In the corner of his eye, Shen Yanchuan saw Ye Chutang, her expression just as composed, a smile playing on her lips and a glimmer of gratitude in her eyes.
Her look seemed to say—'Exactly.'
Shen Yanchuan was silent for a moment before saying, "Not entirely."
Chutang's eyebrow arched slightly.
Shen Yanchuan pointed behind him. "Ye Yunfeng took care of that one."
Chutang's eyes curved with a smile.
'It must be said, the Young Master is always so cooperative.'
"Really!?"
Princess Qingyang took a few steps forward, her amazement growing. "This assassin looks sturdy. He must have been hard to deal with, right?"
As she spoke, she lifted the mask of one of the assassins. "I'd like to see just who this assassin is—"
Her expression changed slightly upon seeing the man's face. "Is this... a Southern Hu person?"
Shen Yanchuan nodded.
Princess Qingyang had once followed her father to guard the border, so it wasn't surprising she could recognize one at a glance.
