Capturing Yuwen Hu

In the end, Prince An still had to concede defeat to this clever and cunning girl, Shi Yi. He had intended to punish her, only to end up being outsmarted himself. It was truly a case of being too clever for one's own good.

Her reward was a bowl of refreshing sweet soup. She took it and scooped up a spoonful to taste. The sweet soup melted on her tongue, sweet and fragrant. The pearls were chewy and springy. It was indeed irresistibly delicious. The greatest happiness was enjoying gourmet food! She had never been able to cure her gluttonous habit.

*Is she really this adorable even when eating?*

Seeing her happy, his heart suddenly felt much lighter.

*Had I known earlier, I would have let her enjoy more delicacies.*

Prince An suddenly remembered the assassin from last night and asked,
"Is this Eighth Prince reliable? We have waited a whole day and still haven't heard any news."

As if suddenly remembering something, Shi Yi quickly replied,
"Didn't you also send your own men to find Yuwen Hu? You never trusted the Eighth Prince in the first place."

He remained silent, not knowing how to respond. Shi Yi gulped down the rest of her sweet soup, finished it completely, and said,
"I know where they are hiding!"

"What do you mean?"

With a face full of confidence, Shi Yi said,
"Last night, I noticed that the footprints of the five assassins were covered in mud. However, it didn't rain yesterday. So where did this mud come from? I believe it could only be from the lakeside. And the brothel closest to the lake is Huawu Tower. I suspect they are hiding there."

Prince An nodded, looked toward his guard, and called out loudly,
"Ah Cheng, prepare the carriage. We are going to Huawu Tower!"

Just as he finished speaking, the Eighth Prince's signal suddenly appeared. A red flare shot up into the sky.

"Your Highness, the signal came from the west side of the lake."

Shi Yi exclaimed,
"This Eighth Prince is quite efficient!"

Then she turned to Prince An and said,
"I need to prepare a bit. Going to a brothel like this is probably inappropriate..."

At this moment, the Eighth Prince was waiting on the main avenue near Huawu Tower. He thought impatiently, *I wonder if she received the signal yet?*

Zi Lin paced back and forth, unable to sit still. A guard came to report,
"My Lord! Everything has been arranged."

The Eighth Prince nodded,
"Mm..."

A moment later, Shi Yi finally appeared. She jumped down from the carriage and ran over in a hurry, calling out,
"EIGHTH PRINCE!!"

She didn't forget to wave. By the time she reached him, she was completely out of breath. She leaned on his shoulder, panting,
"Huff... huff... I'm exhausted. Have you found them?"

"Not exactly. I'm not sure if the people inside are the ones you're looking for, but they are highly suspicious. They have tattoos of Tianwu Valley on their bodies."

"Where are they now?"

"Room three on the right wing, upstairs."

The Eighth Prince crossed his arms, scanning her from head to toe, freezing for five seconds. Finding it strange, she asked,
"Why are you staring at me?"

"I must say, disguised as a man, you look quite handsome! You look like an immortal descended to earth."

Shi Yi wore a green robe, her hair neatly tied back. The silk was of the finest quality. She looked like a noble young master with an extraordinary aura, even overshadowing the Eighth Prince's presence. She tossed her hair and replied casually,
"Really? I 'borrowed' this outfit from An Dinglun. It's beautiful, isn't it?"

From behind, a familiar voice sounded, dripping with bitterness,
"You look beautiful, but my heart aches. This outfit was custom-made and took over a month to craft. I hadn't even worn it before you snatched it away. And to call me directly by name on the main street like this, do you want your head separated from your shoulders?"

Prince An suddenly appeared, radiating murderous intent, giving both her and Zi Lin a fright. She chuckled,
"Hehe... When did you get here?"

"I've been here the whole time!"

The Eighth Prince quickly interjected,
"Why is Prince An being so mysterious? With me protecting Shi Yi, I won't let you bully her as you please."

Saying this, Zi Lin put his arm around Shi Yi's shoulder, pulling her toward him. Was he marking his territory? An Dinglun was not to be outdone; he grabbed her hand and countered,
"The people of my Prince An's Manor should still be disciplined by me. This maidservant is not worth the Prince's concern."

Seeing the Eighth Prince pulling her and placing his hand on her shoulder, Prince An's eyes turned red with jealousy. The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder. The sky seemed to darken, as if two dragons were locked in an earth-shattering battle. Poor Shi Yi was caught in the middle, pulled back and forth until she felt completely dizzy, stars spinning in her head.

*I've long heard that the relationship between the two houses is bad, but I didn't expect it to be this terrible. I'm so dizzy. If they keep pulling me back and forth, I'm going to faint.*

After a moment, she spoke up,
"Hey, hey, stop it! Can't you two talk calmly? Stop pulling me."

Pausing for a few seconds, both replied in unison,
"No!"
"No!"

Shi Yi lost her temper and shouted,
"Both of you, let go of me right now!!"

Her words finally seemed to have an effect on Zi Lin and Dinglun. Only now did they stop, turning to a war of words,
"You let go of her first!" the Eighth Prince proposed.
"Why should I? You let go first!"

Driven mad, Shi Yi gave each of them a punch. The two men huddled in a corner, clutching their heads and whimpering like children, their eyes watery as if about to cry. She held her head in exhaustion. *Oh my god! What kind of situation is this? This is more tiring than babysitting toddlers.*

"Give me a break. You are both grown men, can't you act a bit more mature?"