Martial law…
Leng Yiyao’s fingertips twitched slightly as she tilted her head, meeting his gaze with an air of frankness. “I passed out an hour ago. How would I know why?”
The man was momentarily stunned—not sure whether it was her utterly straightforward demeanour or the sheer matter-of-factness in her eyes.
But in the next moment, he chuckled, nodding as if he were a meticulous scientist explaining a puzzle. “Prince Lu Ming was assassinated, and the culprit is still at large. The police are conducting a thorough investigation. Forget about people entering or leaving the city—right now, not even a fly could get through.”
Leng Yiyao’s face showed an expression as if she were listening to a fairytale. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at him. “You mean the second prince? The one most beloved by the people? Prince Lu Ming? He’s dead?”
The content wasn’t the key here—her performance was! Look at that shock, so genuine and raw. Leng Yiyao thought to herself—maybe she really had some talent for acting.
She had no choice. She was gravely injured and still relying on someone else to survive.
“Yes.” The man didn’t even blink as he watched her every move, dissecting every little detail.
If his guess was correct, the scimitar he had taken from her must have come from the royal guards.
As for how she got it—whether she stole it, snatched it, or simply took advantage of the chaos—that depended on what she had been up to tonight.
He had to admit—what he had seen earlier, watching her face off against two strong men, had left him impressed. No, more than that—it had been astonishing.
Women were naturally weaker in strength and combat skills compared to men. And yet, she had managed to defeat two men single-handedly—while bleeding profusely.
The only other women he had ever seen capable of such a feat were the elite guards specially trained to protect noblewomen in the royal family.
But judging from her demeanour and gaze, she was certainly not one of them.
After all, royal guards were always full of devotion and respect for the royal family.
But this woman—she was too free.
There was no fear in her eyes, no reverence to be found.
She could be joking with you one moment, then draw a blade to kill in the next.
People like her had no sense of hierarchy and no strong organisational discipline. There was no way she had been trained within the royal family’s strict selection process.
Which meant—the dagger was obtained through illegitimate means.
Moreover, when she mentioned Prince Lu Ming, there was not a trace of respect in her eyes. She didn’t even bother to hide it—or rather, she didn’t care enough to.
Did she look down on the royal family? Or was Lu Ming’s death simply irrelevant to her?
Either way, tonight, this woman had truly piqued his curiosity.
“A prince, assassinated just like that? What, were the royal guards just standing around eating dog food?” Leng Yiyao chuckled lazily, rolling up the empty bread bag before finishing the last sip of her milk. She smirked mockingly at him.
Trying to fish for information, to see if she was connected to the assassination?
She’d have to be an idiot to fall for that.
“I don’t know what they were doing,” the man replied, his voice calm. “All I know is that tonight, in the Oasis Palace not far from here, fifteen guards were killed. A captain. And one of the most respected princes in the nation.”
His voice dropped lower and lower, until it almost felt like it was brushing against her ear…
The silence suddenly became jarringly loud. Leng Yiyao raised her head slightly, studying the look in his eyes.
If she hadn’t misheard…
There was a hint of satisfaction in his tone.
Satisfaction?
What the hell? Weren’t the people of this country supposed to adore their royal family?
And Prince Lu Ming—at least according to the memories of this body—was beloved by nearly everyone. The only one who didn’t seem to favour him was the king himself. Everywhere else, he was practically worshipped.
So why was there satisfaction in this man’s eyes?
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