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The Strategist: Genius Prince and his Venomous Consort

An unfavored Prince and a sickly daughter of a Prime Minister were brought together by a marriage bestowed by the Emperor. . . . Yan Xing, the Fifth Prince of the Yan Empire was born premature and was said to be an impotent prince. Zhao Ling, the Second Miss of the Prime Minister's household was said to be a sickly lady who couldn't be able to bear a child because of her weak body constitution. A Perfect Match! The whole empire was in clamor when the Imperial edict about the marriage was announced. "Truly a match made in heaven" "The spring night is out of reach for them. haha" "Both of them will be a short-lived ghosts. At least they can accompany each other when going down the yellow river" ........... The Wedding Night. Zhao Ling glared at the man who was pressing her on the bed, "Aren't you impotent!" Yan Xing smirked looking down at the beauty, "well, aren't you a weak and sickly lady too! How comes you are as strong as a bull?" ........... What secrets do both of them hold beneath their weak appearance? ___________ The cover art doesn't belong to me, Credits to the rightful owner. If you are the owner and want me to take it down, please comment.

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Chapter 26 Underground Room

Chapter 26

A dark and narrow passage came into Yan Xing's view. Holding the fire touch, they looked around the passage and walked ahead. It was dead silent inside, and both Yan Xing and Jingsheng didn't dare to relax their vigilance.

There was a putrid smell present in the air.

After walking for about five minutes, they came into a spacious underground room. Yan Xing looked around the room carefully. There was a table, chair, bed, and books and nothing else.

Yan Xing picked up the books and flipped through them one by one. On the other hand, Jingsheng inspected the room carefully, looking for hidden mechanisms.

"Senior Brother, did you find anything?", Jingsheng asked.

Yan Xing shook his head. "There is nothing useful. These are common books found in the market. Nothing remarkable".

Yan Xing put down the book and once again looked at the simple room. It was just like the one upstairs.

Simple and ordinary!

Yan Xing didn't believe that someone would build a hidden bedroom underground without reason. He knocked on the walls and floors of the room looking for a hidden compartment. There was nothing unusual.

He once again looked at the bed. The bed was simple and neat, but this time he noticed something different.

Yan Xing tapped on the shoulders of Jingsheng and asked, "Tell me, what is the difference between this bed here and the bed upstairs?"

Jingsheng observed the bed. Both the beds looked simple and ordinary at a glance.

"Although the beds looked simple, the sheets and quilts here are peach in color which is often preferred by ladies while the bed upstairs had gray and black color", Jingsheng said.

Yan Xing nodded his head and said, "That's right, the one staying in this room must be a lady. But why was that lady hidden down here? Not to mention that the entrance was beneath the bed upstairs. No matter how one looked at it, it appears to me that the lady was held captive here".

Jingsheng frowned, listening to Yan Xing's analysis.

"Let's go up, there is nothing down here", Yan Xing said and left the room.

After coming up from the underground room, Yan Xing stood silently in the messy room for a while.

No one dared to disturb him. He seemed to be thinking of something.

There was no trace. From here, Yan Xing didn't know what, how, and where to look for Elder Mu. He didn't know what happened to the owner of this small house, but he was certain that Elder Mu or other allies might have discovered this small house resulting in the current situation of the house. One thing that kept his heart hanging is that he didn't know who the winner of the fight was.

And also the corpse puppets they saw on the way. So many of them, where were they raised and kept?

As Yan Xing was mulling over those thoughts, he heard a strange intangible noise coming from the forest behind the house.

That faint noise pulled Yan Xing back.

"Senior Brother…", Jingsheng called out in a small voice. It was obvious that he too heard the noise. As someone who had practiced internal energy, their senses were far better than the ordinary people.

"Let's go and take a look", Yan Xing said, and immediately started walking towards the source of that noise. Jingsheng unsheathed his sword and tightly gripped its hilt as he followed behind Yan Xing.

After they entered the forest, the sound seemed to have become a little clearer. It was someone who was panting, mixed with the sound of many people moving together.

Yan Xing guessed his heart, but he still kept moving.

After a while, they soon reached the source of the noise.

"What the h*ll?" Jingsheng cursed out loudly with his eyes widened.

In front of them was a group of puppet corpses slowly walking toward them.

'As expected', Yan Xing thought.

"Senior Brother, what should we do?", Jingsheng asked, raising his sword.

"Fight, of course", Yan Xing said as he popped his knuckles.

There were at least a 100 corpse puppets in front of them. Yan Xing waved his hand and all the shadow guards appeared in front of him ready to fight the corpse puppets.

There were ten shadow guards and including him and Jingsheng their team consist of twelve members.

Twelve against 100!

"Everyone, try not to get scratched by those corpse puppets, they might have poisons applied to them. Use your killing move to finish them off as soon as possible, or else the fight will drag on. If we don't eliminate them, they will soon enter the Hua City and create panic and disturbances among the common people, which will not be a good thing", Yan Xing explained.

No matter what, they had to clear the corpse puppets.

The ten shadow guards were all well-trained and even though they were inferior to Yan Xing and Jingsheng in terms of martial arts, they are elites among the rest. All of them quickly took out their weapons and immediately rushed forward to fight the corpse puppets.

Jingsheng gripped the hilt of his sword firmly and swung his sword towards the nearest corpse puppet, immediately severing its head.

"This corpse puppet is inferior to that creepy smile corpse puppet in terms of strength", Jingsheng stated as he continued to move in circles, slashing and piercing the corpse puppet.

"Of course they are", Yan Xing said as he took out his thin flexible sword from his waist belt. The blade of the sword was as thin as a cicada's wing, and it was a meter long. It has two finger size width and its hilt was black with vine carvings on it, similar to his mask.

Yan Xing extended his arm and pierced the heart of the corpse puppet. Quickly pulling out the sword along with blood, he slashed the sword on his right cutting off one of the corpse heads, while his left leg kicked away the other corpse.

An intense fight broke out in the woods. They have no time to relax.

The battle continued and when Yan Xing was cutting off one of the corpse heads, three more attacked him. He quickly used his left-hand leg to deal with them and just as he was to deal with the third one quickly with his sword after cutting off the head of the first corpse, a fiery red whip came into his view, and it quickly wrapped around the neck of the corpse, and it pulled out the head of the corpse neat and swiftly.