Rebirth of the tryant's pet:Prince regent is too fierce

Chapter 16 - Assasination

Gong Jue couldn't accept such an idea.

Before he could gather his thoughts, Gong Yi hurriedly covered his mouth and cautiously glanced over his head.

"There's an intruder!"

Her little hand was soft and smelled of sweet cake. Gong Jue shook off his daze when he suddenly heard crumbling sounds on the rooftop.

A group of men moved with very light footsteps; they quickly jumped off the eaves and landed in front of the house. At exactly that moment, Gong Yi Mo suddenly attacked!

She skillfully thew a dagger and hit the chest of an assassin, causing him to fall off the window. When their leader witnessed one of his subordinates die, he was shocked. Who told them that this was just a simple assassination?

It seems that a mysterious expert in the vicinity was protecting this unfavored Prince!

After their fiasco, the men regrouped and prepared a serious assault. The window crashed and four blackly dressed men rushed in, only to be greeted by the sight of three little children! Behind their masks, their jaws dropped open in surprise.

Gong Jue didn't give them an opportunity to respond. He pulled out a narrow sword and stabbed at a masked man, while Gong Yi pushed Xin'er aside and joined the battle.

The leader of the assassinating team was shocked seeing the skill of two mere children!

However when he remembers his deal with Liu Xian Fei, his eyes glinted with a fierce light! The Western King's son was on his way to the capital. If the Ninth Prince dies, then his relatives will never find out the truth of the whole story. However if he survives, then Gong Jue will inevitably threaten both Liu Xian Fei and the Queen. These two children are dangerous! He must kill these two hidden snakes in their cradles today!

While Gong Jue struggled with an opponent, Gong Yi Mo skillfully fought off a group. Seeing her threat, the other men turned their focus on attacking her. How could they be so vicious, ganging up on a child!

Gong Jue had no experience fighting with a group. He had an unfair disadvantage at the beginning, but as he kept going, he movements gradually became smooth. His little body jumped forward with renewed energy to fight.

The more the two battled, the more assassins were injured!

The leader panicked. Who in the world trained these two children in martial arts, especially to this extent! However, he must not fail in his mission!

So he sent out a signal, and then once again engaged in battle with Gong Yi Mo. He had to use his full concentration to deal with her; it was difficult to imagine that a simple 10-year-old girl actually did not fall behind him in martial skill!

But it doesn't matter. He already sent the signal for reinforcement. Tonight, these two children will die right here!

Gong Yi Mo naturally didn't miss the enemy's signal; she was in a rush against time. If they only had to deal with this small group, then she and Jue would have a chance to win, but more people would be tricky. At that moment, she saw Gong Jue get stabbed on the shoulders! She quickly intercepted her opponent's sword, grabbed the struggling man, and tossed him out the window while yelling, "I'll take care of things here, Gong Jue, you go to Father!"

Go to Father?

Gong Jue was about to speak, when suddenly another group rushed up to fight him. He once again joined the melee, completely ignoring the bloody stream on his shoulder. There's no way he was planning to go back to that hypocritical Father. Even at the cost of his life, he would rather die with Gong Yi!

After hearing Yi Mo's command to the boy, some of the men in black attempted to leave so they can report to the inner palace. However, Gong Yi Mo stood in their way. She blocked the window, directly preventing their escape.

Sister Gong was drenched with sweat as she focused on holding off the assassins. The somberness of her expression was something Gong Jue had never seen before!

Suddenly Gong Jue's heart tightened! If not for the situation becoming so critical, how can Sister be so stubborn!

With this in mind, Gong Jue no longer took care of his opponents. He quickly dashed out of the yard and ran as fast as he could!

Sister Gong! You must wait for me, I will be back soon! I promise!

The most prosperous place in the inner palace was the Zhaoyang Temple. At this time, the emperor bestowed a three-day feast to celebrate the birth of Prince Long Yan.

Sounds of music and laughter can be heard far and wide; the interweaved costumes and lanterns boasted the most dazzling era of prosperity in the kingdom. This scene formed a stark contrast with the abandoned Cold Palace.

The Emperor Gong was now forty-five, yet still handsome; he still looked as if he were in his early thirties. With his sharp brows, cold eyes, and broad shoulders, the man's bearing was powerful. He was a monarch experienced in battles and had the right to be proud and arrogant. This is the emperor. No one will doubt it.

At this time he was reclining restfully on a couch. On one side, a beauty shakes the fan, while another was feeding him. As the dance performance continued, the emperor who stared on with boredom suddenly yawns impatiently.

The beauty who swayed the fan smiled and asked him, "Are you feeling tired?"

Emperor Gong who has always been patient with her, sighs, "it's just boring."

At this time, without waiting for the beauty to reply, a Senior Eunuch rushed in. He quickly bowed, then whispered something into the Emperor's ear, causing him to raise his brows slightly.

"Oh, I don't even remember having a son," he said in a low voice.

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Meanwhile, at the entrance the inner palace's walls, Gong Jue was standing face to face with the Palace Guards. He had the identity of a prince, so they can't kill him, but that doesn't mean they can't hurt him.

It was early spring. The night was cold. Opposite of Gong Jue was a team of guards wearing blue robes! As their swords were raised against him, the young boy couldn't help but tighten his grip on his scabbard, and loudly declared, "I am the Ninth Prince Gong Jue! I ask to see my father Emperor Gong immediately!"

The leader of the guards soon spoke up, "No one is allowed to pass through without permission!"

Gong Jue's cold eyes flashed anxiously. He knew that those assassins earlier came for him. Knowing that Yi Mo was alone in the cold palace to fend off those intruders, the boy felt endless worry and deep hatred! No more nonsense! He clashed head on with his sword!

The group of guards obviously did not expect the little prince to know martial arts, but even more so, they were surprised at his level of mastery.

They were merely ordered to stop the other party at this location. But what they did not expect was that he would be unstoppable!

A team of twelve people struggled to battle against the Prince. Apart from the one on the left, none of them were his opponents!

Blood splashed. The guards found that the opponent would not give the slightest leeway, so they tried harder to resist. However there was a gap in skill. Under the offense of Gong Jue, their team gradually collapsed. Not to mention resisting, even keeping their lives had become difficult.

At this point their formation was broken when suddenly, Gong Jue killed a man. It was his first kill. There was a momentary stagnation in the air, then he crashed into the fray with greater intensity!

In this moment he has forgotten that he was a prince. If he wants to live, he can only do so by struggling desperately!

Feeling the warm blood splattered on his body, Gong Jue's hand trembled slightly. Originally he did not want to kill, but he was too anxious! Too afraid! He fears that Sister Gong may have a fatal accident, and if he doesn't come in time, he may lose her completely!

Without a moment to lose, he had actually killed eight out of the eleven people! It was madness to openly slaughter the guards in the palace!

He himself was also wounded. The boy was drenched in blood, not knowing whether the red stains belonged to him or someone else's. He looked to the ground to see a man who laid lifeless on the cold ground. Gong Jue stared at him dazedly, as if he were in a dream.

He looked at his hand that gripped the hilt full of blood. This was the first time he took a life. The sword cutting their throats, and the tangled sensation, all were clearly imprinted in his mind.

Gong Jue looked up in the distance towards the cold palace. His hand tightly gripped his narrow sword, and he rushed onwards.

Time…please give me enough time….