Wu Heng had been extremely cautious while disguised as the Second Prince, carefully observing her expressions.
The moment a longsword appeared in the Princess Consort's hand, he had already prepared for battle.
The Princess Consort's skirt fluttered like a butterfly as she reached him in the blink of an eye.
Wu Heng ducked beneath the attack, grabbed her wrist, and gave it a slight squeeze. The longsword clanged to the floor.
The Princess Consort winced in pain and tried to counterattack and pull away.
But she discovered that her body had frozen in place. She could not move even a finger.
It was as if she had lost control of her body, with only her consciousness remaining inside it.
The Princess Consort could no longer maintain her calm expression. Her face was filled with terror and unease.
The person before her had to be a high-level professional.
Since he had entered this place, it meant the Second Prince might never return, and she herself now faced the threat of death.
"What exactly do you want?" the Princess Consort asked coldly.
The strands of hair on her forehead had been soaked with cold sweat and clung to her skin.
Wu Heng did not answer. He merely looked at her in surprise.
It was not that he was surprised she had attacked him. Rather, the sword technique she had used felt extremely familiar.
The Gray Hawk Sword Technique.
It was a swordsmanship manual he had obtained back when he was in Blackstone Town.
However, as time passed, there were simply too few chances to use this sword technique. It was not as effective as firearms or magic.
So he rarely used it anymore.
Only when training with the maids did he occasionally use it.
Yet this Princess Consort had opened with that