I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 389 - 302: Unlucky (Part 2)

Such an arrogant person will become the Emperor of Yan Country in the future. At this thought, Xie Yun felt a bit like resigning from his post.

But there was no choice. Comparing people leads to despair; comparing goods leads to discarding. Between the brothers Rong Qichun and Rong Qijun, it was like picking a general among dwarfs. After all, the Imperial Successor Rong Jing was so weak.

Everyone in the court was well aware that the Crown Prince plotted against the Empress Dowager. It was truly vicious and cruel. Although the Second Prince was foolish, he was still young...

Holding his book, Xie Yun said indifferently, "Please go ahead... Actually, I can leave too. Perhaps it’s best to stop here for today. I can come another day to lecture Your Highness again."

"No need, no need. Jingqi, you may wait a moment and watch my blade technique," Rong Qijun said with a smile, putting on an air of humility and respect.

"Very well then." Xie Yun had no choice but to patiently sit on a distant chair, unsure of what Rong Qijun had in mind.

In his view, it was only a matter of time before the Crown Prince was deposed. Rong Qijun’s good days were about to begin, and he himself was following orders to teach him as a stepping stone to making him the Crown Prince.

Wasn’t it evident? Even Song Zhi, who only followed the Emperor’s orders, was here, clearly indicating that the Second Prince would win by default.

Rong Qijun casually picked up a knife, glanced past Xie Yun, his eyes slightly cold, but still spoke with a smile:

"I’ve never seen Commander Song’s martial arts. I heard that such a master can sweep a crowd with a single burst of Inner Strength. I wonder what that looks like..."

The smile in his eyes did not reach their depths, filled with the familiar falseness and flattery that Song Zhi recognized.

Song Zhi replied coldly, "Second Prince, just speak your mind."

If Rong Qijun didn’t bear such a resemblance to Rong Jing, it was doubtless that he was a legitimate child. Song Zhi would have cut him down, questioning how Your Majesty, such a capable and wise person, could have fathered such ill-fated sons.

Rong Qijun was awkward for a couple of seconds before saying directly, "I want to see Commander Song’s martial arts. Is that possible?"

"Releasing Inner Strength is likely to harm someone," Song Zhi did not refuse, instead speaking straightforwardly.

Rong Qijun replied, "Isn’t that perfect? I plan to go hunting in the field tomorrow, and today all the Hidden Guards from the mansion have already been sent out to scout the field, so there’s no one in the backyard. No one will get hurt. Commander Song, please go ahead."

"Then isn’t this place very dangerous?" Song Zhi vaguely realized something.

Upon hearing their conversation, Xie Yun suddenly felt uneasy.

No way, no way, it can’t be that coincidental. I can’t be that unlucky.

Rong Qijun looked at Song Zhi with great trust: "This place is the Prince Mansion, how could it be dangerous? Besides, even if something dangerous were to happen, don’t we have you, Commander Song?"

His face, indeed, resembled the Emperor... Song Zhi’s vision blurred for a moment, pressing his lips together without responding.

Xie Yun breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that Song Zhi’s martial arts must be extremely high, and this was the Second Prince’s Mansion, so why should he worry?

Suddenly, the sound of something breaking through the air came!

"Assassins!"

Song Zhi roared, quickly turning, only to see several sharp arrows shooting in from the corridor, heading straight for Rong Qijun.

The long knife was unsheathed, and Song Zhi quickly rushed in front of Rong Qijun, deflecting the sharp arrows.

Rong Qijun clutched his chest, still in shock: "I knew with you, Commander Song, I wouldn’t be harmed."

Xie Yun had just consoled himself when he saw a group of people dressed as guards rushing over from the backyard corridor.

"..."

He stood up, instantly admitting defeat, and quickly ran to Song Zhi’s side: "I’m here too, Commander Song, save me."

Damn it, why did this happen? Next time, he must, must learn martial arts from Su Zixiao!

Rong Qijun looked at the guard-like people, unable to believe it: "You, I didn’t expect you would betray me! I am the Second Prince of this Dynasty—"

In response was another sharp arrow.

Song Zhi frowned, standing in front of Xie Yun and Rong Qijun, his eyes calm and indifferent: "You two, be careful. Stand back-to-back, hide behind me, and watch out for stray arrows."

"And what about you, Commander Song..." Xie Yun asked with concern.

Song Zhi raised his knife to fight, each swing deadly, ferociously, causing the two to click their tongues in amazement.

However, Song Zhi, being just one person, found it increasingly difficult to fend off many opponents while also protecting Rong Qijun and Xie Yun...

Rong Qijun, at least, knew some martial arts, while Xie Yun could only climb a wall.

A moment later, Xie Yun knelt on one knee, panting heavily, his white clothes dotted with blood.

He clutched his arm tightly, blood dripping through his fingers.

Just now, Song Zhi lost focus for a moment, and an assassin had slashed Xie Yun, with the wound deep enough to see the bone.

He gritted his teeth, barely staying upright, almost fainting from the pain, and his face turned extremely pale.

"Second Prince, where are your guards?" Seeing Xie Yun injured, the flames of anger in Song Zhi’s eyes seemed to ignite abruptly as he questioned harshly.

Rong Qijun narrowly dodged the knife of an assassin, shouting: "They are here... They must be, they just need time. Commander Song, hold on a bit longer."

Upon hearing this, Xie Yun struggled to lift his head, his vision blurred.

When he finally saw Rong Qijun’s expression clearly, a chill ran through his body, freezing even his heart.

—Rong Qijun’s expression was one of panic, but his narrow eyes showed no fear, even revealing a hint of sarcasm.

That was mockery!

In an instant, Xie Yun figured out Rong Qijun’s true intentions, even guessing who the assassins belonged to.

Even with the high manners of Dayan’s former first gentleman, he couldn’t help but curse internally.

Rong Qijun and Rong Qichun were vying and scheming against each other. Damn it, what did it have to do with him?

Was it because he left lessons too difficult for Rong Qijun? Did Rong Qijun want to take the opportunity to get rid of him?

Why was he always the unfortunate one? He really couldn’t perform martial arts!

Xie Yun spit out a mouthful of blood, his vision blackened as he fell to the ground.

In his final moment, he saw Song Zhi, covered in blood, rushing toward him.