The female anchor turned into the dean of an ancient academy

Chapter 107 Assassination?

Wangcai Inn, as the name suggests, is naturally a place only the wealthy can visit. However, the name, coupled with the inn's gray exterior walls and creaky wooden door, gives it an indescribable sense of shabbyness.

Cen Jiexiao and Ye Qingwu exchanged glances, each seeing undisguised disdain in the other's eyes. With such a shabby appearance, were they sure the person living there was the mastermind behind such a major assassination and sabotage?

"Dean, do we really have to go in? This place looks a bit weird." Ye Qingwu lowered his voice, his tone full of disdain.

Cen Jiexiao resisted the urge to roll her eyes and lowered her voice to scold, "Stop talking nonsense. I asked you to come here to do business, not to catch ghosts. Now that you're in the inn, be smart and don't show your true colors."

After saying that, Cen Jiexiao took the lead and stepped into the inn. Ye Qingwu curled his lips and could only follow.

Inside the inn, the dim light and stagnant air mixed together, emitting a musty smell. Guests sat sparsely in groups of three or four, each with their heads bowed and silent. The atmosphere was so eerie it made one's scalp tingle.

Ye Qingwu couldn't help but rub his arms and muttered softly, "This atmosphere is like entering a charity cemetery, so gloomy."

Cen Jiexiao ignored Ye Qingwu's nagging, her sharp eyes scanning every corner of the inn. Suddenly, her gaze fixed on a table in the corner. Sitting there were two burly men, both wearing coarse linen shirts, with bulges around their waists. It was obvious at a glance that they were not good people.

"Let's go over there." Cen Jiexiao said in a low voice and walked towards the table first.

Ye Qingwu hurriedly followed, and asked in a low voice as he walked: "Dean, is there any problem with those two people?"

"We haven't found it yet, but it's better to be safe than sorry. Let's go and find out first." As Cen Jiexiao said this, she had already walked to the table.

"Two big brothers, I see your table is empty, how about sharing it?" Cen Jiexiao had a harmless smile on her face, and her tone was so gentle that water could drip out of it.

The two men looked up at Cen Jiexiao and Ye Qingwu, a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes, but it was quickly replaced by vigilance.

"Our table is too small to accommodate everyone." One of the men said in a rough voice, his tone full of impatience.

"Oh, brother, please be flexible. My sister and I have been traveling all day and are really exhausted. We just want to find a place to rest." Cen Jiexiao said, deliberately pretending to look pitiful.

The two men had obviously never seen such a scene before, and were at a loss for a moment.

"This this……"

"Two big brothers, please be kind." Ye Qingwu also joined in, and reached out to pull the arm of one of the men, looking like a spoiled child.

When the man was pulled by Ye Qingwu, he suddenly felt his bones go soft and he couldn't say no.

"Then...then you can sit down."

Cen Jiexiao and Ye Qingwu looked at each other and saw the joy of victory in each other's eyes.

The two sat down at the table. Cen Jiexiao chatted with the two men in a casual manner while secretly observing the situation around her.

Ye Qingwu took the opportunity to display his kung fu and went up to the second floor quietly like a nimble kitten.

There were far fewer rooms on the second floor than on the first, and all the doors were closed, making it even quieter. Ye Qingwu walked lightly, listening carefully to the sounds coming from each room.

Suddenly, a room at the end of the corridor caught Ye Qingwu's attention. The door of the room was ajar, and a faint candlelight shone through the crack. He could vaguely hear voices coming from inside.

Ye Qingwu held his breath, put his ear to the door, and listened carefully to the movement inside.

"...firewood...price..." "...near the river or the sea...humid...ignition..."

The intermittent sound of conversation reached Ye Qingwu's ears. Although he could not hear it clearly, Ye Qingwu still keenly captured the two key words "firewood" and "rivers and seas".

Ye Qingwu's heart moved. Could it be that the person in this room was the assassin who assassinated the emperor?

Ye Qingwu did not dare to delay and hurried downstairs to tell Cen Jiexiao what he had heard.

After listening to Ye Qingwu's report, Cen Jiexiao frowned slightly.

"Firewood...rivers and seas...Could it be that they intend to take advantage of the fact that the firewood used in the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony is stored near rivers and seas, making it susceptible to moisture, to create chaos and seize the opportunity to assassinate the Emperor?"

Thinking of this, Cen Jiexiao felt a chill in her heart. If this was true, then the assassins' plan was meticulous and their methods were ruthless.

"Qingwu, go and inform Zhao Hu immediately and ask him to take people to guard the back door of the inn. Don't let anyone escape from the back door. I'll watch here and wait for your signal." Cen Jiexiao's tone was cold, and a sharp light flashed in her eyes.

"Yes!" Ye Qingwu took the order and left.

Cen Jiexiao took a deep breath, suppressed the uneasiness in her heart, and continued to deal with the two men calmly.

As time passed, Cen Jiexiao felt her heartbeat quickening and her palms began to sweat. She had no idea what was happening with Ye Qingwu, nor did she know when the assassins would strike. All she could do now was wait, wait for the right moment.

Finally, there was a slight noise outside the inn. Cen Jiexiao was delighted, knowing that Ye Qingwu had succeeded.

"My two brothers, it's getting late. We'll meet again later." Cen Jiexiao said as she stood up and made a gesture to leave.

"Wait." One of the men suddenly called out to Cen Jiexiao, a gleam in his eyes, "Miss, since your people have succeeded, if we don't keep you as a hostage, I'm afraid..."

As the man spoke, he reached out and grabbed Cen Jiexiao.

The man clearly wasn't expecting Cen Jiexiao's sudden attack. He froze for a moment, muttering, "You little bitch, you don't accept my toast! !" He was about to strike again, but Cen Jiexiao deftly dodged. Cen Jiexiao herself wasn't some delicate, boudoir-dwelling lady in modern times. She frequented gyms and Muay Thai gyms, and after arriving here, she'd learned a fair amount of practical fighting techniques from Wen Kuan and Chen Zigui. She felt confident she could handle a character like this.

"You think you can take me as a hostage? Don't you see how much you weigh?" Cen Jiexiao sneered, twisted her wrist, and broke free from the man's restraints. At the same time, she threw a beautiful straight punch, hitting the man's nose and face hard.

"Ouch!" The man screamed and fell to the ground, clutching his bleeding nose and baring his teeth as he yelled, "You...you stinky woman, you actually dared to hit me? Just wait for me!"

"Waiting for you? I'm waiting!" Cen Jiexiao sneered, flexed her wrist, and said, "Today I'll let you see what real kung fu is!"

Seeing Cen Jiexiao coming at him aggressively, the man panicked and quickly called out to his companions for help: "Second brother, what are you still standing there for? Come and help!"

Seeing this, the man called Lao Er quickly picked up the teapot on the table and threw it at Cen Jiexiao. Cen Jiexiao dodged the teapot and kicked the man in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

"With such little ability, you dare to embarrass yourself?" Cen Jiexiao clapped her hands and said disdainfully.

Before he could react, the door of the inn was suddenly slammed open, and Ye Qingwu, Zhao Hu and others rushed in like a whirlwind.

"Who are you, how dare you cause trouble here!" Zhao Hu roared, the huge hammer in his hand was like a mountain pressing down on his head.