Chapter 632: First Volume, Chapter 632: Knowing a Person

First Volume, Chapter 632: Knowing a Person's Face Doesn't Mean Knowing Their Heart

Upon learning that Lin Wenwan was fighting desperately outside the city, Qin Feng felt a wave of deep emotion.

Over these years, few who left Jingdu were still alive.

But someone like Lin Wenwan, causing such a massive commotion, had never been seen before.

No wonder she was hailed as the greatest under the Mountain's Veil!

Even the sages of the Mountain's Veil would find it difficult to subdue Lin Wenwan.

Such a world-shaking martial genius had willingly remained in the Deep Palace for over twenty years.

It was simply unbelievable.

Ning Hu stepped up onto the City Gate Tower.

He too gazed toward the direction where Lin Wenwan was fighting.

"Brother Qin, Second Sister asked me to deliver a few words to you."

"First, hesitation in decision-making invites chaos!"

"Second, letting a tiger return to the mountains is no different from self-mutilation."

Qin Feng nodded, understanding Liu Hongyan's meaning.

Once Lin Wenwan returned to Jiangnan, she would become a great calamity—for Qin Feng and for the entire Shedynasty alike.

After all, this woman was not only extraordinarily skilled in martial arts, but her intellect and strategy were also top-tier.

Only by using tonight's momentum to cut grass and eliminate roots could they prevent the Lin Family from gaining wings.

Seeing Qin Feng remain silent, Ning Hu immediately asked: "Brother Qin, what are you still hesitating about?"

"Even if Lin Wenwan is strong, she is still alone."

"Just send the Black Riders—they can crush her into meat mud in the blink of an eye!"

Qin Feng did have reservations.

But they were not about Lin Wenwan—they were about the shadowy mastermind behind the assassins sent to kill her.

Who exactly was this person?

Tonight's assassination attempt on Lin Wenwan seemed logical on the surface, but in truth, it contained many irregularities.

The place where Lin Wenwan was attacked was not far from Jingdu City.

Such a massive disturbance—let alone the Black Guard—would surely have reached the ears of every garrison troop.

Remember, the purpose of sending assassins was to conceal the truth, but now it had become a case of covering one's ears while stealing a bell.

The shadowy mastermind would never make such a crude mistake.

Moreover, Lin Wenwan is no longer Imperial Consort.

Even if she were killed, what would it accomplish?

They should have sent the Imperial Guard or Palace Guards.

Not these cloth-clad assassins who appear fierce but are utterly worthless.

Qin Feng's peripheral vision flickered, his sharp gaze landing on Ning Hu.

"Anyone who has a grudge against Lin Wenwan must be a powerful noble."

"Little Marquis, even you know that to eliminate a master like Lin Wenwan, you must send the Black Riders."

"How could the shadowy mastermind not know that?"

Hearing this, Ning Hu froze.

"Wait—you mean there's a trick here?"

Qin Feng nodded.

With his hands behind his back, he gazed at the endless night sky and spoke solemnly: "The shadowy mastermind likely intends to squeeze out Lin Wenwan's last value—killing two birds with one arrow."

"The Qin and Lin families have long been mortal enemies."

"Emotionally and logically, I, Qin Feng, should have sent men to intercept and kill Lin Wenwan."

"Now that assassins have appeared, they've given me the perfect excuse to use another's knife to kill!"

Saying this, Qin Feng sighed deeply: "The Emperor still cares for Lin Wenwan—otherwise, he would never have let her go."

"If I kill Lin Wenwan, I will have forged a personal grudge with the Emperor."

"At that point, the Emperor will no longer face me as Liang Emperor—but as a madman who lost his beloved."

Hearing Qin Feng's words, Ning Hu suddenly awoke from a dream.

A chill ran down his spine.

"The waters of Jingdu are too deep!"

Qin Feng had always believed he navigated Jingdu with ease.

Yet time and again, reality proved that the power struggles he had witnessed were merely the tip of the iceberg in this city's web of fame and fortune.

Many unseen great figures lurked in the shadows, waiting for their moment.

"Issue orders: Tianji Camp must not move a single soldier."

"If Lin Wenwan survives and leaves Jingdu, it is her fortune."

"If she dies here, then all will be well!"

"The shadowy mastermind wants to drag me in? Dream on!"

Ning Hu gave a firm nod and turned to leave.

Then he suddenly remembered something.

"Since it's inconvenient to act within Jingdu, why not send the Brocade Uniform Guards to ambush her en route..."

Before Ning Hu could finish, Qin Feng waved his hand to cut him off.

"If you can't kill her in Jingdu, you'll never be able to kill her once you leave Jingdu."

"Beneath the Mountain of Hiding, the number one under Heaven—could that be mere empty fame?"

"Moreover, the Lin Family will surely send someone to meet her."

"There's no need to send the Brocade Clothing Guard on a risky mission—it's not worth it."

At this, Qin Feng's eyes revealed a depth.

He had already devised a plan, but did not reveal it to Ning Hu.

Little did they know, even if Lin Wenwan escaped back to Jiangnan, it might not all be bad!

At least one person would be pleased to see it happen.

……

Deep night, the Western Flower Hall of the Imperial Palace, the Brocade Carp Pond.

Seventh Prince Li Yong stood by the pond, hands behind his back.

Watching the moonlit water and the occasional brocade carp rising to blow bubbles, his brow exuded ease and unconcern.

With Li Qian fallen, not a single soul in the Hou Gong could now challenge him for the Crown Prince position!

Li Yong knew full well that all of this was thanks to Qin Feng's efforts.

Had the Northern Border Noble Clans not returned to stir chaos, would Li Qian have fallen so swiftly?

At that moment, a woman's voice came from behind.

"His Highness, the Empress Title has sent this Maid to deliver a message."

"The assassins sent to kill Lin Wenwan have been slaughtered entirely by her."

"That woman is terrifyingly powerful—she deserves the title of number one under Heaven."

Li Yong showed no reaction.

After all, who in the entire Imperial Palace didn't know the Imperial Consort's martial skill surpassed all others?

The maid lowered her head and added: "Qin Feng has taken great interest in this matter."

"He personally went to the City Gate Tower to observe from afar."

"Yet... he did not move a single soldier."

"The Empress Title remarked that this man acts with perfect ease—advance and he defies Heaven, retreat and he endures in silence."

"He is truly an exceedingly dangerous man."

"His Highness must be extremely cautious when dealing with Qin Feng in the future."

Li Yong's eyes gleamed brightly.

Qin Feng did not disappoint him.

"Heh, Qin Feng has already seen through Mother's scheme—he naturally won't fall for it."

"And... I suspect Qin Feng has even seen one step deeper."

"While everyone else wishes Lin Wenwan dead, I alone do not."

The maid looked up at Li Yong's back.

Moonlight spilled over Li Yong, seeming to radiate a faint aura of malice.

For some reason, the maid always felt that the Seventh Prince before her had changed.

"H... His Highness, should I deliver another message for you?"

Li Yong slowly turned, a faint sinister smile curling at his lips.

"You've delivered enough messages."

The maid froze, still not reacting.

A large hand reached from behind and clamped over her mouth and nose.

No matter how she struggled, she could not break free.

Long after, her body finally went limp.

Xiao Zhuozi, standing nearby, sneered: "Throw her in to feed the fish!"

Ploosh!

The Imperial Guard tied stones to the maid's body and tossed her straight into the Brocade Carp Pond.