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

"If you want to kill or chop him up, do it quickly."

The assassin was quite courageous. He was sweating profusely from the pain, but he still stood straight and faced Gu Qingzhi.

Gu Qingzhi squatted down and shook her head: "I haven't planned to kill you yet, why do you want to die?"

The man was obviously stunned: "What?"

"Are you the assassin from Wutong Lane?" Gu Qingzhi didn't want to waste time and asked him directly.

When his origins were revealed, the man couldn't hide the shock on his face. Realizing that he was exposed, he quickly turned his face away and pretended to be calm.

"What is Sycamore Lane? I've never heard of it!"

Gu Qingzhi frowned, took the mask and tied the assassin's hands behind his back, pressing the blade tighter against him.

"If you still don't admit it, I can also make a cut on your body and slowly let your blood drain."

Seeing that Gu Qingzhi was going to get serious, the assassin nodded his head hurriedly.

"I am! I am, okay!"

Gu Qingzhi nodded with satisfaction, and then asked, "Zuo Chengyu recruited you and sent you to assassinate Guang'an Hou's legitimate son, is that true or not?"

"Yes."

The assassin had no idea who Gu Qingzhi was, but these two sentences exposed all his secrets, and he immediately shrank like a dried eggplant.

"You even killed a child for a little money. Didn't Old Man Qin teach you the rules?"

Gu Qingzhi sneered, and used the tip of the knife to lift the man's head in front of him, forcing him to look at her.

The assassin begged for mercy.

"No, no, no! I am just obsessed with money. Who are you? How do you know everything?"

Gu Qingzhi had an idea and took back the Lan Zhou that was resting on his chin, motioning him to look.

The assassin stared at the two words "Lan Zhou" on the blade for a long time. He seemed to have forgotten the pain of having his arm removed and was stunned for a long time.

The two small words on the dagger seemed to have some magical power, and they instantly made his face turn pale.

"You...you are..."

He stuttered for a long time but the two words didn't come out of his mouth. There was only fear in his eyes as he looked at Gu Qingzhi.

The purpose of deterrence has been achieved. Gu Qingzhi once again confirmed that Old Man Qin’s promotion of the name "Lanzhou" was a bit exaggerated, but it is not a bad thing that it can play a role now.

Looking at the assassin who was half frightened out of his wits, she kicked him hard again, and only then did he come back to his senses.

"The rule of Wutong Lane is that there can't be two tigers in one mountain. You killed someone on my territory, which means you interfered with my business. I can deal with you as I please. How about cutting the tendons of your hands and feet so that you can only crawl on the ground from now on?"

There are not too many rules in Wutong Lane, both explicit and implicit. Most of the time, the assassins have absolute freedom. It is only to prevent malicious competition that Old Man Qin made such a rule.

In her previous life, Gu Qingzhi didn't take this to heart, because her strength was there and she acted according to her own temperament. She didn't expect that she would have to use these rules now.

The assassin in front of him had already been frightened, and when he heard Gu Qingzhi say such sinister words in a calm manner, his face turned pale with fright.

"Brother Lanzhou, spare my life! I really didn't know you were here. Please don't kill me!"

His voice trembled, and he fell to the ground, kowtowed to Gu Qingzhi repeatedly.

After scaring him enough, Gu Qingzhi stood up and looked down at him, crossed her arms and said, "I'll give you a chance to atone for your crime, do you want it?"

Upon hearing this, the assassin nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, yes. Brother Lanzhou, just give me your orders."

"Well, you do as I say later, and I will pretend that what happened today never happened."

Gu Qingzhi lifted the curtain on the bed, looked at the eldest son of Marquis Guang'an who was unconscious and peaceful, and took out a wrapped pill from her arms.

This was a fake death drug that she had specially asked Gu Fengping to make using his rare and strange herbs in order to deal with the Zuo Xiang and his son.

The countermeasure she and Feng Zhanye agreed upon was to use the fake-death drug to make Zuo Chengyu mistakenly believe that the eldest son of Marquis Guang'an was successfully killed by an assassin.

Gu Qingzhi originally planned to deal with the assassin and wait for Zuo Chengyu to send someone to the villa to discover his dead son.

Who would have thought that the assassin sent came from Wutong Lane, which saved her a lot of trouble.

Gu Qingzhi stuffed the pill into the child's throat, lifted his chin slightly, and forced him to swallow the pill.

After waiting for a while, the child on the bed almost stopped breathing. She felt his pulse which had disappeared, and knew that the medicine had taken effect, so she turned and looked at the assassin beside her.

"Take him to report to Zuo Chengyu later and tell him that he has been suffocated to death. After Zuo Chengyu examines the body, he will naturally let you throw him into the lotus pond. Just do as he says and I will pick him up later."

The assassin knelt on the ground, glanced at the child on the bed, and agreed hesitantly.

"Remember, the security of the Prime Minister's Residence is much stricter than what you see. When you go to the North Courtyard, there will definitely be people watching you. Don't reveal your identity, and don't have any evil thoughts."

The assassin nodded vigorously, and Gu Qingzhi then untied his bound hands, grabbed his shoulders and lifted him up suddenly, then put the removed arm back intact.

The assassin stretched his shoulders twice, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, brother. You are Lan Zhou. I know my own worth. I will definitely do what you say."

While Gu Qingzhi and the assassin were discussing the specific actions to be taken later, Feng Zhanye had already followed Zuo Chengyu's servant back to Chongshan Pavilion.

The young man was led to a remote room, where he saw Zuo Chengyu, dressed in a bright red wedding gown, standing with his hands behind his back. At this moment, the groom, who was supposed to be spending the wedding night, left his bride aside and looked at the room opposite through a silk embroidered painting of flowers and birds.

Feng Zhanye followed his line of sight and saw through the translucent silk that Guo Maoheng, who was sitting on the couch at the other end of the room, had a red face and was talking drunkenly.

I don’t know what tricks Zuo Chengyu used, but he did look drunk.

Yuan, who was beside him, brought over a bowl of sobering soup and helped him feed it with great effort, while muttering some resentment in her voice.

"My Lord, you are really stupid. You knew that coming here today was risky, so how could you act on impulse and get so drunk? It's not decent at all."

Zuo Chengyu heard Feng Zhanye coming in and didn't say much politeness. He went straight to the point: "Zhanye, how is the matter going?"

Feng Zhanye nodded slightly: "I have brought the child back to the other courtyard."

"Well done." Zuo Chengyu patted his shoulder with a satisfied smile, then looked at the servant beside him, "How are the accompanying servants?"

"A servant and two maids from Guang'an Marquis's mansion are looking for the legitimate son, and no one has thought of going to the other courtyard." The servant replied respectfully.

The plan went smoothly as expected. Zuo Chengyu was in a very good mood. He nodded casually and stared at Guo Maoheng with a sullen laugh.

“Very good. In this case, we will just wait for the truth to come out. Zhan Ye, you can go to your father’s room and wait there.”

Feng Zhanye nodded obediently, turned around and left the room.

He did not leave, but stood still in the corridor, silently listening to Zuo Chengyu's voice coming from the house.

"Why didn't we see the young guard who always followed him? Send some people to my father's place to keep an eye on the situation. I'll go back to the North Courtyard."

Hearing the footsteps in the house, Feng Zhanye's slender eyes revealed a hint of coldness, and he walked towards the depths of Chongshan Pavilion.

It sounds extremely unfair that innocent women and children were ruthlessly dragged into the power struggle because of a court meeting with different political views.

But let alone standing up for others, Feng Zhan Ye now cannot even control his own destiny. He has to live entirely according to the faces of Zuo Xiang and his son. This feeling of powerlessness is truly uncomfortable.

When will this life of living under someone else's roof end?