C7

The scout instantly saw the man's face and couldn't help but exclaim in his heart: handsome! How handsome! Really handsome! He was just short of two or three and was comparable to the Third Prince that was as elegant as a jade tree.

After that, he composed himself and cleanly said: "According to reliable sources, Ye Family is affected by the unfavorable rumors that were spread towards Your Highness and is a little hesitant about the Duke Palace's marriage proposal, so Ye Family who was born with a concubine, offers to marry herself to Your Highness by bringing her mother over as a wife and promoting her to the position of a direct descendant ?"

After the young man finished listening, he only said six words, "You can go back now."

The spy took another peek at the young man before saying "yes" and turning to leave.

Bang! The moment he turned around, the wooden door closed behind him.

He gave a start. Earlier, when the candlelight flashed, he could clearly see that the big white candle that was as thick as a wrist was at least three meters away from Your Highness. Your Highness was meditating extremely steadily, there were no signs of movement, and there was no one else in the room.

There was also this door, there was no wind just now, so the Your Highness was at least 2 zhang away from the door. There was no one around, so how did the door close?

Through brilliant martial arts, or through some kind of mechanical design?

Sigh, he shook his head, he could not understand, the decedent was indeed as mysterious as the legends said, it made him extremely curious, but he did not dare to investigate.

What he did not know was that just as the door closed, the young man who was sitting cross-legged stood up. He turned around to face the darkness behind him and asked softly: "Your Highness, how should I deal with this?"

An elegant and hazy figure, like the first light of dawn, silently shone into the candlelight. It only needed a pair of eyes that could swallow up the entire night sky to dominate the darkness, stunning the entire night.

"Kill!" he said, his voice like a tiny pearl on the ice.

"Yes." The young man respectfully replied.

That figure didn't even move, disappearing from the field of light just like that. It was as though he had never appeared, never existed here.

The young man stood up and walked outside, arranging for the assassins to kill the Ye Family woman who was born in a concubine state.

The night of killing passed.

At daybreak, the Ye Residence's back door opened. Ye Lan Shan helped her mother out and they got into a carriage that was known as an antique.

The wheels turned slowly, heading forward.

They did not know that an assassin jumped down from the wall opposite Ye Residence and followed behind a horse carriage while maintaining a distance from the shadows.

Even if the carriage was slow, he was slow as well. Whether it was fast or slow, he still maintained a distance of 100 feet from the carriage.

Although there were more and more pedestrians, he really did not attract anyone's attention.

The carriage that the mother and daughter sat on was an old one, of poor quality, the horses that pull the carriage were old horses, their stamina was not very good either, the coachman driving the carriage was an old man, his eyesight was blurry, his skills were poor, Shen Dai Dai was a greedy master, so the carriage travelled rather slowly.

It was already late in the morning when the carriage finally arrived at the women's street in the city.

As the name suggested, women were all selling things that were used by women, such as rouge, cosmetics, gowns, and dresses. There were all sorts of things that could attract women.

The killer saw that the carriage was moving even slower, so he lifted a corner of the curtain, and the people in the carriage kept looking out.

Then, the carriage stopped in front of a clothing shop. The killer saw his target get off the carriage and walk into the workshop.

After the woman entered the clothing store, she definitely didn't leave soon. The killer armor was standing patiently in the corner of a cheap shop filled with women, pretending to be picky but staring at the clothing shop through the scarf hanging on the shelf.

A quarter of an hour passed.

An hour passed.

Two hours passed.

The killer's armor had already been changed to six stalls. Only then did he see the target walk out of the clothing shop with his head lowered and enter the carriage. Only then did the carriage continue moving.

It was already near noon, and the streets were bustling with people. The sun was a bit scorching, but the killer armor didn't seem to be out of sorts as it followed behind the horse carriage in a very professional and experienced manner.

When he finally reached the less populated area outside the city, he sped up and hurried to the front of the carriage, where he hid behind a tree on the side of the slope.

Without realizing it, the carriage started to descend the slope. The assassin waved his hand and a small dart flew out, striking the old horse squarely in the eye.

Blood spurted out of Old Ma's eyes. It hoisted its hooves and hissed in pain, and then madly dashed forward, throwing the carriage driver, who was caught off guard, off the carriage.

Slope, no coachman, old horse out of control, old car. Together, these factors caused the carriage to lose its balance and tumble to the ground, then the old horse dragged it forward.

A woman's scream came from the carriage, and then a woman rolled out of the window.

Assassin A confirmed that she was the target, then sprinted forward, grabbed the target by the hair, and smashed the target's head against a rock.

Blood splattered. The target died on the spot without even knowing what happened.

Killer A then checked the target's breath and pulse, making sure the target was dead before scanning the scene.

The other person in the carriage had already been dragged away by the horse carriage. Of course, he could not see how the target had died. The driver was nowhere to be seen, and there were no witnesses around.

He turned around and ran towards the carriage. Soon, he saw his target's companion climbing out of the carriage. He shouted for help as he ran towards the outside of the forest.

Without any change in his expression, he jumped onto the back of the horse, steered it, and galloped at full speed in the direction of the cliff.

When he reached the edge of the cliff, he pulled the dart out of the old horse's eye and let the old horse drive off the cliff.

Thus, without witnesses, without material evidence, a perfect murder was accomplished.

He left in satisfaction. From the beginning to the end, no one had been able to discover his existence.