Chapter 1258: Loyal Dog Care Rules 22

Jin Chen knew there would be an ambush in the back courtyard, but he didn't expect it to be so obvious.

Stepping over the courtyard threshold, the two hidden in the corner flowerbed could not wait any longer and rushed out, both holding long swords, their killing intent palpable.

"Dog heir apparent, go die!"

Yajiu was even faster; the short blade from his sleeve fell into his hand, he gripped it reverse-handed and instinctively blocked in front of Jin Chen, a strand of hair lifted by the cold light.

"Impudent."

No one can insult his master.

He moved extremely fast, and in a moment he was grappling with the two assassins.

After a few exchanges, perhaps realizing they were no match for him, the two assassins hesitated not and immediately tried to break free and leave.

But Yajiu would not just let them go; as an assassin, his instinct was to let no one escape.

Watching the foolish guard be led away just like that, Jin Chen crossed his arms and shook his head, "Really stupid."

"Brother Chen, your new guard is really impressive."

Zhou Zhihong suddenly spoke up, feeling a bit emotional, "These past few months have changed so much."

Jin Chen glanced at him, "You go in first."

"Why?" Zhou Zhihong wondered.

Jin Chen lifted his foot as if to kick, "Why are you still talking nonsense after turning into a ghost? Just do it."

"Eh eh eh okay, I'm going!"

Zhou Zhihong shook his wide, dust-free sleeves, already accustomed to walking straight through the door.

Jin Chen stood where he was and waited a moment; three seconds later, Zhou Zhihong sneaked his head out from the wall, looking furtive.

"Brother Chen, there are still two assassins inside."

Jin Chen's vision darkened; seeing a head growing on the wall, he gritted his teeth, "You love scaring people so much—go scare them."

Zhou Zhihong sighed, feeling greatly wronged.

"I've tried, I can't do it."

Jin Chen's hand at his side twitched slightly; a wisp of weak spiritual power slipped into Zhou Zhihong's brow, and his soul body condensed a bit more.

"I can see it; maybe others can too."

"Makes sense; I'll give it a try."

Zhou Zhihong dove back in.

He rolled up his sleeve and made a ghostly face at the assassin in the corner.

"Roar!"

Assassin A faced the impact head-on, "Ah!!"

He failed to steady himself, fell from the beam, and was terrified out of his wits by Zhou Zhihong, who was floating mid-air on a floating footstool.

"Second brother! There's something unclean here!"

"Don't make a noise, I saw it!"

Assassin B swallowed, drew his dagger aimed at Zhou Zhihong, and said, "Get out… get out! Someone must be playing tricks with spirits!"

"It really can be seen!"

Zhou Zhihong's eyes lit up with delight; he again mimicked the ghostly image from storybooks to scare people, "Give me back my life…"

"Ahhh!!"

The two assassins ran out together; as soon as the door opened, they saw Jin Chen about to come in.

The three of them stared at each other.

Jin Chen silently covered his chest and shouted, "Where did this rascal come from, daring to peep at the Heir Apparent changing clothes!"

"No… there… there's a ghost!"

The assassin had originally been summoned temporarily, and now he couldn't remember what he was supposed to do at all.

"The Heir Apparent certainly knows."

Jin Chen smiled narrowly, snatched the dagger, and finished off Assassin A with one stroke.

"Idiot, even scared of a fake ghost."

The fake ghost Zhou Zhihong was still trying another hanging pose, commonly known as a hanged ghost.

Assassin B realized, could this ghost possibly be raised by this strange Heir Apparent… it's so terrifying.

"Hold it." Jin Chen returned the dagger to him, then added menacingly, "Otherwise I'll kill you right now."

"Ah… oh, oh."

Assassin B took the dagger with a bewildered face, and then Jin Chen pressed his arm against his neck.

Jin Chen adjusted his pose a bit and also called Zhou Zhihong over to take a look.

"No, the dagger needs to go in a bit more to look more realistic."

Zhou Zhihong actually came up with an idea, threatening Assassin B to cooperate, "Not bad, this way nobody will notice."

Jin Chen cleared his throat and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Someone!! There's an assassin—"

Assassin B, completely bewildered and forced to act: "……"

"Someone come! There's a liar!"

When the Zhou Manor guards and a bunch of people from the Chrysanthemum Garden arrived, Jin Chen promptly withdrew the spiritual power attached to Zhou Zhihong's soul body.

Thus they only saw the Heir Apparent Your Highness being held hostage by the assassin with a dagger, in imminent danger!

"Your Highness!"

Someone exclaimed.

Xu Huaiyu wasn't sure if this was part of his cousin's plan, also very worried, and shouted angrily, "Release the Heir Apparent at once! Do you want to die!"

The assassin Yi, whose mute point had been struck, flushed with anger, his face turning red.

"You think I don't want to let go?!"

Everyone was worried, letting the guards slowly advance while negotiating terms with the assassin.

"If you release the Heir Apparent and tell us who's behind you, the Prince's Manor will reward you handsomely, and my Xu Family will add its own gifts."

Xu Huaiyu drew near, offering very generous terms.

Assassin Yi was sorely tempted.

"Mmm!!"

"I agree! Now let me go!"

"Whoosh."

A gust of wind swept past.

Hearing the master's summons, Yajiu returned to the courtyard, blade aimed at the assassin's throat, his killing intent icier than ever.

Before anyone could react, there was a soft 'thud'—Assassin Yi's neck snapped and his head hit the ground.

Even the guards who hadn't approached fell silent, stepping back several paces.

The young masters who witnessed everything were terrified out of their wits.

Too terrifying!

The guards of that mansion kill people as easily as slicing watermelon!

"Master, are you all right?" Yajiu, frantic with worry, furrowed his brow and moved to support Jin Chen's arm.

"No……" He hissed.

Jin Chen pressed his waist.

"Oh no, I moved too much just now and aggravated this body's old ailment."

"My waist hurts."

Jin Chen spoke frankly, then pointed angrily at Zhou Zihong: "Your courtyard—why is there an assassin after the Heir Apparent's life? And he was hiding in the room while I was changing!"

Yajiu's sharp eyes flashed with anger, his killing intent already aroused.

Zhou Zihong stepped back half a step, his eyes fixed on the back courtyard corner, annoyed that the two siblings still hadn't appeared; if Jin Chen left just like that, any future move against him would be difficult.

But his pleading expression was too obvious; Yajiu stared, his eyes turning icy.

He happened to see the grass stir in the wind, even the slightest motion.

To his surprise, someone was still there.

Yajiu shifted, snatched the assassin's sword from the ground, and flung it into the grass.

Just then, two figures darted out like poisonous snakes, agile and flashing their blades.

"Yajiu, long time no see!"

Yajiu recognized them, his heart pounding, his mind consumed by a single thought.

He must not let them get near the master.

"Hmph, even if you outrank us siblings, you're no match for our combined strength!"

"Du Mei" spat scorn, still trying to close in on Jin Chen to slay the thorn in the side of the victorious king.

Pressed by the two-on-one assault, Yajiu's movements were clearly restrained; even without being at a disadvantage, he couldn't gain the upper hand.

The Zhou Manor guards tried to help, but each approach drew indiscriminate strikes; their attacks were swift and lethal.

Jin Chen's eyes darkened; a silver needle lay in his palm, his long fingers pinching it and shooting it forth.