Prince Bei Jing of the Red Chamber, starting from saving Qin Keqing

The sound of clashing weapons broke the silence of the study.

Gong Ji appeared beside Shui Rong like lightning, his longsword precisely parrying the short blade, the blade trembling and emitting a buzzing sound.

"Your Highness, please take cover!"

Gong Ji's expression was solemn, his gaze fixed on the shadows in the study, and he shouted sharply.

He was tense, gripping his long sword, and warily scanned his surroundings, his protective aura fully activated.

Shui Rong remained standing in place, his expression calm, his gaze never leaving the map. He simply waved his hand slowly, his tone indifferent:

"What's there to be afraid of? With you here, I don't need to hide. Besides, I'm not weak as a chicken."

As soon as he finished speaking, three dark figures sprang out from the beams and corners of the study at the same time, each wielding a sharp blade, their moves fierce, heading straight for Shui Rong!

The assassin was dressed in black, his face covered by a mask, revealing only his cold eyes, and he exuded a murderous aura.

"Impressive skills." Shui Rong finally raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the three assassins. There was no trace of panic in his eyes, but rather a hint of admiration.

"Gongji, leave the guards alive. I want to know who is so bold as to attempt to assassinate me in the Prince of Beijing's residence."

"yes!"

Gong Ji responded, raised his longsword, and took the lead in meeting the assassin. The sword flew, its cold light gleaming, and he engaged the assassin in fierce combat.

Hearing the commotion, the guards outside the study rushed in and engaged the assassins in a fierce battle.

The sounds of clashing weapons, shouts, and screams mingled together, shattering the tranquility of the Prince's mansion and creating an atmosphere of tension.

Shui Rong, however, remained standing before the table, hands behind his back, calmly watching the battle unfold before him, as if the clash of swords had nothing to do with him.

The candlelight flickered, reflecting in his deep eyes. His expression was calm and even somewhat nonchalant, as if he were watching a trivial farce.

While fighting the assassins, Gong Ji kept a close eye on Shui Rong's safety. Seeing the prince's composure, he admired him even more.

His longsword became increasingly sharp, each strike deadly, yet he left some room for maneuver, only wounding but not killing, waiting to leave survivors for interrogation.

The three assassins were indeed highly skilled in martial arts, and their moves were ruthless, each strike aimed directly at vital points. However, facing the combined attack of Gong Ji and the royal guards, they gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

Blood splattered on the blue bricks of the study, intertwining with the glow of the candlelight, creating an eerie and tragic scene.

The battle inside the study had reached a fever pitch. The candlelight flickered violently in the strong wind, and the glint of swords clashed and clashed in the light and shadow, the clanging of metal making one's eardrums tremble.

The three assassins were already surrounded by Gong Ji and his guards, and were wounded in many places with their black clothes soaked in blood. They were gradually losing ground, but the fierce light in their eyes was becoming more and more intense.

"We can't leave now, we have to fight!"

One of the assassins roared, his left hand suddenly reaching into his robes, pulling out three black pills, and throwing them fiercely to the other two.

The three of them caught the pills almost simultaneously, and without the slightest hesitation, tilted their heads back and swallowed them.

But in the blink of an eye, a strange change suddenly occurred!

The three assassins' auras suddenly surged, their veins bulging like writhing dragons, coiling around their necks and arms.

His once clear eyes instantly turned bloodshot, as if he had gone mad, and his whole body emanated a violent aura.

"Ho—"

They let out low growls that sounded inhuman, and their attacks suddenly became even more ruthless and ferocious.

Each strike was accompanied by a deafening roar, its power more than doubled compared to before. The blade's slashes were so powerful that the guards' hands were split open, forcing them to retreat repeatedly.

"Be careful!"

Gong Ji shouted sharply, his long sword spinning rapidly as he parried a powerful slash from an assassin. The sword trembled, and his hand went numb.

He could clearly sense that the assassin's strength and speed had increased several times over, and his moves had become completely unpredictable.

But with a ferocious, almost madness-like ferocity, every move he made went straight for the vital points, making his attacks even more lethal.

The two guards were unable to dodge in time and were slashed on the shoulders and arms by the assassin's short blade. Blood gushed out, and they screamed and staggered to the ground.

Although the remaining guards fought back fiercely, they were overwhelmed by the assassin's ferocious offensive and were forced to retreat. The situation in the study was reversed in an instant, and a crisis was imminent.

"Prepare to die!"

The assassin closest to Shui Rong, his eyes bloodshot, roared as he broke through Gong Ji's obstruction, his short blade, accompanied by a biting wind, aimed straight at Shui Rong's face!

His speed was astonishing; his figure moved like a ghost, and the cold light on his short blade gleamed deadly in the candlelight, about to pierce Shui Rong's throat!

Gong Ji's heart tightened, and he hurriedly brandished his long sword to rush to the rescue, but it was too late. He could only watch helplessly as the short blade approached the prince!

But Shui Rong remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic.

Just as the short blade was about to reach him, he suddenly flipped his wrist, and an ancient longsword appeared in Shui Rong's hand without anyone noticing.

The scabbard is a deep purplish-red color, engraved with fine cloud patterns. The moment the sword is drawn, a chilling sword light cuts through the candlelight, and the sound of the sword rings out clearly and loudly, as if a dragon's roar is hidden within.

"Well done!"

Shui Rong let out a low shout, his figure advancing instead of retreating, his steps carrying a leisurely ease, his long sword slashing diagonally, accurately blocking the assassin's short blade.

"clang!"

With a deafening roar and sparks flying, the assassin felt a powerful yet concentrated force emanating from the blade.

A sharp pain shot through his arm, the short blade nearly flew out of his hand, and he was jolted back three steps.

His eyes were filled with disbelief and shock—this prince before him was so skilled in martial arts!

Before the assassin could react, Shui Rong had already moved swiftly, closing in like a fleeting shadow.

His longsword moves were steady yet sharp, without any fancy feints; every strike was precise and ruthless, targeting the assassin's weaknesses.

As the sword light flashed, it resembled scattered cold stars or swirling snowflakes, completely enveloping the assassin's vital points.

The assassin roared and swung his blade in retaliation, his moves frenzied and violent, his short blades dancing in a dense, impenetrable manner, but before the water-soluble longsword, they were as fragile as paper.

Shui Rong sidestepped the assassin's ferocious slashes, then with a slight twist of her wrist, her longsword shot out like a serpent, precisely targeting the assassin's wrist.

The assassin winced in pain, and his short blade clattered to the ground. His eyes turned even redder, and he lunged forward, trying to capture Shui Rong by brute force.

Shui Rong sneered, his footwork shifting, his figure as light as a swallow, easily dodging the assassin's attack. At the same time, he made a fist with his left hand and struck the assassin's Jianjing acupoint with lightning speed.

"Click"

With a soft crack, the assassin's shoulder bone shattered, and he screamed in agony as his body swayed to the side.

Taking advantage of the moment, Shui Rong twisted his wrist, and the spine of his longsword slammed heavily into the assassin's nape.

The assassin's vision went black, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees, but he still struggled to get up, his eyes filled with a frenzied rage.

"Noisy."

Shui Rong spoke calmly, sheathed his longsword, grabbed the assassin's wrist with his backhand, and used his fingertips to precisely strike several acupoints on the assassin's body.

As the acupoints were sealed, the surge of power within the assassin's body instantly dissipated, and the bulging veins gradually subsided.

The bloodshot in his eyes slowly faded, leaving only endless exhaustion and resentment.

Finally, his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground, whereupon the guards immediately rushed forward, tied his hands behind his back, and captured and subdued him.

On the other side, Gong Ji's morale soared when he saw the prince capture someone alive, and his sword became even more ruthless.

Although the remaining two assassins were still ferocious, they gradually became exhausted under the combined attack of Gong Ji and the secret guards.

One of the assassins tried to follow his companion's example and lunge at Gongji, but Gongji knocked away his short blade with a single sword strike and subdued him with a pressure point technique.

Seeing that all was lost, another assassin tried to bite his tongue to commit suicide, but the guards beside him reacted quickly, grabbing his chin and stopping him. He was eventually tied up and captured alive.

The battle in the study finally came to an end, and the candlelight gradually leveled out, reflecting the bloodstains and weapons scattered on the floor.

The three assassins were pinned to the ground by the guards, unable to move, their eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness, yet they had no power to resist.

Shui Rong slowly raised his hand and inserted the longsword into its scabbard. His movements were unhurried, and the clear, melodious sound of the sword gradually faded away as the blade returned to its sheath.

He patted non-existent dust off his sleeves, his chilling aura subtly receding as he returned to his usual carefree prince demeanor, only his eyes now held an even deeper depth.

He slowly walked up to the first assassin who had been captured alive, looking down at him with a calm yet undeniably authoritative tone:

"Tell me, who sent you?"

The assassin stiffened his neck, his eyes filled with venom, but he remained silent.

Gong Ji stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Your Highness, I will take them away for interrogation immediately. I am confident I can get them to talk."

Shui Rong nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the three assassins, a cold glint flashing in his eyes:

"Take them away and keep a close watch on them, don't let them die."

"I want to see who is so bold as to cause trouble in the Prince of Bei Jing's residence."