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Meng Fuyao had a decent impression of him. She remembered during Yun Hen's battle, this prince had given his all in the fight, but when he lost, he lost with honor, displaying true sportsmanship—a worthy opponent for Yun Hen indeed.

Her gaze landed on Hua Yan. From his eyes, she could see his anxiety and desperation, yet there was no ounce of fear. Satisfied with what she saw, she turned back. ”But, it doesn't seem that reasonable just to let you guys go like this…”

The man in grey panicked as he frantically tried to convince her. ”King of Han…”

”This is not your Eternal Sky Clan's traitor.” Meng Fuyao eyed him coldly. ”If your traitor is the Prince of Xuanji, Eternal Sky Clan would be building a country right now! Lies. How dare you lie in front of me?!”

The man in grey turned pale as beads of cold sweat started forming on his forehead. After some hesitation, he asked carefully, ”What would Your Highness like me to do so that you will let us off?”

”Easy.” Meng Fuyao gestured. ”I am, after all, still the ruler of Chang Han. The safety of the civilians here are my responsibility. You guys are here, on my territory, to kill someone. If I let you guys off without a plausible reason, wouldn't it be too humiliating for me?”

The man in grey hung his head down as he contemplated. Meng Fuyao craned her head back and looked at the sky with her hands behind her back while Zhangsun Wuji, Zhan Beiye, and Ya Lanzhu remained silent. They were used to Meng Fuyao handling her own affairs; Afterall, Meng Fuyao had been enlightened from the best of the best—learning how to be black-hearted from Zhangsun Wuji, ferocious from Zhan Beiye and acting like a ruffian from Ya Lanzhu. And of course, the trio was more than happy to save themselves from the trouble.

The man in grey searched for ways to get out of this quickly. He knew that if he did not give any reason, it would be impossible for him to leave. The truth was that any of the leaders would have dealt with it the same way she did; Meng Fuyao was already being very polite about it. It turned out that she wasn't as unreasonable as the rumors made her out to be and were someone who knew to change with circumstances.

'We would have to deal with this figure of authority sooner or later, so I guess it's fine to do her a favor,' he thought naively.

And so, this person, who failed both at being an assassin and a politician, inched closer to Meng Fuyao. In a hushed voice, he whispered, ”Your Highness, please keep this a secret… This is someone that the Eleventh Prince is after… He wants to see him, dead or alive!”

Xuanji's Eleventh Prince, Feng Xuan's favorite son and the empress' first son.

Meng Fuyao's mind traveled back to the content that Zhangsun Wuji had tossed at her that day. She smiled and asked, ”Oh… I see, but why does the Eleventh Prince want to kill him?”

The man in grey looked at her doubtfully, unable to comprehend why this politician that rose through the ranks in such a short time would ask such a childish question. But even so, he carefully replied, ”I only vaguely heard that this Prince has something important with him, and that needs to be taken back…”

Meng Fuyao replied with a 'mhm' and smiled. Stretching herself, she muttered, ”Ah… Wasted a good's night sleep… Well, this is enough.”

She nodded in the direction of the man in grey and revealed a bright smile.

Caught by surprise, the man in grey frantically returned a polite smile, showing off his eye that was dug out, sending shivers down the spines of those who saw it.

Meng Fuyao continued to smile sweetly and then, turned with her hands behind her back. Without saying another word, she calmly walked away.

The man in grey watched her back in bewilderment, not understanding what she meant. Then, suddenly, a low, raspy voice emanating with a murderous aura ordered:

”Kill!”

The voice was swift like a blade, and then, before the man in grey could regain his senses, fireworks of blood bloomed in front of him, spurting out of the necks and bodies of those who he knew.

In the midst of the chaos, he saw the lady's back slowly disappear. From the beginning to the end, she never once turned back.

His eyes slowly drooped down, seeing the new big hole being created in his chest. Through that hole, he miraculously saw his own brothers collapsing into their own blood, and their corpses were being trampled over.

And then, he collapsed too.

The last thought of his life was:

'She didn't seem to have promised to let us off…”

Meng Fuyao made her way towards Hua Yan's side as though she could not hear the anguished screams of those behind her. She glanced at him and ordered the guards to send him to the manor. Then she turned back towards Ya Lanzhu and asked, ”Zhu Zhu, are you okay?”

”Nah, it's just some small wounds.” But then, guilt hit her as she quietly said, ”Fuyao, I've caused you trouble again…”

”What do you mean 'caused me trouble'?” Meng Fuyao laughed heartily. ”It's me. I'm a natural trouble receptor. And putting all matters aside, bullying my friend on my territory and he still expects me to let him off? Dream on!”