The steward was almost scared to death: "Master, Master, I am not an assassin, not an assassin."
Why was he so unlucky tonight? The steward was on the verge of tears.
Long Yi was full of disbelief: "If you are not an assassin, why are you in the Prince's room at the third watch of the night? Quickly confess, or don't blame the sword in my hand for being ruthless."
After speaking, he exerted force, and the steward felt a pain in his neck, scared out of his wits and screamed: "Hero, spare my life, Hero, spare my life, I am truly not an assassin."
Xuexue stepped forward and pulled away Long Yi's sword: "Alright, alright, stop making a fuss, he's not an assassin."
Long Yi, bewildered, looked at the steward on the ground and asked: "You're not an assassin? If not, why are you in the Prince's room at the third watch of the night? Moreover, we didn't see you enter when we were on patrol."
