Ye Siming looked cold and stepped forward to check the assassin's neck.
"It's a waste to live, but it's easy to die." He sneered.
He turned around and went out, and the detectives who had been chasing the figure came back in a hurry.
"Master Marquis, that man's Qinggong is extremely fast, so he ran away, and the subordinates only found this!"
A broken arrow was presented to Ye Siming with both hands.
He lowered his eyes and picked it up with his long white fingertips, his eyes unruly.
Ye Siming narrowed his eyes slightly, held the arrow near the tip of his nose, and smelled it with a heavy eye.
Then, he threw the broken arrow on the ground.
The policeman was surprised: "Master Hou, this is evidence, you don't want it anymore?"
Ye Siming looked at him coldly. The detective felt the look in his eyes and suddenly felt that he was talking too much.
Ye Siming said: "There is no emblem on the arrow, and it has no characteristics. There are thousands of similar arrows in the capital. What kind of evidence are they?"
However, he almost knew who it was.
The policeman bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "This subordinate talks too much!"
The other agents quickly caught up: "Master Hou, what should we do with the dead assassin?"
"Take them to the mass graves, and the rest will be executed. There is no need to show mercy. I will report it to the emperor."
After that, Ye Siming lifted up his boots and left. Everyone could only look at his back and send him off respectfully.
…
In the afternoon, the Song family was quiet.
Suddenly, the door of their house was kicked open!
The concierge was unexpectedly hit by a broken wooden board and fell to the ground with a bang.
The servants of the Song Mansion heard the sound and hurriedly gathered around.
"Who are you! Why did you force your way into our mansion in broad daylight?"
"I recognize him, this is Yong Yehou! Go and report it to the master and the young master!"
Ye Siming walked forward slowly, leisurely, as if walking in his own yard.
As he approached, the servants all retreated, alert, but did not dare to step forward.
General Song Quan was in the house, talking to Song Qiyuan.
"Although I failed to assassinate the fifth prince this time to vent my anger on your sister, I at least made him and the princess embarrassed for a while, which at least can relieve their anger!"
There was also a hint of indignation on Song Qiyuan's handsome face: "The eldest sister was turned into a nun by the little princess. This time, it's just a small punishment but a big warning. Next time, they won't be so lucky."
As soon as Song Qiyuan finished speaking, the housekeeper stumbled in.
"Master, Master, it's not good! Marquis Yong Ye has come into our house with murderous intent!"
"What?!" Song Quan hurriedly responded.
Unexpectedly, Song Qiyuan stopped him, his eyes flashing with hatred and excitement.
"Dad, Ye Siming came just in time. I suffered a loss at his hands before and was humiliated by him in every possible way. Now that he dares to break into our house, he has entered the dragon's den and the tiger's den! I want to go and meet him. This is him
You came to your door yourself!”
After saying that, Song Qiyuan took his father's silver dragon spear, turned around and went out.
Song Quan was quite worried and frowned and said, "You have to be careful. Marquis Yong Ye is extremely skilled and will be ruthless in his attacks. Don't get hurt."
"Don't worry, dad. There are many experts in the mansion. If he comes here and wants to cause trouble, he will only be asking for his own death!"
Watching Song Qiyuan's back leave, Song Quan temporarily felt at ease.
When Song Qiyuan walked to the front yard with a spear, he found injured servants lying scattered among the flowers, on the rockery, and in the small pond.
He looked around and didn't see Ye Siming.
Damn it, he just ran away after beating someone!?
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a cold and sarcastic voice came from the tall rockery behind him——