"That palm strike from the Madam was terrifyingly powerful."
"The Assassin must have been turned to ash!"
"You know, something ominous dwells within the Madam's hand…"
"Shh! The Prince is coming!"
As Zheng Xiu strode down the long corridor with his head held high, the assassins from the Brotherhood whistled one after another to greet the Prince.
Last night's "Assassin" incident had caused a huge stir in the Red King Mansion. It had been a minor affair, but Zheng Xiu couldn't reveal the truth. He could only let his brothers remain on edge for a while. He'd just have to treat it as a long-overdue training drill.
At breakfast, Zheng Erniang brought up the previous night's infiltration, her face etched with worry. Feng Bei, who was sipping her tea, merely smiled to herself, lowering her head in silence. With a grand wave of his hand, Zheng Xiu reassured his family, declaring that Feng Bei had turned the Assassin to ash with a single slap, so there was nothing to worry about.
