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Thinking of his experiences during the day, Zhou Tianci's face turned ashen, and then he looked at the old servant with the long donkey face behind him.

The old servant with the long donkey face immediately understood his meaning and quickly summoned all the assassins in the mansion, a dark mass of dozens of people.

Every single assassin was an elite soldier he had painstakingly trained.

The old servant with the long donkey face stood in front of them, his voice heavy and filled with inflammatory resentment: "You should all have heard that at today's wedding, Qin Changye not only wasn't struck dead by the heavenly lightning, but he also leveled up powerfully. Furthermore, in front of the entire imperial city, he swindled our prince's precious pill, rubbing our prince's face into the ground."

He paused, then his voice grew even more resentful: "Our prince is kind-hearted and forgiving, considering he is a descendant of loyal martyrs. He has tolerated him time and time again, but instead of restraint, he has become increasingly demanding. He has gone too far in bullying our prince!"

The dozens of assassins began to breathe heavily, their faces turning so grim they were almost dripping with water.

One by one, they could erupt at any moment.

And this is exactly what the long-faced old servant and the sixth prince wanted to see.

The long-faced old servant cleared his throat, his voice growing louder: "To endure it only makes us angrier, to back down only makes us feel cheated. His Highness has raised us for many years, treating us like brothers. Now is the time when he needs us most. What should we do?"

"Kill Qin Changye and avenge His Highness!"

The dozens of assassins could no longer contain their rage and roared out, their voices like thunder.

A murderous glint ignited in their eyes, and they swore a fierce oath tonight that Qin Changye would know that a tiger's whiskers cannot be pulled, and their sixth prince cannot be provoked.

Not far away, Zhou Tianci looked at the group of assassins he had tamed with kindness for many years, and a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

However, the light was fleeting. He strode forward, stopping the enraged assassins who were accurately tearing Qin Changye apart. He feigned a sigh and said, "Qin Changye is indeed extremely arrogant and has gone too far in bullying me, but he is protected by the Blood-Clad Guard elders. If you rashly charge in, you will surely be in mortal danger. How could I put you in danger just to vent my own anger?"

His tone grew increasingly resolute: "This won't do. In my eyes, you are not my subordinates, not my loyal followers. You are all my half-brothers! Your lives are more important to me than the succession, even more important than my future ascension to the throne. You are the most important things in my life."

Zhou Tianci's voice was strong and clear, and he even choked up at the end.

In an instant, dozens of hardened warriors couldn't help but shed tears.

What more could one ask for than to encounter such an enlightened ruler in life?

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They knelt down in unison, one with reddened eyes pointing to the sky and swearing, "We are willing to go through fire and water for Your Majesty, even to the point of sacrificing our lives!"

The old servant with the long, donkey-like face also spoke up at the opportune moment: "Your Highness, our lives were given to us by you. To die for you is a worthy death, an honor for us. If you continue to obstruct us, you are disrespecting us brothers!"

Zhou Tianci remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded "reluctantly." He sighed and slowly said, "Now that everyone has said this much, if I continue to persuade you, it would seem like I'm being pretentious. However, before you leave, I must remind you that when you get to the Qin Prince's mansion, kill Qin Changye if you can. If you can't, retreat in time. Do not self-destruct with the enemy. Your lives are much more precious than the enemy's."

These words instantly reminded the assassins that if they couldn't win, they could still self-destruct; in short, they were willing to use any means necessary to kill Qin Changye.

At this moment, a beautiful young woman dressed in black with a graceful figure walked over.

She is Hei Er, Zhou Tianci's sharpest blade and most trusted confidante.

However, under the cover of night, no one noticed the fleeting glint of hatred in Hei Er's bright eyes.

"Your Highness, as you instructed, I have successfully slipped the drug into the wedding wine of Ren Pingsheng and the others at tonight's wedding banquet, using my identity as a maid from the Prince of Qin's residence."

After a pause, Hei Er added, "It's the kind of colorless and odorless Spirit Dispersing Pill that Your Highness gave me. It has no antidote, and although it doesn't cause any harm after consumption, it temporarily prevents one from activating spiritual power."

Hei Er's words instantly gave dozens of suicide soldiers, who had been prepared to die, a glimmer of hope for survival.

The most capable fighters in the Qin Prince's mansion were undoubtedly Ren Pingsheng and his men.

Once they drink the medicinal wine and temporarily lose their fighting ability, they can only watch helplessly as Qin Changye is killed.

They could even conveniently kill Ren Pingsheng and the others, completely eliminating the threat to the Sixth Prince.

Some of the assassins were puzzled, wondering if this kind of Spirit Dispersing Pill was unique to the Barbarian Kingdom and not sold to outsiders.

The barbarian kingdom, however, was a mortal enemy of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

How does Your Highness come to have medicine from the barbarian kingdom?

Of course, now is not the time to worry about these things; Hei Er has already brought up a large vat of farewell wine.

"Let me do it, I want to personally fill this bowl of farewell wine for my brothers."

Zhou Tianci interrupted Hei Er, who was about to pour wine, and laid out dozens of large bowls in a row before personally pouring the wine.

Yesterday, Hei Er entered the Prince of Qin's mansion without permission. In Zhou Tianci's view, this was a do-or-die situation.

No one expected that Hei Er had merely infiltrated the Qin Prince's mansion without actually harming Qin Changye.

This is somewhat unlike her usual impatient nature.

However, her ability to infiltrate the Prince of Qin's residence and successfully drug Ren Pingsheng and the others was a great achievement.

In fact, this is why Zhou Tianci dared to send all his assassins to storm the Qin Prince's mansion.

Without Ren Pingsheng and other top combatants, Qin Changye is like a fish on a chopping board, completely at his mercy!

The group of assassins were overwhelmed with gratitude when the Sixth Prince personally poured wine for them and handed them the full bowls. Their hands trembled as they accepted the bowls.

This life has been worthwhile!

I can die without regrets!

Snapped!

After finishing his drink, the long-faced old servant was the first to smash his large bowl on the ground. He then addressed the dozens of assassins behind him, saying, "Tonight's operation has only one principle: once we enter the Prince of Qin's mansion, kill everyone we see, leaving no one alive."

"Kill everyone you see, leave no one alive!"

Dozens of assassins slammed their empty bowls to the ground with a loud, earth-shattering sound.

Just as they were about to set off, a servant suddenly rushed in, his face pale and covered in cold sweat.

"Why are you in such a panic? Have you seen a ghost?"

Zhou Tianci's expression immediately turned cold, and he questioned him.

The servant nodded vigorously, exclaiming, "Your Highness, I really saw a ghost!"

"And we actually saw those two devils, Li Changhong and Li Changhe!"

Zhou Tianci's expression grew even colder.

"Li Changhong and Li Changhe died long ago in the Prince of Qin's residence, without even leaving behind their bodies. This is an undeniable fact. If you dare to spout nonsense again, believe me, I will take His Highness's place and kill you with a single sword stroke!"

Beside him, the old servant with the long donkey face drew his sword.

But before the longsword could fall, he froze on the spot.

His wrinkled old face wore an expression of utter disbelief.

Following his gaze, two figures strode over; they were none other than Li Changhong and Li Changhe.