Rebirth: The flatterer prince I raised couldn't be so clingy

What comes into view is a small house that is so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary, with only a few necessary furnishings.

She lit a candle in the moonlight and shone it around.

The room was now spotlessly clean, without a speck of dust, and there was no sign that anyone had ever lived there. It had obviously been cleaned up by the innkeeper, who probably did it so quickly because he was afraid of affecting his business.

In this way, even if there were any clues, they would probably have been cleared up.

Hopefully, Gu Qingzhi still wanted to look around, so she walked to the bed and reached out to flip over the quilt.

There really is nothing.

Gu Qingzhi went over the contents of the letter again in her mind and noticed something wrong.

Since the cause of death was acclimatization, it couldn't have been a sudden accident. It should have been noticed earlier, and there wouldn't have been no time to even see a doctor.

But if the left prime minister and his son did it on purpose, if they wanted to attribute the governor's death to illness, poisoning would be more convincing than assassination.

She turned her head to look at the tea set on the table. Under the candlelight, there were four wood-leaf-patterned teacups on the square tea tray, and a matching teapot next to it.

Turning over an upside-down teacup, one can see a layer of light yellow powder on the rim, which forms a sharp contrast with the wood color of the teacup itself.

She turned over the four teacups one by one, and only one of them was clean as if it was new, just like the teapot.

It seems that the person who was cleaning the house was also a lazy person. He only cleaned the teacup and teapot used by the governor, and was too lazy to even turn over the rest to take a look, which left some traces.

Gu Qingzhi took the towel under the tea tray, wiped the powder off a few tea cups, wrapped them up carefully and put them in her arms.

Since the house was not cleaned carefully, there was a high possibility that other things were hidden in other places in the house. Gu Qingzhi looked around the house carefully, even picking up the lantern beside the bed to check, but still found nothing.

Since it's not in the open, is there a possibility that it's hidden in the dark?

Everything else was visible at a glance, except the bed. Gu Qingzhi stared at the bed curtain hanging beside the couch. She took two steps and suddenly discovered that a corner of the cloth curtain near the wall was bulging, as if it was wrapping something.

Gu Qingzhi lifted the tent, reached in to take out the object, and found a layer of ash on her hand. The object turned out to be a brazier.

The brazier itself was very plain and not a valuable item. It looked like something from an inn, except for a piece of unburned letter placed inside it.

Only a corner of the letter was left, with some words still vaguely visible on it, but it had been burned beyond recognition. Gu Qingzhi picked up the letter, turned it over, and frowned.

Although the back of the letter was stained with ashes, the pattern drawn on it was extremely clear.

It seemed to be a totem, with complex winding patterns like some kind of mysterious and ancient talisman. Gu Qingzhi didn't understand the meaning, but overall, these talismans formed a snake head pattern.

After being burned, the entire totem took on a strange color that was neither red nor black, like long-dried blood, and it felt like it contained some kind of evil intent.

This might be the clue left by the governor! Could it be that the left prime minister and his son killed him just for this?

Just as Gu Qingzhi was about to put the letter into her arms, she felt a strong wind blowing past her ears and an arrow from a broken bow appeared in front of her.

Sensing the danger, Gu Qingzhi loosened his grip, and the piece of letter was pierced by the arrow and nailed to the ground.

At the same time, footsteps were heard from all sides of the house, the doors and windows were pushed open, and two masked black figures rushed into the house.

One of the men in black was burly and held a long knife in his hand. He slashed at Gu Qingzhi's face without saying a word.

She picked up the lantern stand beside her, used it to block the strong man's blade, and reached behind her waist, pulled out Lan Zhou and stabbed his arm.

The man was agile and quickly withdrew his hand to avoid the knife, then chopped again.

At the same time, another thin man in black also attacked her and stabbed at her with a long sword.

Although Gu Qingzhi was attacked from both sides, she was not nervous at all. She had already known from their skills that these two men must be assassins.

She had seen too many scenes like this in her previous life. The more people there were and the more chaotic the scene was, the more relaxed she became.

Most assassins are good at fighting alone, but when it comes to division of labor and cooperation, there is no tacit understanding at all.

What's more, the strength of these two people is not much stronger than the one who attacked Feng Zhanye that night.

As the two men saw the swords in their hands approaching Gu Qingzhi, they both exerted all their strength. Just when the sharp blades were about to pierce her body, she lay sideways.

Dodging the fatal attack, Gu Qingzhi reached out and slashed the thin man's heel. Blood stained Lan Zhou's sharp blade and penetrated deeply into the flesh.

A vibration like a rope being cut passed along the handle of the knife to the palm of her hand, probably the man's tendon.

"what!"

A shrill scream rang out in the silent night, scaring away the birds on the nearby roofs and disturbing the travelers' sweet dreams.

"What are you arguing about! Are you going to let me sleep?"

The person next door yelled angrily, totally unaware of what was going on in the room just across the wall.

The thin man, who lost his support, fell forward, but was hit in the chest by the strong man with the long knife in his hand, and blood splattered all over the ground.

There was a dull sound from the ground, and the man fell to the ground, dead.

Although one person died, the crisis is far from over.

While the sturdy man was stunned, Gu Qingzhi stood up, walked around the candle, and blew out the candle in one breath.

The room suddenly fell into darkness, and only the moonlight could reveal the general outline of the room.

If the two assassins just now were still a little bit troublesome, now that everyone can only rely on hearing, no one can escape from Gu Qingzhi alive.

The sturdy man seemed to be experienced. He cleverly avoided the open windows and hid himself completely in the darkness.

But this won't save your life.

The room was so small that the sounds of footsteps, clothes rubbing against each other, and the strong man's violent heartbeat all fell into Gu Qingzhi's ears exactly.

"laugh."

Gu Qingzhi's laughter made the sturdy man like a frightened bird, and he suddenly swung the long sword in the direction of the sound.

Unfortunately, there is nothing.

The next moment, a slender hand appeared from behind him like a ghost, passed through his neck and supported his chin.

The two words "Lan Zhou" engraved on the blade appeared before his eyes. The characters had long been soaked in blood, and under the cold moonlight, they exuded an indescribable charm.

The sturdy man's pupils suddenly contracted, and only then did he realize who he was wanting to kill.

But it was too late. When he tried to make a sound, only a fishy and salty liquid gurgled out of his mouth, and no sound could come out of his throat.

The shrinking pupils gradually enlarged, and then quickly spread out, and the strong man's body fell down with a loud bang.

This is why the assassins of Wutong Lane in the previous life regarded Lan Zhou as the number one assassin, and it is also Gu Qingzhi’s most terrifying ability.