SFS Chapter 492 Death
Chapter 492 Death
The well-trained imperial guards quickly moved towards the wise prince, surrounding him completely. They drew their swords from their waists with a "whoosh," adopted a defensive posture, and vigilantly watched their surroundings.
In an instant, the atmosphere became heavy.
The rustling of the mountain wind through the branches and leaves made the wise king tense and his heart pound.
He realized he had been ambushed and panicked: "What...what should we do?"
The commander of the Imperial Guards said solemnly, "I fear there are assassins both inside and outside the house."
The Prince Xian's face turned ashen. He couldn't understand how his father's meticulous arrangements could have gone wrong.
In a flash, something occurred to him, and he said in a trembling voice, "The former dynasty... the remnants of the former dynasty... the remnants of the former dynasty."
More than 20 years ago, after the fall of the previous dynasty, the former crown prince disappeared without a trace.
No matter how many people the late emperor and the Northern Qi emperor sent, they could never find their whereabouts.
Even if they killed the entire Lin family.
Even if they bring the statue of Emperor Taizu back to light.
They didn't leave a single trace.
It was as if it appeared out of thin air and then disappeared just as suddenly.
This shows that they act with extreme caution.
Yet this meticulous and thorough group of people left some traces while inciting the people to revolt, allowing the Northern Qi emperor's people to track down their whereabouts.
Looking back now, it's clear that the remnants of the previous dynasty deliberately left clues to lure them into a trap.
What's even more frightening is what kind of schemes they have after they've taken the bait.
The remnants of the previous dynasty were able to be accurately identified.
It was as if they were lurking right beside them, watching their every move.
The purpose was to eliminate these princes one by one.
Thinking of this, the wise king felt a chill run down his spine and his hair stand on end. He was afraid that he would die here.
"Your Highness, whoever the assassins are, they came prepared. I'm afraid we are no match for them." After saying this, the commander of the Imperial Guards pointed to a few guards: "You few, cover Your Highness's escape."
"Subordinates take orders."
Five or six imperial guards escorted the wise king out.
The commander of the Imperial Guards led the remaining three men to cover their retreat.
The wise prince slowly followed behind the imperial guards. When he saw them leave the mansion without being attacked, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly caught up with them.
The next moment, he suddenly stopped, his eyes widened, and he stared intently ahead.
Half a mile away, several masked men in black rode on horseback, their left hands holding bows and their right hands nocking arrows, the bowstrings drawn taut, aiming at his forehead, ready to fire.
The wise prince's legs trembled violently, and he clenched his teeth tightly before turning and running into the courtyard.
With a 'whoosh', the bowstring twanged and the arrow flew out.
"clang--"
The arrow struck the sword and fell to the ground.
This sound was like a signal being sent out.
Dozens of men in black emerged from various corners.
The wise king was so frightened that he retreated to the side of the imperial guards.
The Imperial Guards clashed with the men in black.
Amidst flashing swords and clashing blades, the two sides clashed, blood splattering everywhere.
"Walk."
The commander of the Imperial Guards blocked the long sword aimed at the wise king.
They were outnumbered by the men in black, not to mention that each of the men in black was highly skilled.
Under the siege of the men in black, their men fell one by one.
He won't be able to hold on for long either.
The wise king was terrified.
One of the imperial guards grabbed the wise prince and fled through a bloody path carved out by the commanders.
Just as they escaped to the back door, a dark figure blocked their way.
The Imperial Guards suddenly drew their swords, each strike deadly.
Two figures fought fiercely, their swords clashing with a deafening metallic clang.
Under the cover of the Imperial Guards, the Wise King arrived at the gate.
Once you step out of this door...
He escaped death by a hair's breadth.
A glimmer of hope appeared in the wise king's eyes, and he turned to run.
"Well--"
A long sword pierced his body.