traversed, his soft sword slicing through wind, killing three, the last one also dying under the remaining Hidden Guard’s blade.

Recent opportunities were fleeting, Jingchen wasn’t a fledgling in Jianghu, although his heart grieved over Old Qin saving his life and shielding him from the blade, but he understood clearly, if the opponent still stood, they truly had no chance at survival.

With the opponents cleared away, Huangfu Jingchen hurriedly rushed towards Old Qin.

Old Qin grabbed Jingchen’s hand, weak yet determined: "Go... hurry... I’m done, don’t mind me..."

Jingchen shook his head, gritting his teeth, his eyes bloodshot: "We leave together!"

That Hidden Guard was also staggering now, had forced himself to kill one of their opponents earlier, taking advantage of their slight distraction, meanwhile trying to muster his inner strength to walk by Jingchen’s side, wishing to help support Old Qin together with him.

The carriage was gone, and the horse was dead, there were no people around, only to carry him back. Yet Old Qin’s wound was piercing through, and the injured areas were severe, clearly the chance was slim.

Old Qin urged anxiously: "Don’t mind me... hurry leave..."

"Leave? How could I leave you behind!"

"Leave? Can you leave?" An eerie voice suddenly sounded.

Jingchen’s eyes sharpened, gazing toward the source of the sound.

In the shadows, three figures stood at some unknown time, these three were like phantoms, completely cloaked in black cloaks, resembling snakes sticking out their tongues.

Old Qin, already at death’s door, his pupils contracted, struggling to utter a few words: "Antong Three Ghosts?"

Antong, located in Qinzhou, wasn’t quite famous, yet few in the Jianghu didn’t know about the Antong Three Ghosts.

These three were infamous assassins, ranking among the top hundred in the killer hierarchy of Jianghu.

Don’t underestimate the top hundred – Jianghu is teeming with experts, to enter the top hundred as a killer at least one must be a first-class master. These three were brothers, moreover triplets, albeit born dull-looking, nevertheless martial genius, tacitly connected, eventually mastering astounding skills.

After achieving mastery, they returned home, slaughtering all who had mocked their appearance.

In Jianghu, they were exceedingly malicious entities, committing all sorts of evil deeds.

Five years ago, it was rumored these Three Ghosts encountered a formidable character, suffered a big loss, hence vanished from Jianghu, people surmised they were dead.

Didn’t expect them to appear here!