Before Xiao Yanxi could say whether she believed it or not, a booming voice rang out outside the tent: "Reporting to my lord prince, urgent military news!"

Ning Chen arched an eyebrow. "Come in."

The tent flap lifted, and a burly soldier walked in and dropped to one knee. "Greetings, my lord prince. We've found three more bodies."

Ning Chen raised a hand to let him up and frowned. "That means more than five enemies slipped in... Seven in all."

Xiao Yanxi paused. Isn't it eight?

Pan Yucheng had said earlier they'd found five bodies, and now there were three more, which meant eight enemies had slipped in. She hadn't counted wrong.

The soldier bowed. "My lord prince, it's eight."

Ning Chen narrowed his eyes at him and said mockingly, "You mean this prince can't count?

Five before, three after. That's eight, sure... But if you were dead, there'd be seven left, wouldn't there? Did this prince count wrong?"

Shing!!!

Before the words had died away, Broken Dream was out of its sheath.

Ning Chen appeared in front of the man like a ghost and thrust, fast as lightning.

The soldier blanched. It was already too late to draw his saber. His body stiffened, and he didn't dare move a muscle... Ning Chen's sword was too fast. Its point rested against his throat, and a chill ran through his whole body.

Xiao Yanxi gave a start. Only now did she realize the soldier was an assassin.

But where had he given himself away? She hadn't seen it.

The soldier trembled all over and looked at Ning Chen in a panic. "Spare me, my lord prince! What has this subordinate done wrong? I beg you..."

"That's enough. Stop acting. I'm embarrassed for you..." Ning Chen cut him off and flicked his sword up, slitting open the man's collar. "Next time you pose as one of this prince's men, put some effort into it.

This prince's men all wear gray under their armor. Who ever saw white? That white of yours sticks out a mile. You think this prince is blind?"

Xiao…