Chapter 3290 Just Kill Him

Arslan looked down at his flushed face and said, "Kill our heads? What a boast! What's your name, little brat?"

The child gritted his teeth and said, "Why should I tell you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he screamed again.

Arslan stepped hard on the child, making him gasp for air and his face turn blue. He looked down at the child gasping for air and said with a sneer, "You don't have to tell me. Then you never have to tell me."

After saying that, he put a little more strength into his feet.

“Ah, ah!”

The child screamed as he was stepped on, his chest feeling as if it were about to shatter. He slapped the ground and shouted, "I'll tell you! I'll tell you!"

Arslan then moved his feet away and slowly squatted down to look at the child's blue face and pale mouth. He grabbed the child's collar with one hand and pulled him in front of him: "Tell me, what's your name?"

The child rolled his eyes and said, "My name is Wen Bieyu."

"Wen Bieyu?"

Arslan repeated the name, though he naturally didn't recognize it. He then grabbed the boy's collar tighter, making it difficult for him to breathe, and asked, "Why are you here so late?"

The child panted and said intermittently: "I, I'm here, I came out to play, what's it to you?"

Arslan sneered: "You are quite stubborn."

He was about to say something, but Bayin beside him said impatiently: "Your Majesty, what is there to say to this brat? He looks like a Yan countryman's child, just kill him directly. We have more serious matters to attend to."

Arslan hesitated.

Indeed, there was nothing much to say to a child, and killing a Yan country child was nothing serious. However, this child was dressed in silk and satin, clearly not from an ordinary family. Moreover, it was obviously unreasonable for him to appear in this wasteland so late at night. Killing him like this seemed a pity.

When the child heard that they wanted to kill him, his face turned pale.

At this moment, Wulihan stepped forward and whispered in Arslan's ear, "Your Majesty, don't kill this child yet."

"What's wrong?"

"We just captured him, his horse and his body. Look at the horse he was riding—"

"Um?"

Arslan turned and looked at the horse.

He was a native of Dian and had grown up on horseback. He could naturally tell the quality of a horse at a glance, and he immediately understood the trick after taking one look.

"This is--"

Wulihan said, "This horse is from the Western Regions. Although it's not fully grown yet, it has excellent qualities. Even if we take it to Kulun City, it will cost at least tens of thousands of coins."

“…”

"Such a good horse is definitely not something an ordinary family can have."

Arslan nodded. A good horse is different from jewelry and jade. Although they are both valuable, horses are not just toys, but also weapons for cavalry. In many countries that produce good horses, horse trade is prohibited because they are afraid that good breeds will be lost. Therefore, some good horses may not be bought even with money.

But the horse that the child rode was a top-notch horse.

Looking at his luxurious clothes, it is obvious that he is not a child from an ordinary family. Who is he?

Thinking of this, Arslan squatted down again, looked the child in the eye, and asked in a deep voice: "Let me ask you one more question, who are you?"

The child was stared at by him and was obviously a little flustered, but he still said with his neck stiff, "I already said my name is Wen Bieyu. Are you deaf and can't hear me?"

"So what are you doing around here so late?"

"Is it your business?"

After all the talk, it was still the same old story. Arslan narrowed his eyes slightly, a dangerous cold light flashing in his eyes. He stood up straight and ordered: "Catch this brat back. If he doesn't tell the truth for one day, lock him up for one day. If he doesn't tell the truth for his whole life, lock him up for his whole life!"

"yes!"

Several soldiers below immediately rushed up and dragged the child away.

The child was anxious, struggling desperately and shouting loudly, but no one around him paid any attention to him. Arslan waved his hand at the people around him and said, "Get on your horses and return to the camp!"

Immediately, everyone around jumped on their horses, and a group of people took advantage of the night to gallop towards their camp.

The night wind whistled and blew away.

Zhu Feng stayed in the study room the whole night. At the beginning, he managed to concentrate on his work, but in the second half of the night, he could no longer hold on and dozed off with one hand on his head. Xiao Shunzi naturally did not dare to disturb him. He just carefully put a piece of clothing on him, blew out the candle, and then went out to wait.

Even so, Zhu Feng did not sleep well.

He was a light sleeper to begin with, and he was still worried about Zhu Chengjun, as if a thin needle was pricking his heart.

He was sleeping soundly when he suddenly felt a chill in his heart and opened his eyes abruptly.

"Cheng Jun!"

Upon hearing his voice, Xiao Shunzi, who was guarding the door, immediately ran in: "What's wrong with the emperor?"

Zhu Feng opened his eyes wide, looked around, then glanced at him again, and immediately came to his senses. He just realized that it was just a nightmare. He frowned, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and then asked: "Outside, no news yet?"

Xiao Shunzi said: "Not yet——"

Before he finished speaking, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and Chen Zixiao walked in directly from outside: "Your Majesty!"

Upon seeing him, Zhu Feng immediately came to his senses and asked hurriedly, "How is it?"

The candlelight was flickering because someone suddenly walked in. The swaying light and shadow made the entire study seem shaky, as if the building was about to collapse. Chen Zixiao's expression was also very solemn, adding a bit of oppression to the atmosphere.

He said in a deep voice, "We've searched the entire city, but haven't found the young prince. We've also searched an area over ten miles outside the city, but haven't seen the young prince either."

Zhu Feng's heart sank.

It was as if something was pulled out of his body, and he slowly fell back into the chair. Seeing his pale face, Xiao Shunzi was frightened and hurried over to support his shoulders: "Your Majesty!"

Zhu Feng raised his hand to stop him.

Chen Zixiao said: "I am incompetent!"

Although Zhu Feng was extremely anxious, and even felt a hint of despair, he immediately gathered himself together and waved his hand, saying, "You go down first."

Chen Zixiao looked up at him, but did not retreat immediately. Instead, he said, "Your Majesty, rest assured. I will immediately send more people to search along the way!"

Zhu Feng said: "No."

"What?"

Chen Zixiao was stunned for a moment.

When he said "no", did he mean that he should not send more people to continue searching for His Royal Highness the King of Han?

He asked in confusion, "Why?"