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Upon seeing Princess Zhulan and the others suddenly arrive, the singers and old men immediately panicked, hurriedly gathering their belongings and attempting to flee.
Before they could reach the door, the hot-tempered Tu Youxia struck out in an instant, swiftly incapacitating the first few fleeing singers and old men. Blood spilled on the spot, and she didn't even blink.
The remaining few, who were screaming in terror and trying to escape, soon fell limp to the ground, unconscious within moments.
Princess Zhulan felt a pang of compassion and initially wanted to intervene, but Tu Youxia was too quick and ruthless; she had no time to dissuade her. However, leaving these people alive could be troublesome; there was no guarantee they wouldn't leak information, making it difficult to control the situation later.
In just a short time, merely a few blinks of an eye, the once lively hall fell silent. The bodies lying at the entrance, still warm, revealed what had just transpired.
"Melan Prince, Minister of Works, it's been a while," Princess Zhulan announced as she led her group to the doorway, addressing those inside.
The middle-aged man in splendid attire was none other than the renowned Minister of Works from Yushan Kingdom, one of the Six Ministries. The young man sitting on the ground with a dejected expression was naturally Melan Prince.
Upon seeing Princess Zhulan storm in with such intensity, Minister of Works glanced over but did not speak; his expression remained largely unchanged, calm as water, as if he had already anticipated this outcome.
As for Melan Prince sitting on the ground, he didn't move at all. He held a jade cup in his hand, took a large gulp from it, and even burped, appearing utterly intoxicated as if lost in a haze.
"Melan Prince, stop pretending. Stand up so we can have a proper talk," Princess Zhulan said as she began to step forward slowly toward Minister of Works and Melan Prince.
"What is there to talk about between us?" Melan Prince replied languidly, his tone remarkably composed despite his apparent drunkenness. It was hard to believe he could speak so clearly in such a state.
"Oh?" Princess Zhulan suddenly paused and looked at Melan Prince, retorting, "Do you believe there is nothing?"
Melan Prince raised his cup again and took another sip before responding in a calm and deliberate manner: "If you want to talk, you should seek out Prince Kaoran. We are both weaklings on different paths; what is there to discuss?"
Melan Prince sat on the ground in a state of despair, his tone somewhat cold, laced with a hint of helplessness. His feelings were understandable; anyone in his position would likely feel the same.
After a pause, Melan Prince continued, "Although we can be considered siblings, our positions are too special. Princess Zhulan, please leave. If word gets out about our meeting, and it reaches certain ears, it won't end well for any of us."
Melan Prince outright rejected Princess Zhulan, and due to their differing positions, he didn't even want to acknowledge their half-sibling relationship. The "certain someone" he referred to was a veiled jab at Kalan Prince.
Indeed, if news of their secret meeting at Melan Prince's residence were to leak and reach Kalan Prince, it would spell trouble for everyone involved. The saying "one's intentions may be innocent, but the listener may take it differently" applied perfectly here.
Upon hearing this, instead of retreating, Princess Zhulan advanced with a mysterious smile and said, "If the people planted by Prince Kaoran have already been eliminated, then what does it matter?"
At her words, Melan Prince's body trembled slightly, and surprise flickered across his face. "Impossible! Prince Kaoran has bribed countless experts from the martial world. In the entire Underground City, aside from you, the princess, my own spies are the most densely packed. How could they have been cleared out?" Melan Prince replied.
Princess Zhulan scoffed lightly and said disdainfully, "You're not wrong; Prince Kaoran is indeed powerful. I can't imagine how much silver from the Treasury he has spent to buy martial experts for his use. With the support of the Four Ministers and Luban Temple, his strength surpasses ours combined—it's unimaginable."
This statement from Princess Zhulan was undeniable; everyone was aware of it and understood it clearly. However, she wasn't finished; what she said next was crucial, and everyone leaned in to listen.
"To be honest with you, Melan Prince, I returned this time specifically to seize the rightful claim to the throne, and I am determined to succeed. I will not allow Prince Kaoran's schemes to succeed; I fear neither the Luban Temple nor the Four Ministers. Why should I fear a few spies planted around your residence? If I'm not mistaken, they should have all met an untimely end without knowing why."
With a smile that seemed innocent yet carried an air of authority, her tone was light but filled with confidence that sent chills down people's spines.
The notion of violence rolled off her tongue as if it were child's play; she had already developed a ruthless edge akin to that of a tiger that spares no one. Moreover, when she mentioned the Four Ministers and Luban Temple, it seemed she had complete confidence in dealing with them, showing no concern whatsoever.
Her demeanor at that moment inspired a sense of reverence in those around her; she appeared no longer as a mere princess but as a Queen, capable of commanding the affairs of the entire Yushan Kingdom.
"You have no right to say that?" Melan Prince was taken aback, holding the White Jade Wine Cup in his hand, surprised to the point of forgetting to bring it to his lips.
At that moment, a faint sound of footsteps echoed outside Melan Prince's residence, lighter than the buzzing of a mosquito, so subtle that it was difficult for human ears to detect.
Soon after, dozens of figures clad in black leaped onto the high walls, standing there like war gods. They were all dressed in Ape Demon Leather Armor, carrying Dual Blades on their backs, their expressions cold and resolute, more terrifying than death itself.
"Dual Blade Style?" Melan Prince squinted his eyes and murmured, appearing somewhat astonished.
He had certainly heard of the name Dual Blade Style, but how could Princess Zhulan be associated with the Dual Blade Style from Giant Barbarian Island? It should be noted that Yushan Kingdom and Giant Barbarian Island were two completely independent nations. If they interacted without the king's consent, it would be considered treason, leading to being branded as a traitor for eternity, with dire consequences for one's entire family.
"They are indeed Dual Blade Style warriors, but they are not from Giant Barbarian Island. Their combat power is exponentially stronger than those legendary Dual Blades warriors. The spies around Melan Prince's residence are precisely what they are eliminating in secret."
Princess Zhulan said with a smile, seemingly unconcerned about the dozens or even hundreds of lives lost in such a short time.
The Dual Blade Style before them was none other than Lu Chen's Dragon Slayer Legion. Their steel blades were forged from scraps of Origin Stone Motherbody combined with countless other metals, making them incredibly hard and powerful enough to rival the Demon-Slaying Sword.
Additionally, their leather armor was crafted from Ape Demon skin soaked in glue soup, far more resilient than Black Iron while being extremely lightweight, making it the king among armors.
These sixty soldiers of the Dragon Slayer Legion represented Lu Chen's ultimate power—Death Warriors—who would not be deployed unless absolutely necessary.
This time, to assist Princess Zhulan in capturing Melan Prince, Lu Chen had willingly handed over command of the Dragon Slayer Legion to her to help achieve her goals.
The Dragon Slayer Legion showcased its might without disappointing anyone and did so silently and perfectly. After tonight, the secret meeting between Princess Zhulan and Melan Prince would never be leaked and would not reach Kalan Prince's ears.
After all, this is a force capable of assassinating the Great Zhou Emperor. Having learned the improved Moon King Sword Technique, and with Princess Zhulan and Yue Shaoting imparting insights on mindset and situational awareness, they remain calm, composed, and intelligent—truly the finest among warriors.
"But what does that matter? Killing a few spies won't change anything. Heh, it's not that I look down on the princess, but even if one could assassinate Prince Kaoran, it wouldn't lead to a good outcome. In that case, this matter would only be exploited by those with ulterior motives. If things get serious, you and I could quickly find ourselves imprisoned, not far from death," Melan Prince said.
His concerns were not without reason. Kalan Prince is of royal blood; if he were to die and the news were suppressed by those with ill intentions, it could incite public outrage. If that happens, the first to suffer would be Melan Prince and Princess Zhulan. It would be self-destructive to provoke such a situation, so assassinating Kalan Prince is utterly unfeasible.
Moreover, with so many skilled individuals surrounding Kalan Prince, how could an assassination be easily accomplished? Especially at this time, the defenses of the Crown Prince's residence would undoubtedly be as solid as an iron barrel.
"Ah, Melan Prince always acts so cautiously and is overly indecisive; that's not a good sign. Given the circumstances, I might as well be straightforward."
Princess Zhulan said with a hint of ruthlessness on her face, making it clear: "I came to see Melan Prince today to discuss cooperation. This cooperation is something you must agree to—whether you want to or not. If you try to kidnap me, I won't argue; after all, you can't blame me for being born into a royal family. Our fates are so helpless; who can truly control their own destiny?"
Princess Zhulan made her stance clear, speaking with a tone full of resignation. Just like Lu Chen suggested regarding Melan Prince, both threats and temptations must be employed against someone with such a stubborn disposition.
Upon hearing this, Melan Prince's face flushed with anger; he did not expect Princess Zhulan to be so ruthless as to openly threaten him.
"Impudent! What do you take this place for? Openly threatening a prince? You're asking for death," said the Minister of Works beside Melan Prince, tearing off any pretense of civility.
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