Chapter Three: Turmoil at the Prince’s Mansion
“You’re far too confident.”
Zhao Ang, panting heavily, looked at her and said, “Even if my body is drained by wine and women, I’m not someone a mere woman like you can bully, let alone kill.”
In truth, he had riskily used a pressure-point technique to unleash the few remaining reserves of strength his body possessed.
Otherwise, with this body’s constitution, he would have had no chance to fight back.
“Damn it…”
The female assassin cursed in frustration before collapsing and dying.
Creak!
At that moment, the door suddenly swung open.
Almost instinctively, Zhao Ang swung his spear in a wide arc!
Clang!
A loud crash rang out as something shattered.
“Aiya!”
A startled scream followed!
Zhao Ang looked carefully and saw it was the elderly housemaid, who was holding a clay pot that had been shattered by his spear, sending hot soup splattering everywhere.
“What’s going on!”
Deputy General Wang Xin burst in with a group of guards.
Seeing Zhao Ang grasping the spear and a woman lying motionless on the floor, a long sword lying beside her, he asked, “Young master, who is she…”
Zhao Ang interrupted, “That woman’s dead by my hand. Just bury her outside!”
Wang Xin was momentarily stunned but nodded and ordered several guards to carry the woman out.
“You brat! Still causing trouble during confinement!”
The old Duke Wang, just returned from the palace, happened upon the scene and erupted in fury, cursing as he stormed inside.
But upon entering, he saw Zhao Ang slumped on the floor, spear in hand, while guards cleaned up the bloodstains.
“Do you want to die? At a time like this, you’re still thinking about playing with women! Today, I’ll teach you a lesson!”
The old Duke angrily rolled up his sleeves.
“Duke Wang, please calm down!”
Wang Xin hurried forward to intervene. “Young master, he…”
But the old duke shoved him aside and barked, “Family matters must not be made public! You and your men, don’t let anyone near the courtyard without my order!”
“Understood!”
Wang Xin glanced helplessly at Zhao Ang, then led the guards away and closed the door behind them.
Once the footsteps had faded, Zhao Ang grinned and said, “That was quite convincing.”
“Hmph, if I wasn’t convincing, I’d be dead already!”
The old duke sneered. “I, Zhao Rong, have fought countless battles, beheading enemies left and right. There are many who long to feast on my flesh and drink my blood.”
Zhao Ang chimed in, “Indeed, you are like the martial star descended from heaven, invincible and unstoppable. In the midst of ten thousand troops, you take the enemy general’s head as easily as plucking fruit—truly the bravest among the army…”
He was not exaggerating; according to the original body’s memories, Zhao Rong had indeed done just that.
For decades, his military career was unblemished by defeat, earning him the late emperor’s praise as “unrivaled in wisdom and bravery,” an honor of the highest degree.
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