On the first day of March in the tenth year of Long An, Li Feng, Emperor of Long An had died
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The little crown prince was scared out of his wits in the chaos of battle. At a complete loss for what to do, he could only hold Chang Geng's hand tightly.
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When the two armies were in disorder, all the civil and military officials fled, and the emperor's chariot laid on the ground in complete disorder. But when the people were scattered, the target became concentrated — the assassins who had deliberately stirred the water rushed towards Chang Geng and the crown prince together.
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Before coming here, Lord Fang had instructed them, "Yan Wang must be killed no matter what. If you have the chance, do not let the crown prince go either."
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The assassins saw two of their targets were all together in the same place, especially convenient for them!
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An arrow grazed over the crown prince's head. The crown prince was carried around by Chang Geng like a puppy. He couldn't even cry out. He was so scared he could only choke in silence.
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All of a sudden, someone reached out and wiped away the tears on his face. The crown prince saw his Fourth Uncle wipe his tears through his hazy eyes, his raised arm exposed a black iron wrist bracelet. A xiu zhong si popped out in an instant, breaking an assassin's wrist. Yan Wang snatched the assassin's blade, spun the hilt, and swiftly delivered a slash.
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"When I was your age, I was besieged by a group of hungry wolves outside the Northern Gate." Chang Geng's voice was very stable, "At that time, there were no people anywhere. I had only a small knife with me, the kind that the countryside children play with — it was not the common wolf that chased me, but the ones the Barbarians raised with their own method, especially used to kill people. They were very big, higher than me when standing up."
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Yan Wang had always been famous for his outstanding demeanor. Whether it was his enemy or his friends, they all had to admit this. Unlike most of the high-ranking officials’ precious sons who grew up in the capital, he was not flashy, but different from the poor Han Lin sons or soldiers with military background. He was neither deprived nor ferocious. He appeared very calm, but not the kind of calmness of Master Liao Ran. He resembled a stone statue of a fierce god placed in a temple — awe-inspiring and intimidating, lonesome and covered in ashes. Many people had secretly mimic the calm and elegant demeanor of Yan Wang. It was difficult for others to associate him with hungry wolves outside the pass.
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The little crown prince was stunned.
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At this time, two assassins rushed forward one by one, one of them slashed at the little crown prince in Chang Geng's arm, intending to force him to back down, the other blocking his retreat from behind.
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Chang Geng gave a low sneer.
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How could a child who grew up playing swords with the iron puppets of the Marquis’s Manor retreat in front of such an opponent of this caliber?
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Chang Geng lifted his blade horizontally to block the assassin's sword. In a moment of fright, the assassin was unable to retract his sword, the sharp weapon in his hand flew away. He carelessly guarded himself with both arms but was 'cut in two' by Yan Wang.
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Chang Geng kept on flying forward three steps, using the momentum from turning around, he turned back and threw out the blade, scared the pursuer to step back and into the point of a spear from an imperial army soldier rushing up.
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On the first day of March in the tenth year of Long An, Li Feng, Emperor of Long An had died
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2
The little crown prince was scared out of his wits in the chaos of battle. At a complete loss for what to do, he could only hold Chang Geng's hand tightly.
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When the two armies were in disorder, all the civil and military officials fled, and the emperor's chariot laid on the ground in complete disorder. But when the people were scattered, the target became concentrated — the assassins who had deliberately stirred the water rushed towards Chang Geng and the crown prince together.
+
Before coming here, Lord Fang had instructed them, "Yan Wang must be killed no matter what. If you have the chance, do not let the crown prince go either."
+
The assassins saw two of their targets were all together in the same place, especially convenient for them!
+
An arrow grazed over the crown prince's head. The crown prince was carried around by Chang Geng like a puppy. He couldn't even cry out. He was so scared he could only choke in silence.
+
All of a sudden, someone reached out and wiped away the tears on his face. The crown prince saw his Fourth Uncle wipe his tears through his hazy eyes, his raised arm exposed a black iron wrist bracelet. A xiu zhong si popped out in an instant, breaking an assassin's wrist. Yan Wang snatched the assassin's blade, spun the hilt, and swiftly delivered a slash.
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"When I was your age, I was besieged by a group of hungry wolves outside the Northern Gate." Chang Geng's voice was very stable, "At that time, there were no people anywhere. I had only a small knife with me, the kind that the countryside children play with — it was not the common wolf that chased me, but the ones the Barbarians raised with their own method, especially used to kill people. They were very big, higher than me when standing up."
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Yan Wang had always been famous for his outstanding demeanor. Whether it was his enemy or his friends, they all had to admit this. Unlike most of the high-ranking officials’ precious sons who grew up in the capital, he was not flashy, but different from the poor Han Lin sons or soldiers with military background. He was neither deprived nor ferocious. He appeared very calm, but not the kind of calmness of Master Liao Ran. He resembled a stone statue of a fierce god placed in a temple — awe-inspiring and intimidating, lonesome and covered in ashes. Many people had secretly mimic the calm and elegant demeanor of Yan Wang. It was difficult for others to associate him with hungry wolves outside the pass.
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The little crown prince was stunned.
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At this time, two assassins rushed forward one by one, one of them slashed at the little crown prince in Chang Geng's arm, intending to force him to back down, the other blocking his retreat from behind.
+
Chang Geng gave a low sneer.
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How could a child who grew up playing swords with the iron puppets of the Marquis’s Manor retreat in front of such an opponent of this caliber?
+
Chang Geng lifted his blade horizontally to block the assassin's sword. In a moment of fright, the assassin was unable to retract his sword, the sharp weapon in his hand flew away. He carelessly guarded himself with both arms but was 'cut in two' by Yan Wang.
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Chang Geng kept on flying forward three steps, using the momentum from turning around, he turned back and threw out the blade, scared the pursuer to step back and into the point of a spear from an imperial army soldier rushing up.
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