When the prince is reborn, he will only hit me if he doesn't hit the wall!

Qin Yuechuan probably already had a guess about this person's identity.

He had seen her dressed like this before near the imperial mausoleum and in the suburbs where the Nanyuan envoys were stationed. When he saw her now, he had no doubt about it.

It’s Qin Liexing.

No, he is not the real Qin Liexing!

Qin Liexing suffers from a chronic illness and cannot practice martial arts. This person is most likely Qin Liexing's substitute shadow or something like that!

Thinking of this, Qin Yuechuan's attack became more and more rapid. Wherever the sword passed, the cold light was sharp, just like sweeping fallen leaves in autumn, clean and neat.

The person opposite was as nimble as a fox, and he dodged the attack with ease and without any effort.

Qin Yuechuan wanted to end the battle quickly and gathered all his strength on the tip of his sword, ready to use one last move to end his life. Suddenly, a dark shadow entered his sight, stepped forward to protect him, and blocked in front of him.

Several black-clad guards broke in through the window and formed a battle array to protect them, as if they had been prepared in advance, blocking the two of them layer by layer.

Qin Yuechuan recalled that when he was dealing with the guards outside just now, he heard it and caught a glimpse of a bunch of signal fireworks flashing by in his peripheral vision.

Looking for reinforcements?

Qin Yuechuan couldn't escape from the endless wheel fight for a while.

The other party had no intention of getting entangled with him. After protecting the man in fox fur and evacuating safely, except for a few people who were killed by Qin Yuechuan's sword, the rest of them all left.

The house was in a mess.

The few tables and chairs that were there were chopped into pieces, with wood chips flying everywhere. There were corpses and bloodstains, and the place was in a mess.

Qin Yuechuan stood there, sheathed his sword, and frowned in thought. Judging from the battle between the two men just now, this man's martial arts was obviously not weak, or it was possible that he was stronger than him.

Qin Yuechuan could predict that if that person fought back, it would be unclear who would win or lose.

He clearly had a chance to turn the tables, so why did he pretend he couldn't resist?

In addition, his swordsmanship is peculiar and strange. There is probably only one person in the world who knows his moves so well and can handle them with ease - "Wuming".

The person who taught him martial arts and reading in the temple when he was young.

Neither relative nor friend, neither teacher nor friend.

This is the most detailed description of the relationship between the two.

He is a man of few words and never does anything meaningless, including telling his real name.

In his words, "I just follow orders and do my job, that's all."

He even didn't want Qin Yuechuan to call him master and disciple, and just said: "It's all part of my job."

Apart from the necessary teaching and guidance, he never even said a word to Qin Yuechuan.

He would not use his free comings and goings to help Qin Yuechuan complete any task, no matter how insignificant it was.

He only lent a helping hand when his life and his mother's life were threatened.

Even on the day he left after completing his mission, he only left behind a two-word piece of paper with "Goodbye" on it as a farewell, and there was no news from him since then.

Come quietly and leave silently.

If the thing in his hand had not been considered as a trace, Qin Yuechuan once doubted whether such a person really existed.

After living in the temple for many years, Qin Yuechuan knew nothing about his background and could only call him "Wuming".

So far, we can only guess that he is most likely from the palace.

Without knowing the name or official position, there was no way to search the huge palace. But Qin Yuechuan didn't care. Since "Wuming" was deliberately covering it up, he didn't want to get to the bottom of it and explore the origin.

He once thought that the mountains were high and the waters were long, and they would never meet again.

Perhaps throughout his life, he will never have any contact with "nameless" again.

I didn't expect to meet you today, after many years, no, a lifetime.

I never expected that "Wuming" was actually Qin Liexing's man.

When did he join Prince Su's army, and why did he become his substitute shadow.

Qin Yuechuan didn't care and had no intention of exploring.

We don't have much of a relationship, I'm just following orders.

Qin Yuechuan only knew that if they met again in the future, they would probably be at war.

Prince Su's Palace

It was late at night, but the lights in the warm room were still bright.

Qin Liexing was lying on a soft animal-skin couch, wearing a fox fur coat, supporting his chin with one hand, holding a scroll with the other, and holding a warm hand warmer in his arms, quietly waiting for news to be reported.

He leisurely turned the pages of the book in his hand. The candle on the table became smaller and smaller, but he did not show the slightest sign of anxiety.

At about 3 p.m., a servant in the mansion reported: "Your Majesty, 'Wuming' is back."

Qin Liexing still lowered his eyes and said lightly: "Bring him in." No more words were said.

After a moment, Wuming walked in slowly.

His figure was almost the same as Qin Liexing, with broad eyebrows and dark complexion. He walked into the warm room with steps as steady as a mountain.

He returned in a hurry and met Qin Liexing immediately after entering the mansion. He had not had time to change out of his fox fur and other clothes.

Compared to the freezing cold outside, the steaming heat in the warm room can be described as scorching heat for a normal martial artist. It only stays for a moment, and the chest feels stuffy like soaked cotton cloth, and the breathing is damp and blocked.

Wuming remained calm, bowed and said, "I am late, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Qin Liexing simply shifted his gaze from the book and looked up at him, without moving his body at all.

"Is everything going well? Can Ling Qiu be brought back?"

"It's still okay. Ling Qiu has been brought back for treatment. However, he is disabled. The palace doctor said that his left arm is broken and his right arm is also damaged. I'm afraid he will be a cripple in the future."

Qin Liexing's expression was calm: "No problem. As for the body, I'll give him another one if I find one that's usable."

It was as if the "body" he mentioned was nothing more than ordinary vegetables in the hands of the chef in the mansion, which he could pick at will.

Wuming was silent for a moment, then said, "There is no suitable male body in the mansion..."

"I got a new one from the Xu Mansion a few days ago. That one will be fine."

Wuming raised his head hesitantly: "Your Majesty, she is a girl... and if she is not suitable, I am afraid she can only live for three months..."

"For people with lowly lives, being alive is a blessing, let alone men and women."

"Three months is long enough. How many people in the world can earn three months of life from the hands of the King of Hell?"

Wuming has no way to refute it.

The person in front of me had a gentle and calm look in his eyes. To outsiders, his every move and gesture was like that of a banished immortal.

Solitary and indifferent, pure and elegant, like a pine tree or a crane.

Who could have imagined that this noble prince who seemed to have fallen into the mortal world was not as gentle and harmless as he appeared, but that he possessed secret skills and had killed people like crazy, with bloodiness and cruelty already ingrained in his bones.

To him, anyone who can be used is not a taboo, and all those who are not his "soldiers" are just puppets that can be manipulated at will.

Keep those that are useful and discard those that are useless. It is extremely cold-blooded and ruthless.

Wuming felt reluctant, but he didn't show it on his face. He said casually, "Why don't you wait for two more days until I find a new body..."

"nameless."

Qin Liexing suppressed a few coughs, then raised his head, his eyes as heavy as a mountain and as sharp as a knife fell on Wuming's face: "You also want to change your shell, right?"

The voice was weak, but powerful enough to shock people.

Wuming's body stiffened, his Adam's apple rolled, and he stopped talking in time.

"I haven't even asked you why you showed mercy, but you're already acting as my master."

Qin Liexing casually put down the scroll, stood up, and slowly walked to him, staring at him with cold eyes: "Why, you can't do it?"

"I heard that you have been educating my third brother for eight years... You are like a brother and a father to him. Are you moved by sympathy for him?"

Wuming said, "Your Majesty, you worry too much. I was just following orders back then. Many years have passed now. I don't have much friendship with Prince Rong, so I can't say I have any sympathy for him."

"Besides, how can I, a humble servant, dare to address Your Majesty as a brother or a father? Your Majesty, please be humbled. I am terrified!"

"Oh? Why did you show mercy today?"

Wuming lowered his head even more respectfully, and said solemnly in a cold voice:

"Today, my subordinates are using you as a prince, so it is inappropriate to take action."

"If we meet again in the future, I will kill King Rong with my own body to atone for today's sin."