While everyone's heads were on the ground, Lu Xiaoyun released her right hand and looked at the ring.

I was shocked when I looked.

Holy crap, -1467!

Who's so powerful? She's only been out of the manor for a short hour.

Now, it has increased by 600 points!

What did this man do to provoke such great anger?

Can't we just have one peaceful day?!

Lu Xiaoyun glanced at the people kneeling on the ground, her forehead veins throbbing. She wondered if Feng Yan couldn't stop Consort Duan and if Zhu Yu was about to be killed.

This is really going to be a disaster.

Lu Xiaoyun turned to leave, but suddenly remembered what Zhu Yu had told her yesterday: "On my wedding day, the dignified Prince An was assassinated in Shengjing. Moreover, the Jingzhao Prefecture only sent people over a full hour later. What does this mean?"

She looked at the two men kneeling on the ground and said coldly, "Li Quan, Wang Zhemao, I expect you to give me an explanation for this matter!"

Li Quan pursed his lips tightly. The blood of the grandson he had killed with his own hands was dripping down his neck, so hot that he could barely kneel down.

Lu Xiaoyun turned to Wang Zhemao: "Throw the corpse into a mass grave to feed the dogs!"

Li Quan's eyes widened, and he straightened up, shouting, "Your Highness..."

Lu Xiaoyun looked at Li Quan on the ground and asked, "What else do you have to say?"

Li Quan's lips trembled, and he finally gave up struggling: "This old minister, this old minister made a mistake, please punish me, Your Highness."

Lu Xiaoyun turned and left.

Jiang Chuan followed behind Lu Xiaoyun, and after thinking for a moment, said to Wang Zhemao, "Lord Wang, you'd better watch yourself. The Prince is very angry! Why did you have to summon Lord Li? If you want to learn Lord Li's methods of interrogating prisoners, you can go to the Jingzhao Prefecture prison and observe him in person. Now it's all turned out like this, sigh..."

Jiang Chuan gave Li Quan a meaningful look, took a few steps, and followed Lu Xiaoyun out of the Dali Temple.

"I..." Wang Zhemao had no way to explain himself; Li Quan was not someone he had summoned.

If this matter were to reach the Emperor, he would lose his official hat.

He thought the prince had sent Li Quan, but it turned out that Li Quan had come on his own. Could it be that Li Quan didn't recognize the assassin?

Wang Zhemao stood up, glared angrily at Li Quan, and pointed at the corpse on the rack, saying, "Li Quan, you had better give me an explanation for this matter. Don't think you can pin the blame on me with just a few words. I'm not so easily fooled, and neither is His Highness Prince An!"

Li Quan's eyes were cloudy. Looking at his grandson, who was hanging his head and silent, his lips trembled. He didn't say a word, but forced himself to walk outside.

"Li Quan!" Wang Zhemao grabbed Li Quan's arm. "You have to give the Prince and me an explanation!"

“I have nothing to say.” Li Quan’s voice was hoarse. “Since Lord Wang used me to kill someone, he must have an explanation. Why not report this directly to the Emperor and punish me for a mistake?”

"You clearly recognize this person! By doing this, are you...?" Wang Zhemao angrily retorted.

Wang Zhemao's expression changed, and he immediately dismissed his men, lowering his voice to say, "Lord Li, are you confused? In this Shengjing City, who doesn't want to kill this man? But, even if you hired someone to kill him, why didn't you make thorough preparations?"

"Look at what's happened now. You were too reckless. How could you kill someone in front of him to silence him? How am I supposed to explain this to the Emperor and this man?"

Li Quan's expression changed drastically, and he glared fiercely at Wang Zhemao. "You clearly know this man is my grandson, what are you pretending to be a good person for! Now you even want to pin the crime of hiring someone to assassinate Prince An on him."

snort!

Wang Zhemao is quite the schemer!

When did I get on Zhu Yu's pirate ship?

"You're talking nonsense! When did I ever hire someone to kill someone?! Don't try to pin this dirty business on me. Wang Zhemao, stop trying to pin this shit on me!"

Li Quan pointed at the corpse on the rack: "This person was barely alive when I arrived. Wang Zhemao, don't think I'm blind. You clearly don't want to find out who's behind this."

He lowered his voice and said angrily, "You want to kill that guy, and you're hoping to get no results from the interrogation. What are you pretending to be, trying to play the wolf in sheep's clothing in front of me!"

Wang Zhemao was so angry that he spun around on the spot: "Hey, what kind of person are you? If it weren't for you, why would you kill him for no reason?"

"Wang Zhemao, I'll say it again, you're the one who killed him, remember that!" Li Quan said, and before Wang Zhemao could retort, he strode away.

"Sir." The jailer was also puzzled, watching Li Quan leave in a huff, somewhat confused about the situation.

Wang Zhemao waved his hand: "Put the body down and throw it into the mass grave."

What kind of situation is this? I thought I had gotten a great deal, but things have turned out like this.

Li Quan had just stepped out of the Dali Temple when he stumbled and nearly fell.

"My lord." The attendant immediately helped him up.

Li Quan flung his attendant's hand away, his face so dark it seemed as if ink could drip from it.

Unfortunately, when he got to the carriage, his body stiffened and he trembled all over. He tried to climb onto the carriage several times but failed. His attendants had to come forward and help him up.

After entering the carriage, Li Quan seemed to have all his strength drained away, and he collapsed to the ground.

He suppressed his anger, his lips twitching, lying in the carriage, tears finally rolling down his cloudy eyes, his whole body trembling, yet he dared not utter a sound.

Zhu Yu, Wang Zhemao, I swear to God, I will cut you into a thousand pieces and make you suffer a terrible death, so that you will all be buried with my grandson!

Over here, Lu Xiaoyun strode towards the Prince An's residence. At this moment, her thumb was scalded, but it was not visible on the surface of her finger, and there was not even a red mark.

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