บท 78: Chapter 78

Ning Yi smiled silently. From her angle, Feng Zhiwei could see a dim sparkle in his lidded eyes.

After laughter and conversation, the group eventually dispersed. Feng Zhiwei walked them to the gate, and just as she was letting out a breath of relief, grateful that Shao Ning had not started any chaos, she heard clashing metal in the front yard. "Assassin!" Someone cried as weapons were unsheathed.

Feng Zhiwei's heart tightened and all the princes exchanged a glance before rushing forward faster than she could.

People fought intensely in the front yard, many guards wearing the uniforms of different mansions were working together against two makes men in grey. The grey men were like ghosts, plunging here and dashing there, the swords in their hands unpredictable as they flashed at and spilled blood, pushing back the guards.

Feng Zhiwei stood for a moment, observing, almost immediately detecting the weirdness of the scene.