The two stood shoulder to shoulder on the roof ridge. They had barely exchanged a couple of sentences before the entire contingent from the Golden Tower came charging over.
Linghu Qingmo was at the very front, his face white as he swiftly checked Xie Jinhuan over.
"Why are you outside? You're not hurt, are you?"
Xie Jinhuan had just gone off to assassinate Han Jingchuan, but obviously he could not say that outright.
"I was strolling down the corridor when I heard something outside, so I came out to look. Who knew I'd happen to spot someone sneaking up outside my window? Then we started fighting. From the looks of it, there were two groups, both out to kill me."
"Those scum!"
Linghu Qingmo burned with rage, wishing he could take his sword back and flog the corpses.
"If I'd known, I would've stayed right beside you. Your injuries haven't healed yet. You should've called for help when you noticed something. Why did you charge in alone again?"
"Ah, I didn't know they were assassins either. Once I stumbled into it, there was nothing I could do..."
Linghu Qingmo was genuinely afraid that Xie Jinhuan would fall victim to those Demon People. He had already made up his mind: from now on, even when he slept, he would sleep in Xie Jinhuan's room!
Standing among the crowd, Zhang Huaiyu had wanted to put in a word or two, but before he could speak, furious curses rang out from the Golden Tower behind them.
"Those sons of bitches in the Scarlet Qilin Guard have no regard for the law whatsoever! Laifu! Go to the Imperial City Bureau and mobilize eight hundred Imperial Guards. Surround the Wangjing Thousand-Household Office! Use my... use my father's name!"
"Please calm down, Your Highness. We haven't