Prince Yan drew his sword, his face dark with fury. The plan to send Shen Wei to the hot spring villa was known only to a select few—how had word spread so quickly? There must be a traitor in Prince Yan's residence, colluding with Prince Heng and leaking their whereabouts.
The clashing of blades echoed from outside, and the thick scent of blood seeped into the carriage. Shen Wei's head buzzed with confusion. Had the capital become so unstable lately? Even a simple outing could lead to an ambush.
Curious, she lifted the carriage curtain slightly.
The sight that greeted her was terrifying—a black tide of assassins swarming like a flood, while Prince Yan and his Tiger Guards fought desperately against them. The scene was gruesome.
Shen Wei's heart pounded violently as she watched the brutal battle in horror. Prince Yan's combat prowess astonished her—he moved like a god of war amidst the sea of assassins—yet even so, vicious cuts marred his body.
