"Prime Minister, someone has arrived." Feng Ying's voice reached Hua Yunjin's ears.
Hua Yunjin raised his eyes, his gaze fixing on the figure galloping towards them on horseback.
It was Regent Xue Wenjie.
Xue Wenjie reined in his horse, dismounted, and walked over. Upon seeing the youth standing up from the ground was Hua Yunjin, his expression turned terrifyingly cold, his voice laced with anger, "Hua Yunjin, how dare you? What do you intend by kidnapping the young prince? Lower the young prince at once and surrender!"
Hua Yunjin scoffed at his words, his eyes filled with mockery, "Regent, you failed to eliminate this prime minister last time? And this time you've framed me with the charge of kidnapping the young prince?"
Xue Wenjie sneered, "Hua Yunjin, with witnesses and evidence, you have no room to argue here..."
He waved his hand and said coldly, "Guards, seize the traitor."
This time, he did not believe Hua Yunjin had the ability to escape his grasp.
Hua Yunjin saw a dense mass of guards emerge from behind Xue Wenjie, surrounding him completely.
His gaze turned cold, and he said, "Regent, you frame court officials and arbitrarily impose charges. Are you not afraid of divine retribution for doing so?"
The Regent sneered, "You are the one who kidnapped the young prince, and you will be the one struck by lightning."
"Is that so? But it seems the Regent cannot move this prime minister today."
Hua Yunjin chuckled softly, the youth's face composed and unfazed, showing no hint of fear.
Xue Wenjie sneered, merely a cornered beast struggling. His gaze suddenly sharpened, and he roared, "Seize him..."
"Regent, wait a moment." A voice called out, and two figures landed before Hua Yunjin.
Xue Wenjie narrowed his eyes, seeing two unfamiliar men, and asked coldly, "Who are you?"
Xue Wenjie was certain he had never seen them before.
One of them produced a token and said coldly, "I am Feng Ying, one of the Feng Yin."
Xue Wenjie trembled all over, staring intently at the token in Feng Ying's hand, which bore only two characters: Feng Yin.
It was said that when the Xue clan ancestors founded the Desolate Marsh Kingdom, to prevent imperial power from being unstable, they secretly trained a group of elite assassins loyal only to supreme imperial power; these were the Feng Yin.
He had only heard of them before but had never seen them.
Now, the appearance of the Feng Yin here represented the supreme imperial authority.
Xue Wenjie clenched his fists tightly. Xue Zining's sudden appearance last time had foiled his plans. Must this effort also be in vain this time?
"Regent, please leave this place immediately," Feng Ying said coldly. Da Feng Novel Network.
However, the response he received was Xue Wenjie raising his head with a fierce gaze, "The Feng Yin are loyal to imperial power their entire lives and will not leave its side. Someone is impersonating the Feng Yin; seize them all."
Feng Ying's expression changed instantly. Someone could twist black into white.
The atmosphere became tense, "Feng Ying, it seems a fierce battle is unavoidable today," Feng Jiu said slowly from behind.
Feng Ying put away his token, a bloodthirsty cold smile on his lips, "Indeed. I wonder if His Majesty will permit us to unleash slaughter?"
"Feng Ying, Feng Jiu, stop." Just then, Hua Yunjin suddenly spoke.
Feng Ying turned his head, his eyes flowing with bloodlust, his voice exceptionally cold, "What do you want?"
"You cannot act," Hua Yunjin said, word by word.
Feng Ying was slightly stunned, "Do you realize that if we don't act, you will have no choice but to surrender?"
"Yes, even if I die, I will not allow His Majesty's reputation to be tarnished," Hua Yunjin stated firmly.
Because, the appearance of the Feng Yin would surely lead to a sea of blood.