A sword abruptly halted right between Yuner's eyebrows, causing Tang Yu's heart to drop. He quickly pulled Yuner over and pushed her outward, saying, "Run away quickly!"

The commotion in the Wind Clear Pavilion quickly attracted the attention of the guards, even though it was located in a remote area. A group of guards, carrying lanterns, swiftly ran towards the pavilion. Yan'er whistled towards Jiusheng and the others, prompting Jiusheng to immediately turn and cast a glance at Tang Yu before having to disperse his men and leave.

Apart from the personal guard, Song Jianglin, the personnel of Squad Three were either dead or injured. The room was filled with a strong smell of blood. The leader of the personal guards glanced at Tang Yu, his profound eyes revealing thoughts unknown.

"You endure a little first."

After the spy finished speaking, he disappeared into the darkness. When a group of guards arrived, they saw the corpses filling the room and a man standing in the bloody house without a trace of blood on him. Without much words, they cleaned up the people on the ground, gave Tang Yuxing a salute, and said, "Please wait a moment, Your Highness. The emperor has already sent someone to escort you."

After saying that, the group of people left with the corpse. After a while, a eunuch came to issue a decree, saying that Tang Yu was frightened and that it was not appropriate for him to continue staying in the Qingfeng Pavilion. They specially sent someone to bring him to the Longchen Hall.

Long Chen Palace is Song Jianglin's bedroom. Because Song Jianglin is busy with official duties and has been conducting military campaigns since taking office, he has basically never slept in Long Chen Palace. Additionally, there is a bed in his study, so he usually sleeps there directly after finishing his memorials. As a result, Long Chen Palace can be described as an empty hall. It is cleaned every day, but no one has ever stayed there.

"Master Yu, please follow this servant!" The Palace Eunuch issued the imperial edict and handed it to Tang Yu, his face beaming with a smile.

Tang Yu stood up to receive the decree, and walked out of the courtyard with the old eunuch. However, he couldn't understand what kind of person Song Jianglin really was. He was unpredictable, sometimes good and sometimes bad, always leaving people unable to figure him out.

The Imperial Flower Garden was still bustling with activity. There was a scene of harmony with singing and dancing, and the Empress Dowager held the hand of the noble concubine, her face filled with a benevolent smile.

With a loud crash, a porcelain cup fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces. The prime minister looked at Song Jiang Lin, who was sitting on the high seat, with an incredulous expression on his face. He had sent only first-class assassins, so how could they have failed? Unless Song Jiang Lin was involved. If that were the case, then the Song Jiang Lin sitting in that position must be a fake.

"Someone, seize this traitor who is impersonating His Majesty!"

Xuan Tianxin suddenly stood up and pointed at the intimidating emperor sitting on the high seat. The banquet hall fell silent as the prime minister spoke out, "Is the Lord Chancellor drunk tonight? How could Your Majesty possibly be an imposter?"

Sitting on a high seat, the emperor laughed, as if he had been waiting for this very moment from Xuan Tianxin. In the next instant, Xuan Tianxin had been surrounded by the imperial guards, and the emperor asked, "Minister, why do you speak such words?"

The Emperor's actions, voice, and appearance were all identical to Song Jiang's. Xu Tianxin was perplexed. How could there be someone who looks so much like him? How should he expose him?

"Today is my birthday, yet the Prime Minister is using such a spectacle to win favor with the crowd. If you cannot produce evidence to prove that His Majesty is an imposter, I will ensure that you pay for your wrongdoing!"

Shui Qingling also stood up. She sat next to His Majesty, and she knew better than anyone that the Song Jiang in front of her was real or fake.

"Your Imperial Concubine, I, I have no evidence, but everyone knows that Your Majesty's archery skills are unparalleled. Hitting the target from a hundred paces is a piece of cake. I dare to ask Your Majesty to give it a try."

Xuan Tianxin naturally had no evidence to prove that Song Jianglin was fake, but Song Jianglin's archery skills were the only proof. Song Jianglin's technique of shooting arrows was different from others. While others held the bow with their left hand and pulled the arrow with their right hand, Song Jianglin did the opposite. Especially with the Sunset Glow bow in his hand, ordinary people couldn't even pull it, let alone hit a bullseye following Song Jianglin's shooting method from a hundred steps away.

"Bold! Who do you think you are to decide how His Majesty should handle matters?"

"Is Empress Consort this excited because she already knows that the current emperor before her is an imposter?" Xuan Tianxin said with a smirk, a look of certainty in his eyes as he stared at him. Even if he were to die, he would bring someone down with him. The one who could replace Song Jianglin must be his trusted confidant.

Shui Qingling felt a surge of vitality and wanted to retort, but was stopped by Song Jianglin. Shui Qingling looked at him perplexedly. Song Jianglin slowly spoke, "Since you wish to see it, then let's consider it as a birthday gift for the noble concubine. Shooting an arrow won't hurt, will it?"

"Your Majesty possesses extraordinary courage and vision. I have one more request to make, please allow me to accompany you until the sun sets." Xuan Tianxin smiled and said, "I don't believe anyone can bring about the glow of the setting sun."

"Someone, come forth," Lin Songjiang ordered, and immediately, someone presented the last rays of the setting sun. This bow was an artifact from the previous emperor, incredibly refined. The craftsmanship and materials used to make this bow were both extremely precious. These court officials rarely even caught a glimpse of it, let alone see it up close. Now that they have seen it, they all took turns complimenting it, praising it as an excellent bow."

Song Jiang held up his bow, gripping it with his right hand and pulling back an arrow with his left. Xuan Tianxin watched his posture and couldn't help but be surprised. It was so similar that he refused to believe this person could actually draw back the bow.

Under Xuantian Xin's astonished gaze, the bowstring was slowly pulled back. With a smile, Song Jiang aimed the arrow at Xuantian Xin. The sharp arrow swiftly flew through the air and headed straight towards Xuantian Xin. At that moment, Xuantian Xin couldn't react in time, and he stood there dumbfounded as he watched the arrow getting closer and closer to him. The entire crowd held their breath, their attention completely focused. The arrow pierced through the official hat on Xuantian Xin's head and fiercely stuck into the tree behind him.

"Does Lord Xuan think that my archery skills have declined?" Song Jiang handed the remaining sunset glow to the young eunuch and looked down at Xuan Tianxin, whose hair bun was in disarray.

"Your Majesty's archery skills are extraordinary, enlightening us all." All the officials, accompanied by their families, prostrated themselves on the ground, leaving only Xuantian Xin standing on the field.

"It's impossible, impossible..." Xuan Tianxin still couldn't believe the reality before his eyes. He couldn't believe that the person sitting above was Song Jianglin, the fourteen assassins he personally trained. How could they be so easily annihilated like this?

"Someone has arrived! Prime Minister Xuantian Xin has caused trouble on the Empress's birthday, acting as if he is above the law, with an utter disregard for authority. His crimes are unforgivable. Take him to the heavenly dungeon and interrogate him on a chosen day."

Song Jianglin didn't say a word, but the Empress Dowager was able to speak his thoughts. Song Jianglin remained silent, watching Xuan Tianxin being taken away, yet the burden in his heart remained unresolved.

"Your Highness, you're injured. Let's go back and apply some medicine first!" Shui Qingling came over and grabbed Song Jianglin's sleeve, whispering softly.

"No, it's your birthday today. How could I leave halfway?" Song Jiang replied softly. Although a trace of blood had appeared on his back, he acted as if nothing had happened and remained seated at the high position, accompanying Shui Qingling.

"The palace maiden feels tired today and wishes to return and rest. Ministers, please go on." Looking at Song Jiang's firm attitude, Shui Qingling had no desire to stay any longer at the banquet. Supporting herself with a maidservant, she left the banquet.

The protagonist of the banquet left, so the Empress Dowager naturally didn't want to stay any longer. Seeing the old and the young leaving in unison, Song Jiang reluctantly also left the scene.

The courtiers drank a few cups of alcohol, feeling resentful, and all of their grievances were directed towards Xuantian Xin. Such a splendid banquet, yet it had to be disrupted. It was not easy to have a royal feast, after all. And now, it was dispersing unhappily. Each courtier harbored complaints in their hearts, and afterwards, they started to ponder. If Xuantian Xin were to be deposed, the position of the prime minister would become vacant.

One by one, they schemed in their hearts, desiring to climb up to this prime minister's seat. However, they were oblivious to the fact that the closer they got to the tiger, the more dangerous it became.