I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

Click!

A crisp, piercing sound of bones cracking suddenly rang out in front of the deathly silent palace gates.

Jiang Feng had barely uttered a single word when his voice abruptly stopped.

His eyes bulged out, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets, filled with horror and bewilderment.

All he could see was Chu Tianyuan's large hand, covered in thick calluses and resembling withered tree bark, tightly gripping his neck.

That hand looked old, yet it contained an unshakeable strength like a mountain, easily crushing his throat.

Bang!

Chu Tianyuan flicked his arm and casually threw Jiang Feng's corpse on the ground with a thud. The still-warm body bounced once on the ground and then fell silent.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

The members of the Imperial City Guard were all deathly pale, their hands gripping the hilts of their swords trembling uncontrollably, yet none of them dared to step forward.

Zhao Quan and his three companions were struck dumb, their mouths agape, as if struck by lightning.

"Take his body and get out."

Chu Tianyuan's icy gaze swept over the group of Imperial City Guards. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried the murderous aura of war, "If you dare to make a fuss in front of my Zhenbei Prince's Mansion again, I won't hesitate to have the Imperial City Guards of the capital thoroughly purged!"

Upon hearing this, the group of Imperial City Guards trembled violently, not daring to utter a single word. They hurriedly lifted Jiang Feng's limp body and scrambled away, disappearing around the street corner.

Chu Tianyuan then turned his gaze to Zhao Quan and the other three, his eyes as cold as ice in the dead of winter: "Aren't you leaving yet? Do you want the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion to prepare a coffin for you too?"

Before the four could reply, the surrounding crowd had already erupted in uproar.

"Having raised such a scumbag son, how dare he come to the Prince's mansion to wail at the gate? It's utterly ridiculous!"

"That's right! If the son is like that, what kind of good father can he be? I think they should investigate him too!"

"Smash those shameless old bastards to death!"

Someone shouted first, and then rotten vegetable leaves, rotten eggs, and even torn shoes were thrown at Zhao Quan and his three companions like raindrops.

The four usually high-ranking nobles were now covered in filth and looked utterly disheveled. Their servants frantically tried to cover themselves with their sleeves, but they couldn't stop the people's anger at all.

"Go, hurry up!"

Zhao Quan screamed, no longer caring about saving face, and led his men to lift the four empty coffins. Amidst curses and thrown objects, they slunk away from the scene.

A farce will end here.

Chu Tianyuan then turned around and glanced at Chu Feng beside him: "You kid, you've improved. You actually had this trick up your sleeve."

"That's right, don't you know whose grandson I am?" Chu Feng chuckled, taking the opportunity to flatter him.

He had already devised a plan before taking action. As the former lackey of the original owner, he knew all the dirty deeds of those four guys by heart. He could easily reveal a few of them and they would be in big trouble.

"Stop talking nonsense." Chu Tianyuan snorted, but his eyes sharpened. "Tell me, why did you insist on killing them?"

"They deserve to die." Chu Feng curled his lip, not wanting to talk about it anymore. He immediately changed the subject, a fawning smile plastered on his face. "Um, Grandpa, this matter is settled, so you don't need to worry about it anymore."

"By the way, my grandson wants to buy some things recently, but he's a little short on cash. What do you think...?"

"How much do you want?" Chu Tianyuan didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Not much, not much," Chu Feng said casually, holding up a few fingers. "Just a few tens of millions of taels will do!"

"What?!"

Chu Tianyuan's eyes widened suddenly, as if he had heard something out of the blue. He glared and cursed, "You bastard, do you think we run a money exchange? Tens of millions of taels? I couldn't get that much even if I sold you! No way!"

Having said that, he angrily flicked his sleeve and turned to walk into the Prince's mansion.

Chu Feng was rebuffed and had no choice but to turn to Uncle Fu for help.

Uncle Fu smiled wryly and lowered his voice helplessly: "Young Master, the Prince has always been frugal, and besides... the Prince's mansion really can't come up with that much silver all at once."

"How much can I get?" Chu Feng asked, unwilling to give up.

Uncle Fu silently raised one finger.

Chu Feng's eyes lit up: "Ten million taels? That's fine, it's better than nothing."

Uncle Fu's face fell even more. He shook his head: "Young Master, it's not ten million... it's one million taels."

"What?!" Chu Feng's eyes widened. "Only one million? Uncle Fu, you must be joking! I have a heart condition! Our dignified Zhenbei Prince's Mansion is this poor?"

"Alas," Uncle Fu sighed deeply, his voice heavy with sorrow, "Your Highness, you are unaware of the heavy casualties suffered by the Zhenbei Army in this Northern War. The Prince has taken out most of the Prince's savings accumulated over the years as compensation for the families of the fallen and wounded soldiers. So now, there is indeed not much left in the manor."

Chu Feng's playful expression froze instantly.

He remained silent for a few seconds, a slight touch stirring somewhere deep within him.

"Alright, forget it then." He waved his hand. "I'll think of another way."

Looks like I need to find a way to make money.

It wasn't just to buy cultivation resources; more importantly, there was an auction at the Misty Rain Pavilion tonight. If a rare and precious treasure that could restore his grandfather's life force were to appear, he absolutely couldn't miss it because he didn't have the money.

Meanwhile, in the teahouse not far away...

"Bang!"

The young man suddenly crushed the teacup in his hand, scalding tea and porcelain shards splashing all over his hand, but he seemed oblivious, his face so dark it could drip water: "Damn it! This piece of trash, he actually has this trick up his sleeve!"

"Your Highness," the refined man beside him said in a deep voice, his brows furrowed, "I have a feeling that this boy... seems a little different from before."

"Today's events, from igniting public opinion to presenting evidence of crimes, are all interconnected and watertight. This is something that the playboy who only knew how to indulge in pleasure and debauchery could never have accomplished."

"Different? Could he be someone else?" The young man sneered, blaming everything on others. "That old bastard Chu Tianyuan must have made preparations beforehand, allowing that scoundrel to escape again!"

"Your Highness, please don't be impatient..."

"No!" Before the refined man could finish speaking, the young man interrupted sharply, "Princess Nihuang is about to return to the capital! That good-for-nothing must die! Contact Luo Qing immediately and tell him that within three days, His Highness wants to hear of this brat's death!"

"Yes!" The refined man's heart skipped a beat, and he bowed to accept the order.

……

At the same time, on the main road leading from the border of Daqian to the capital.

A cavalry of several hundred men galloped swiftly, kicking up a trail of dust.

The leader was a young woman dressed in crimson soft armor, with a tall and straight figure and an imposing presence. She was none other than Xiao Nihuang, the number one female assassin of the Great Qian Dynasty, who was about to return to the capital.

"Whoa—"

Suddenly, Xiao Nihuang yanked the reins, and her warhorse neighed and reared up.

"General, what's wrong?" A female guard in blue immediately asked warily.

"There's an ambush." ​​Xiao Nihuang's eyes narrowed slightly as she calmly uttered the three words, her gaze sweeping over the silent woods on both sides of the road like a hawk.

Upon hearing this, the hundreds of battle-hardened soldiers behind her immediately straightened up without the slightest panic, and drew their swords from their waists in unison, the blades gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Swish swish!

Almost at the same time, a dense whistling sound came from the forest.

Hundreds of men in black emerged like ghosts, instantly surrounding the entire group, their killing intent palpable.

"How dare you! Who are you? How dare you intercept and kill General Xiao here!" the female guard shouted sternly.

A deep, hoarse voice came from behind the man in black: "General Xiao, someone wants your life. You're not going back to the capital!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man in a gray robe walked out slowly, sword in hand.

His eyes gleamed with a sharp light as he opened and closed, and a terrifying aura erupted from his body, making it hard for people to breathe.

Peak of the Innate Realm!

The female guards and the soldiers' expressions changed drastically.

Then, the hundreds of assassins unleashed terrifying auras, and their cultivation levels were all above the fourth-rank martial artist, with dozens of them being ninth-rank martial artists.

This scene caused the female guard and the soldiers to change their expressions, clearly not expecting that someone would send such a powerful force to intercept and kill them.

However, Xiao Nihuang, surrounded by enemies, remained indifferent.

"You want to kill me?" she said slowly. "With all of you?"

"I've long heard of the formidable reputation of the Great Qian's First Female War Goddess; today, I'll finally witness it for myself!"

The gray-robed man drew his longsword, the blade humming as terrifying true energy surged forth, stirring up fallen leaves on the ground.

"Want to learn from me?"

Xiao Nihuang's lips curled into a cold smile. "This general will grant your wish!"

Before she could finish speaking, her clear eyes turned blood red in an instant!

A murderous aura, seemingly emanating from the deepest hell, suddenly erupted from her center, sweeping across all directions!

Everyone present, friend or foe, felt as if they had instantly fallen into a hellish battlefield of corpses and blood, and endless fear gripped their hearts!

Swish!

The arrogant man in the gray robe suddenly narrowed his eyes, staring at the completely different Xiao Nihuang before him, and exclaimed in shock, "You…"