Chapter 69: Desperate Fury!

  Tang Wanli's eyes widened in shock, his mouth agape; this sudden war drum sound even made him forget the extreme shame and displeasure he had felt just now, his entire heart filled with one thought: Jun Zhan has gone mad! This old goods, why has he gone mad? At the weakest moment of the Jun family?!

  "Everyone return to the Tang's house immediately! Those with military duties, take a step forward and quickly change into your uniforms before reporting for duty! The rest of you, without my orders, are not allowed to take one step out of the house!" Old Master Tang gave a series of commands decisively.

  Instantly, dozens of people bowed and turned around to rush away, even running at a speed that exceeded their own fastest pace.

  At this time, the drum of gathering generals was beaten, indicating that the situation had become extremely dangerous and no one would doubt that tonight, if any officer dared to be late for a single moment, he would certainly lose his head! The strictness of the Heavenly Fragrance Kingdom's military was unparalleled in the entire country.

  Anyone who disobeys orders will be killed without pardon, regardless of whether you are a high-ranking official, a noble family member, or the son of a phoenix and dragon!

  The sound of horseshoes came from all directions, rushing and continuous, surging like a tide towards the central campus; everyone's armor was bright, their faces urgent, the whips in their hands slapping loudly on the warhorses that they usually cherished more than their lives, galloping along, each one as if racing 800 miles!

  "Lord Hou, what should we do with these remaining scoundrels?" a skilled fighter from the Tang Manor asked, pointing at the remnants of the North City Gang.

  "Bring them all back and interrogate them one by one!" Old Master Tang knew that this wouldn't be effective, but he still held onto a glimmer of hope.

  As the war horses galloped by in batches, the loud sound of military bugles also rose up simultaneously from all the barracks inside and outside the city. All troops were hastily assembled, maintaining their highest state of combat readiness, waiting for their commanders to return from the inspection platform before immediately setting off!

  The old master is going crazy!

  This is absolutely true.

  When Princess Ling Meng sent two people to the Jun residence, more than half a watch had passed since the assassination; Old Master Jun was reading in his study, smiling on his face, feeling content and satisfied. My grandson, the prodigal son, has turned over a new leaf and is now diligent and determined. Even among all the noble young masters in Tian Xiang City, there isn't even half of one who can compare to my grandson.

  Seeing your family in such a withered moment, there is such a great hope and turning point, how can you not be greatly comforted, old sir?

  At the moment when he was in the best mood, Butler Pong lightly knocked on the door and walked in with a serious face, saying that Princess Ling Meng had sent someone to find Master to report some things.

  Jun Wartian was immediately summoned, but upon seeing the guard, he saw that his whole body was stained with blood. The old man's heart skipped a beat, and from the guard's hesitant and evasive words, Jun Wartian felt increasingly uneasy, his face growing more and more unsightly. Old Pang stood behind him with a worried expression, making Jun Wartian feel even more...

  Under a string of pressing questions, the guard finally said, "The body of Jun San Gongzi is gone..."

  It was just this short sentence! Jun Zhan Tian heard it, like the sound of ten thousand thunderclaps exploding in his brain at the same time. His sturdy body shook a few times, and suddenly his face turned pale, he fell backwards without making a sound, and instantly lost all signs of life!

  Lao Pang was shocked, fortunately he had prepared early, a pinch of people in the middle, punching his chest and mouth, finally letting the old man wake up again. The guard was trembling on the ground, not daring to move at all. Anyone knew that Jun Moxie, this young master, was in the heart of Jun Lao Ye's position, as long as he responded improperly, he would be killed!

  The old master woke up, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood. His face instantly turned deathly pale, and his eyes became dull. However, the words from his mouth were still clear and low: "What's going on? Tell me slowly, without missing a single detail." Although his voice was low, the weight in his words was like a high mountain, pressing down heavily.

  The guard had already turned pale with fear, and slowly described what happened. Throughout his account, Lord Jun's face remained stern, not uttering a single word. Finally, after he finished speaking, Lord Jun weakly waved his hand and said, "You may go."

  The guard retreated with a scowl on his face, only to discover that he was drenched in sweat from head to toe.

  In the study, Jun Zhan Tian closed his eyes, raised his head to the sky, and rolled his Adam's apple up and down. The corners of his eyes, full of wrinkles, squeezed out a drop of old tears...

  If you're still the same as before, then it's not surprising that such a thing happened. You've already lost hope, and now turning to despair isn't a big deal. The decline of your family is already set in motion, so even if this day comes earlier than expected, it doesn't matter much.

  But the problem is that just when Mr. Jun saw his grandson's astonishing change, he had just seen a glimmer of hope and was filled with excitement and comfort, and at the same time, he was full of endless fantasies about the future of the Jun family. This sudden news, however, instantly plunged Mr. Jun into an abyss from which there was no return!

  With such a huge contrast, Master Jun didn't go crazy on the spot, which is already quite self-controlled.

  Mo Xie died in order to deliver a message to Princess Ling Meng. This was Old Master's first deduction.

  The target of the assassin is Princess Ling Meng. With such audacity, apart from the three princes, it must be a hostile force from another country. At present, the position of the crown prince has not been determined, and the three kings are fighting for the throne. Other countries would rather see them fight each other to the death, so at this moment, enemy nations will not do such extreme things. Therefore, the three princes are the most suspicious! This is the second inference!

  Thirdly, the princess was supposed to be the main target of the assassin, but Moye is dead and the princess is still alive! This is suspicious. Is it that Moye's arch-enemy, namely his usual greatest opponent Li family and Meng family, deliberately hired an assassin to do this? Was the assassination of the princess just a smokescreen?! Third inference.

  Mo Ye, the messenger, died, while the princess who was stabbed is unharmed. This shows that although Mo Ye delivered the message to the princess, she clearly did not send guards to protect him. All the armed forces were concentrated on protecting the princess, and Mo Ye was killed so easily! This is the fourth inference.

  The more he thought about fighting against heaven, the darker his complexion became, the sharper his eyes grew, and eventually, they were ferocious!

  Why did my grandson die after sending a message with good intentions, while that woman should have died but didn't?!

  My lord fought in the war as a young man, with thousands of battles throughout his life! He killed his way out of a million corpses and became a great duke, establishing great merit for the empire, unmatched by anyone in the country! My lord had three sons and three grandsons; two sons died for the country, the youngest son was crippled for life, two grandsons fought on the battlefield, dying without a name; now, the only remaining bloodline has also sacrificed himself to protect the imperial princess...

  A family of loyalty and martyrdom, the Jun household, has actually come to an end like this! If that's the case, what am I still nostalgic for?! It's all over anyway, so why not let everyone who opposed my Jun household perish together with me?!

  He burst into a sorrowful laugh, the louder he laughed, the more tears streamed down his face. Suddenly, he stood up abruptly, his eyes flashing like lightning, with bloodshot eyes, he gazed coldly at the night outside the window, then turned around and walked slowly to the portrait of his late wife, standing upright, staring intently for a long time, his lips parted as if wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent, stretching out his palm, gently stroking the air, as if feeling something, or bidding a final farewell...

  The old master narrowed his eyes, seemingly forcing himself to hold back something, and suddenly turned around, took down the dusty sword that had been hanging on the wall for many years, and strode out with large steps, his white hair fluttering in the wind, never looking back again.

  At the moment he turned around, two old tears fell to the ground with a plop, shattering into sparkling fragments!

  In the portrait on the wall, an old woman with a kind face and eyes still smiled unchanged since ancient times. Her gaze seemed to penetrate through the painting, stretching far away. The night wind blew in from the window, causing the painting to flutter, as if making a weak attempt to retain something...