Chapter 259 Is Your Highness willing to do this business?

To attack someone's spirit?

Upon hearing this, Bai Yu was taken aback for a moment, then frowned slightly as he glanced at Bai Yu's deliberately mysterious manner.

Glancing at the smile on Zhang Xin's face, Bai Yu instinctively sensed an indescribable and inexplicable meaning emanating from him.

It wasn't exactly hostile, but it certainly wasn't benevolent either.

"What does Lord Zhang mean?" He became slightly alert and subconsciously adopted a ready-to-fight stance.

But Zhang Xin's smile deepened: "It's nothing."

He raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Li Jin and Jin Shu: "Look, Mr. Jin is just like you. He is serious and trustworthy, objective and hardworking, and naturally doesn't like to show off. Even in a crisis, he remains very calm."

He looked at Jin Shu, who had slipped and fallen in the courtyard in the distance, and raised his eyebrows with a faint smile: "These things are good for her working as a coroner in the Six Doors, but they are a big problem for the prince to get married."

In his eyes, more than ten meters away, Li Jin couldn't help but laugh at Jin Shu while reaching out to help her up from the ground, earning several indignant glares from her.

At this point, Bai Yu's doubts deepened, and he stared at him without moving.

“Oh dear, I happened to have something to discuss with Your Highness a few days ago,” Zhang Xin said, then suddenly looked at Bai Yu, a fleeting glint of light flashing in his eyes. “Your Highness also happens to be troubled by Mr. Jin’s matter.”

“He didn’t want Mr. Jin to be in danger, but he also didn’t want her to end up marrying someone else’s wife.” Zhang Xin looked to the other side and saw Li Jin offering her arm, acting as a crutch on the ice with a look of disgust.

He chuckled, then turned his head to look at Bai Yu's face meaningfully: "So... I gave him a suggestion."

Bai Yu's gaze grew even colder, and his hand had already landed on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Zhang Xin, a criminal profiling expert from the Six Doors, rarely leaves his courtyard, and it's quite unusual for him to be standing here chatting with him like this.

A gust of wind rose, and Bai Yu's voice was icy: "What exactly does Lord Zhang want to say?"

Zhang Xin smiled easily, turned to the side, and looked at his face: "I just wanted to ask, does the young master, who is about to reach marriageable age, also need to listen to this advice?"

The wind was cold and strong, whipping up Zhang Xin's clothes.

The sharp, razor-sharp airflow from the storefront brushed against their faces, whistling as it passed.

Zhang Xin remained unmoved before them.

Bai Yu, however, placed his hand on the hilt of the sword, adjusting his grip several times, as if a great battle was about to break out.

Seeing his hostility, Zhang Xin waved his hand and said, "Don't be nervous." He paused and added, "Your father asked me to remind you that the time you agreed on is approaching. Young Master, please don't break your promise."

After saying that, glancing at Bai Yu's solemn face, he paused for a moment before turning to leave, then looked back at him: "When it comes to controlling people's hearts, your father, who is obsessed with playing dumb to deceive others, is better than me."

He laughed: "You can't escape."

Bai Yu remained silent, his face expressionless.

After saying that, Zhang Xin turned around and calmly walked to the other end of the eaves.

At this moment, Song Zhen's carriage slowly came to a stop in front of the Six Doors.

He looked up at the six golden doors plaque, his face seemingly covered with a thick layer of frost.

Song Zhen and He Lin's hands were tightly bound with two thick ropes as they struggled to jump down from the carriage.

He turned around and glanced at He Lin's face. Although he was angry, he couldn't utter a single word of accusation for several days.

Seeing his composed expression, He Lin stepped forward and stood in front of him.

Though he remained silent, his eyes were full of pleading.

Song Zhen exhaled through his nose, walked past her, and strode up the stone steps of the Six Doors.

He was in front, she was behind.

He walked with incredible speed, and she followed closely behind him.

Song Zhen walked around her three times before stepping over the threshold and seeing Li Jin waiting inside with a slight smile on her lips.

"You're here?" He crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing into crescent moons.

Seeing this, Song Zhen gave a dry laugh: "It seems that Your Highness knew I was coming."

Li Jin nodded: "If you don't come, she will surely die."

He took two steps forward, meeting Song Zhen's gaze: "You're here. Let's give it a shot; maybe there's still a glimmer of hope."

After saying that, Li Jin pulled out a fan from behind his back and, with a whoosh, cut the rope binding Song Zhen's hands from bottom to top.

Song Zhen remained silent, slightly moving her wrists, but her gaze remained fixed on Li Jin in front of her.

The wind was biting cold in the courtyard.

He lifted his robe, knelt down in front of everyone, and performed a grand salute, kowtowing before Li Jin.

“He Lin has nothing to do with this matter. She has no backing and doesn’t know how to form alliances. She has no ability to make any plans.” Song Zhen closed his eyes and touched the ground with his forehead. “I implore Your Highness to enforce the law impartially and investigate thoroughly. Do not let appearances blind you.”

Behind him, He Lin was stunned.

She bit her lip, looking at the proud and brilliant man, and at Song Zhen, who remained calm and smiling even with a knife to Li Jin's shoulder.

Looking at him, kneeling here, abandoning all his pride and dignity in order to give her a chance to live.

The tears she had suppressed for so many days finally burst forth. Sobbing and trembling, she knelt down beside him, saying, "It was all my doing, and it has nothing to do with you, young master!"

Watching this loving scene between the couple, Li Jin held the cold fan and tapped it against her palm.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a long while, nodded: "Guards, take the suspect He Lin to the female prison and keep her under strict guard. No one is allowed to see her without my order."

Upon hearing this, He Lin straightened up. She looked at Song Zhen, who was still kneeling on the ground, leaned forward, and whispered something in his ear.

"I do not pray for the next life, but only for the future, that you, my lord, may be safe and well."

Song Zhen suddenly opened her eyes, then froze, motionless.

By the time he came to his senses, Zhou Zheng had already taken He Lin away, leaving only the three of them in the empty courtyard.

Li Jin sighed, reached out to help him up, and said calmly, "Don't worry, there's no place safer than the dungeon of the Six Doors."

He said, "Zhang Xin and Su Shangxuan, who guard the dungeon, are both shadows by the Emperor's side. In terms of hidden weapon skills, their strength is above that of Lian Shui."

Seeing his accurate understanding, Song Zhen smiled and nodded, bowing respectfully: "Thank you, Your Highness."

After saying that, Li Jin glanced around and made way for him: "You coming here means the time is right." He smiled slightly, "The courtyard is cold, let's talk in the main hall."

But Song Zhen shook his head: "It's not that the time is ripe, but rather that there has been an opportunity that has made the ripe time come."

He stood in the courtyard, unmoved, his gaze fixed intently on Li Jin: "Is Your Highness willing to do this business?"

Li Jin paused, glancing at his bloodless face.

He knew that from the moment he relinquished control of the chessboard, Song Zhen no longer had any chips of sufficient value in his hands.

He raised an eyebrow: "Sir, you have nothing left. How can you do business with me?"

Before him, Song Zhen remained silent for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "I will devise a plan for Your Highness. After it is done, Your Highness will release He Lin, and I will go to prison."

That was exactly what I wanted.

For so many days, Li Jin had been waiting for Song Zhen, who was desperate and had nowhere else to turn, to say those words himself.

A smile spread across his face, but as he nodded, he caught a glimpse of a starlight flashing across the eaves outside the gate.

"careful!"

Li Jin pulled Jin Shu behind him and then flung the black fan behind Song Zhen.

With a clang, the small throwing knife aimed at Song Zhen was knocked to the ground by the black fan.

Shen Wen, who was secretly following along, and Zhou Zheng, who had just returned, chased after the flying knife in the blink of an eye, following the direction from which it came.

But at that moment, Song Zhen turned around and froze the instant she looked at Li Jin.

There was another small knife stuck in his chest, where his hand was covering his chest; it was originally meant to be thrown at Jin Shu.

[Author's Note]

[The prince is unharmed and has no injuries. Don't panic.]

[Cunning skill activated.]