The Lin Clan Charity Cemetery north of the city still stood alone in the wilderness at night, looking utterly secluded.
The deaf-mute old watchman had gone to bed early, leaving the cemetery exceptionally quiet.
Whoosh!
Clothes sliced through the air as a bloodstained, graceful figure barely cleared the wall and landed in the courtyard.
Li Yanbing stumbled upon landing. Supporting herself with her sword sheath, she pushed open the door to the mortuary where the coffins were kept, breathing somewhat heavily. She staggered inside and finally leaned against a vermilion coffin.
Her chest rose and fell with blood-scented breaths. Blood from the wound in her abdomen soaked through her clothes, lending her exquisite face a sickly pallor.
"Hahaha, Your Highness certainly knows how to find an auspicious spot. This Lin Clan Charity Cemetery is indeed a fine place to bury you."
A somewhat shrill, effeminate voice rang out. A figure in palace attire, holding a horsetail whisk, vaulted over the wall and landed in the cemetery's main courtyard.
"A fine place indeed. You even prepared your own coffin. How farsighted of you, little princess."
Another voice rang out, soft and seductive. A shapely beauty in close-fitting black clothes landed as well, carrying a lantern whose dim light illuminated the courtyard.
"You certainly hid your identity well, young lady. I knew only that you were the Great General's adopted daughter, not that you were also Prince Yeli's daughter. No wonder, no wonder..."
An armored old man with a shield on his back pushed open the main gate and walked straight in.
"She's already been hit by my Qi-Dispersing Needle. Even Intent Condensation won't help her. Let's attack together and kill her. No more delays!"
A thin man arrived last. The four of them blocked off the cemetery courtyard, forming a fan