The night was as cool as water.
A bright moon hung high in the sky.
Gradually—
The bright moon was obscured by thick clouds, hiding its radiant light.
Outside Dongxiang Marquis Mansion, more than a dozen assassins rushed forward, their swords glinting coldly.
The servant on night duty felt a surge of murderous intent and immediately blew the horn.
In the silent night, the sound of the horn spread to every corner of Dongxiang Marquis Mansion.
Mrs. Tang had just undressed for bed when she heard the horn, her heart skipping a beat.
She quickly got up, dressed, and went to Young Master Su's courtyard.
After a tiring day, the Ninth Prince and Young Master Shen were still sound asleep, while Young Master Su sat on the bed holding a quilt, his little brows tightly knit.
Seeing Mrs. Tang approach, Young Master Su called out, "Mother."
"Has something happened?" His small face showed a hint of seriousness.
The sound of the horn was urgent, unlike before.
