GTB Chapter 210

Chapter 212: Three-pronged Assassination

Chapter 212: Three-pronged Assassination

Song Fuge’s expression slightly froze. The Second Prince? A big figure? The other party’s intention to deliberately reveal this was obvious, wanting to pin the blame on the Second Prince.

Among these three parties, perhaps one is indeed the Second Prince. But who are the other two?

After a moment of contemplation, he lowered his eyes and asked, “Without revealing the specific assassination target, are they planning to lead the teams themselves?”

“Perhaps! It’s also possible that they’ll only give us the target information when we accept the mission and set off.”

Song Fuge tapped his fingers lightly on the table. If they can find the Hidden Trace Pavilion, which has already retired from the *jianghu*, presumably they’ve contacted all the assassination organizations in the *jianghu*.

Such a large-scale assassination… it seems the person being targeted is no small figure!

Moreover, the goals of these three parties are clearly aligned. Just who is it that could incite three different forces to attack him simultaneously, with even a prince participating, or someone who can be used as a scapegoat by a prince…?

Song Fuge fell into thought. After a moment, he instructed Leng Da, “Go check if Jiang Jiuchu is at the Eastern Palace.”

“Yes.” Leng Da turned and left.

In his heart, he vaguely guessed that the person these three parties want to assassinate might be Shí Yan. After all, he just ascended to the position of Crown Prince, how could he not be resented? But it was just a guess, and he wasn’t certain.

However, since his master had him inquire about Miss Jiang, it was probably very close to the truth.

Song Fuge indeed suspected that the person they wanted to assassinate was Shí Yan.

However, Shí Yan’s life or death was none of his concern, and he didn’t want to get involved.

But for some reason, he felt a strange unease. Even though he thought the possibility was extremely small, he still had Leng Da confirm Jiang Jiuchu’s whereabouts.

Shí Yan and Jiang Jiuchu’s trip hadn’t been deliberately concealed, but very few people knew the specific place they were going.

Therefore, Song Fuge easily found out that Jiang Jiuchu was not at the Eastern Palace and had traveled with Shí Yan.

At this time, the master and servant had already concluded that the person they wanted to assassinate was indeed Shí Yan.

“Notify Leng Er to accept the mission.”

“Does Master want to save her, or kill while saving?” Leng Da felt that only the latter was possible.

After all, they wanted Shí Yan’s life. Taking advantage of the chaos to save Miss Jiang wouldn’t be too much of a problem.

But if it was only the former, if they accepted this mission but didn’t kill Shí Yan, only saving Miss Jiang, then their Hidden Trace Pavilion would be offending these three major forces simultaneously. At that point, they probably couldn’t stay in Kyoto any longer.

“Only save Jiang Jiuchu.” Song Fuge naturally knew the pros and cons, but if he participated in assassinating Shí Yan, Jiang Jiuchu would definitely hate him.

“Master, please reconsider. To accept the mission and then go against it is not only violating the rules of the *jianghu*, but also openly opposing these three parties.”

“After this incident, our Hidden Trace Pavilion will probably never have peace again.”

Song Fuge’s eyes darkened. Then, he looked up at Leng Da. “Go investigate the places the Crown Prince has gone. If the specific location is not found before they gather and depart, then accept the mission.”

“Yes.” Leng Da looked at Song Fuge’s face, knowing that it was useless to say more, so he could only respond and retreat.

He sighed inwardly. His master was so willing to help time and time again. He was probably indebted to Miss Jiang from a previous life.

He quickened his pace. Now, he only hoped to quickly find out Miss Jiang’s whereabouts, directly refuse the mission, and then save her himself, so as not to push the Hidden Trace Pavilion into danger.

At Crescent Peak, Jiang Jiuchu was standing under a pear tree, holding a piece of gauze stretched open, and said to Shí Yan on the tree, “Husband, hurry and throw it! This time, I’ll definitely catch it.”

Shí Yan stood on the tree, holding a freshly picked pear in his hand, and teased, “Alright, this time don’t run. If you run again, there won’t be any left to eat.”

He was really amused by this woman. She said that he would throw from above and she would catch from below. It was obviously not a high distance, but as soon as he threw, she would cover her head and run… for fear of being hit.

Jiang Jiuchu glanced embarrassedly at the few pears that had fallen and broken on the ground. She forcefully propped up the gauze in her hand, and said decisively, “I won’t run. Husband, just throw accurately.”

Shí Yan’s mouth twitched. “Just don’t move.”

As he spoke, the pear in his hand accurately flew towards the gauze that Jiang Jiuchu had stretched open.

Jiang Jiuchu looked at the falling pear and subconsciously wanted to run again. But thinking about the few remaining pears on the tree, she stubbornly didn’t move her feet, only turning her head and closing her eyes tightly.

It wasn’t until the gauze in her hand sank heavily that she opened her eyes, looked at the pear that had landed intact on her gauze, and happily picked it up, laughing at Shí Yan, “Haha, I caught it!”

As she spoke, she happily put the pear into the basket beside her, and then continued to stand under the tree, stretched open the gauze, and looked up at Shí Yan confidently and said, “Again.”

“Okay.” Shí Yan smiled and continued to pick one and throw it down.

Having had the first experience, Jiang Jiuchu was still a little worried about being hit, but she trusted Shí Yan very much. As long as she stood still, the pear would definitely fall steadily onto the gauze she was holding open.

Before long, she caught ten or so. The two of them picked the pear tree bare, and then went to pick apples on the side.

Because of the season, there were obviously many apples hanging on the apple tree, but many had been pecked by birds, so there weren’t many good ones left.

“Husband, are there any more?” Jiang Jiuchu was a little tired from catching, but she was too embarrassed to say so, because it was she who insisted on catching them herself.

Seeing that Jiang Jiuchu clearly didn’t want to catch any more, Shí Yan picked the reddest one from the top of the tree and flew down directly. “This one is for you to eat.”

“Okay.” Jiang Jiuchu took the apple from Shí Yan’s hand, and then picked the reddest one from the basket, and ran towards the stream outside the courtyard.

Shí Yan looked at Jiang Jiuchu’s back, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, bent down, picked up the basket and put it on the wooden table in the courtyard and sat down.

Jiang Jiuchu quickly washed the apple and ran back, handed the washed apple to Shí Yan, and sat down at the table and ate it.

Shí Yan smiled and took the apple. As they were eating, their eyes suddenly met and they laughed.

After Jiang Jiuchu finished laughing, she pretended to be angry and glared at Shí Yan. “Husband, you were so fierce to me on our wedding night.”

Hearing this, the smile on Shí Yan’s handsome face froze instantly. He coughed. “I’m sorry. But as a wife, you actually wanted to sleep in separate beds from me on our wedding night.”

Jiang Jiuchu’s movement of biting the apple stopped. Then, she continued unconvinced, “But I was sleeping on the floor, and you were sleeping on the bed. You don’t even know how hard the floor is.”

Shí Yan’s movement of chewing the apple also stopped. Then, he said, “I’m sorry, but that’s what you wanted to sleep on. Husband didn’t say you couldn’t sleep on the bed.”

Jiang Jiuchu pursed her lips and continued, “Then you even made me a rough maid.”

“Such a big house, such a big floor, my waist ached from wiping it.”

As she spoke, the image of Shí Yan leisurely lying on the beauty couch while she was wiping the floor floated into her mind, and she felt a little angry at his annoying appearance of eating and drinking.

Shí Yan swallowed his saliva guiltily, feeling that the apple in his hand didn’t look as pleasing to the eye as it had just now. Sure enough, after great joy comes great sorrow…

“I’m sorry, but… but wasn’t that because you didn’t want to sleep with me and actively made a bet with me that you lost?”

Hearing this, Jiang Jiuchu was speechless for a moment, biting the apple hatefully. After eating the last bite, she threw the core in her hand into the distance with force.

Then, she turned her head and glared at Shí Yan, making Shí Yan tremble all over.

“Then you also said that my front and back were stuck together, that I wasn’t good-looking, that I wasn’t the type you liked! Humph! You’ve already said that, why should I sleep with you?”

Shí Yan’s eyes widened. He quickly hugged Jiang Jiuchu on his lap and coaxed, “Chuchu, are you really angry?”

“Humph!” Jiang Jiuchu snorted coldly, turning her head away from him.

Shí Yan wrapped his arms around Jiang Jiuchu, smelling the scent on her neck, and said, “Want to know why?”

Jiang Jiuchu turned her head and glanced at Shí Yan. “You hate me! What else?”