Chapter 1461: 713 His grandson (first watch of the night)_2

Neither of them had ever shown their faces.

It was not strange that the Imperial Grandson did not recognize them, after all, he was young when he left the Imperial Palace.

This was Zhang Dequan’s specific analysis of the series of bewildered reactions just now from His Highness Changsun.

So, the next questions arise.

First, when did the Imperial Grandson return to Shengdu?

Second, with a year left before his next request for medicine, why has he returned early? Could it be because of the Princess’s return?

Third, where is he staying now?

Fourth, this one is about the Princess. Given how matters have unfolded, if the sovereign still hasn’t realized that the Princess sneaked out of the palace tonight to save her son, then he is unworthy as a ruler of a nation.

And that leads to the fifth question. The Princess is in the Imperial Harem, how did she learn of her son’s return? And how did she know that he would be in trouble tonight?

Zhang Dequan snuck a weak glance at the sovereign. Based on my understanding of the sovereign, he might next suspect that the Princess intentionally lured him out to set him up.

But honestly, if you don’t care about the Princess, you can’t be duped that badly.

Zhang Dequan, if you dare, say it out loud.

No, I am a eunuch; I dare not, I won’t speak.

The sovereign closed his eyes, as if suppressing the surging anger in his body. No one knew whether the anger stemmed more from the Princess or the assassin.

“I’ll deal with her when I get back!” the sovereign ground out between clenched teeth.

Zhang Dequan had followed the sovereign for many years and had his own standards for judging the sovereign’s level of anger. The fact that the sovereign was willing to wait to deal with the Princess indicated that although he was on the verge of exploding, he had not yet lost control.

This is probably because the sovereign doesn’t know he’s been scalped, right?

Zhang Dequan silently withdrew his gaze, deciding that it was better for the sovereign to find out himself. He refused to be the one to pierce through the sovereign’s last shred of dignity.

Zhang Dequan looked toward the coachman.

The coachman’s body shook, his internal thought loud and clear: Fuck, if you won’t say it, I won’t either!

The sovereign asked coldly, “Did you determine the martial arts style of the assassin?”

The coachman replied respectfully, “In response to your words, Your Majesty, the first two swords the assassin used seemed to be the swordsmanship of the Tang Sect, but when I crossed hands with him later, he used a very common swordsmanship commonly known among swordsmen in Jianghu.”

So, is there anything that the sovereign still doesn’t understand?

Initially, not knowing who was in the carriage, the assassin used his most ruthless swordsmanship. Later, likely recognizing the occupant, he switched to a common form of swordsmanship known all over Jianghu to hide his identity.

Unfortunately, those two moves were enough to give him away.

The coachman continued, “Your Majesty, as far as this servant knows, only the Han Family in Shengdu has invited a disciple of the Tang Sect as a guest retainer.”

A dangerous light flickered in the depths of the sovereign’s eyes.

The coachman said, “Additionally, when I crossed hands with him, I noticed he had a wound on his left forearm, as if a patch of flesh had been torn off raw. I don’t know who did this.”

The sovereign looked coldly into the depths of the night: “Han, Family!”

…

The Han Family mansion.

Han Ye used his light-footed martial skills to return to his own Courtyard.

As soon as he entered the room, he fell to the ground in pain!

“Ye’er!”

Qi Xuan burst through the door!

Han Ye had been acting mysteriously these past few days, doing things without even telling Qi Xuan, his master. After tonight’s family meeting, Han Ye had disappeared for a long time. Qi Xuan, worried, had come to check if he had returned.

He had not expected to stumble upon this scene.

He helped Han Ye, who had fallen, to sit down in a chair.

Han Ye’s left forearm was stiff, his complexion pale, and sweat poured down like rain as he endured immense pain.

He did not get hurt while fighting with two masters, but the bite from the Hai Dongqing was getting more painful.

As a martial artist, getting injured was routine. At first, he did not pay much attention and hastily bandaged it.

But only when the blood-stained bandage was cruelly torn from the wound did he realize that his injury was not so simple.

“What happened to your arm?” Qi Xuan asked, supporting his left forearm.

With a pale face, Han Ye said, “I was bitten by an eagle.”

Qi Xuan frowned: “What kind of eagle bites so deep?”

It was so deep that the bone was visible!

Realizing something, Qi Xuan added, “That’s not right, how could you have been bitten by an eagle?”

He was considered the top martial artist of his generation in Shengdu!

“I was careless,” Han Ye said through profuse sweats. “Now is not the time for that, Master, you might have to go into hiding.”

“What’s going on?” While Qi Xuan spoke, he pulled open a drawer, took out medicinal wine and herbal wound healing plaster. “Bear with it, I’ll treat your injury first.”

“My injury can wait… Tonight… I might have exposed the Tang Sect’s swordsmanship… They will investigate soon… I’m worried you, Master, could get implicated…”