Fang Nian also felt a chill, looking up he caught sight of He Yiyuan’s gaze, glinting with ruthlessness. He couldn’t help but step back and stutter, "He... Brother He, why... why are you looking at me like that."

"How should I look at you?" Drawing the Treasured Sword that emitted a cold gleam, he gently wiped it with his sleeve.

"It’s creepy to look at, better you don’t look at me at all. Let’s pretend I didn’t say anything just now," shaking his head, he prepared to lead the soldiers in an assault on the Iron Cavalry Army and storm into the residence.

Just as Fang Nian was turning around, He Yiyuan’s sword rose and fell, and Fang Nian’s head rolled to the ground, blood spurting over a meter high from the gaping wound, and his body collapsed thunderously.

The soldiers nearby, upon seeing this, retreated in droves, looking at He Yiyuan as if he were a ghost, none daring to approach.

He Yiyuan looked at the Treasured Sword, satisfied to see not a speck of blood on it, he nodded and nonchalantly sheathed the sword. "If any of you also wish to rebel, then he," he pointed at the lifeless Fang Nian on the ground, "will be your fate."

The soldiers looked at each other, not a single one stepping forward, just stood rooted to the spot, watching He Yiyuan.

"If you don’t want to rebel, what are you waiting for? Drop your weapons and line up," he bellowed with full force, scaring the soldiers into immediately dropping their swords and tremblingly stepping back.

With a wave of his hand, He Yiyuan signaled for the soldiers behind him to pick up the fallen swords, gather them together, to prevent any of them from turning traitor. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"Stay quiet and wait. If anyone dares to make a sound, don’t blame me for being unkind," he glanced at the soldiers sideways, then turned back to enjoy the sunset.

A group of people stood outside the secret chamber, all craning their necks, wondering when they would be able to leave the Prince Mo Residence. They had had enough excitement for a lifetime today and really did not want to stay in this cursed place any longer.

Shangguan Rui furrowed his brow and nudged Beitang Xuan beside him. "Brother Beitang, when do you think all this will end today?"

Beitang Xuan looked at the sunset, which was about to dip below the horizon, and shook his head, "Who knows, it’s a good thing the enchanting princess was found, otherwise, we’d be in real trouble today."

Situ Wuyou overheard this and just frowned, "Brother Beitang, aren’t you exaggerating a bit?"

Exaggerating? Are you aware of the origins of the Dragon Guards?" Beitang Xuan turned his head to look at Situ Wuyou, who appeared unconcerned.

"Aren’t they just the Emperor’s Hidden Guard? Is there something more to their story?" Wuyou was hearing this for the first time, recalling vague mentions by his father that seemed to suggest that they were a level above the Hidden Guard.

"Pfft, you couldn’t be more wrong," Beitang Xuan said with a shake of his head and a smile.

"Oh? Let’s hear it then," Situ Wuyou’s interest was piqued, and he folded his fan to listen attentively as Beitang Xuan told of the origins of the Dragon Guards.

"It’s not just the Dragon Guards, but also the Phoenix Guards. The Dragon Guards only obey the Emperor, and the Phoenix Guards only obey the Empress. This has been unchanged through the dynasties. According to historical records, at the time when the Founding Emperor ascended the throne, he secretly trained a group of Hidden Guards. They endured harsh cold and scorching heat, went through dangers, and survived all manner of fights. In the end, after multiple rounds of selection, only a hundred were left."

"Wait a minute, there were only about fifty of them that came out today. Where are the rest?" Situ Wuyou interrupted Beitang Xuan, eager to know where the remaining guards were.

"They were killed by their own," Beitang Xuan shrugged his shoulders, simply stating the last sentence.

"Killing their own kind, that’s ruthless," Shangguan Rui let out a cold huff.

"What about the Phoenix Guards?" Xiahou Yuan, also very curious, leaned in to ask.

"They have never made an appearance," Beitang Xuan was also puzzled; could the historical records be wrong?