My princess always wants me to usurp the throne

Chapter 564 Feeling a Sense of Crisis
Rong Ye was worried at first that someone wanted to take advantage of the flooding of the eastern suburbs and send someone to investigate the land...

Now it seems that he came here so anxiously that he was worrying too much, it was a false alarm, he seemed to have overestimated those people.

The forest was eerily quiet, and after walking for a while, Rong Ye suddenly felt something was wrong.

His horse stopped, and then signaled everyone not to act rashly.

Although Mo Ting was not proficient in formations, he felt a little weird atmosphere.

He clenched the sword in his hand, looked at Rong Ye, "Your Highness, be careful of an ambush."

Rong Ye listened vigilantly to the abnormalities around him, and felt horrified, if there were assassins ambushing here, how could they not break in?
The boulder he had just put down in his heart weighed heavily on him at this moment, and his thoughts were instantly slapped in the face. He did not overestimate them, but underestimated them!
Uncle Seventh Emperor was in Yunyang last night, and the only one who could break the formation and have that ability was Dongli!
He narrowed his gloomy eyes slightly, took a deep breath, then raised his hands, and said as calmly as possible: "Everyone cheer up and deal with it carefully."

Along with Rong Ye, besides the guards of the East Palace, there were also a dozen of his hidden guards, whose strength should not be underestimated.

But Rong Ye still felt a sense of crisis.

Mo Ting led the crowd back to both sides of the road. Everyone drew their weapons one after another and held their breath.

They are all people who have experienced wind and rain, and after seeing the dignified expression of the prince, they couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

The night is falling, and the shadows of the trees are even more gloomy, with thick water vapor. Although it is early summer, there is a bit of coolness.

A moment later, a flutter of birds rose up in the forest, breaking the quiet atmosphere.

Immediately afterwards, a group of men in black flew out from the woods on both sides, their figures were as fast as lightning, like bloodthirsty bats in the dark night, with terrifying masks on their faces.

Rong Ye's eyes froze, he glanced over lightly, and his tone was like the twelfth lunar month of winter, "Who sent you here?"

The leader of the black man said coldly: "Yan Wang sent us to take your life!"

"Really? It also depends on whether you have that ability?" Rong Ye snorted coldly, his eyes glowing coldly.

Assassinating him in his territory, who is so bold and reckless?
Mo Ting led the guards forward, blocking Rong Ye behind.

The black-clothed assassins didn't talk nonsense, they drew their knives and slashed at them. Mo Ting raised his sword and fought hard.

Rong Ye stared at those people coldly. There were only a dozen or so of them, but all of them were elite, and their moves were unique, which made people overwhelmed.

Mo Ting also didn't expect that, in terms of numbers, they were more than a little bit more, but their combat effectiveness gradually weakened.

They were physically and mentally exhausted when they were in Yunyang, and then they rushed on the road without stopping. When they met these killers who were waiting for work, they were soon at a disadvantage.

Seeing this, Rong Ye pulled out his sword and jumped up from the horse. His presence cheered up the tired Eastern Palace guards, and instantly lifted his spirits.

Although Rong Ye's martial arts were good, he was gradually lost in the face of several people's siege, and his arm was even cut with a knife.

"Your Highness!"

Mo Ting was terrified, he raised his sword and rushed over, slashing at the assassin who hurt Rong Ye.

All of a sudden, there was a bloody wind, and there was a disgusting smell in the air.

Mo Ting sternly yelled at them: "Do you know who is in front of you? Tell me who is behind the scenes now, and I can spare your lives!"

The group of people remained indifferent, and the moves in their hands became more and more fierce.

(End of this chapter)