Chapter 875: Master Zhang's Death

Sang Zhi's gentle expression froze, and a strange look flashed across his eyes: "You don't want me to be with you?"

"I have some things to do."

"Whatever you want to do, I'll help you."

"Just some little things."

"Eighth Prince, you must go back to Beili with me. If you stay with Qian Ning, it will mean there are more pairs of eyes around Qian Ning. You don't want her every move to be reported back to Beili, right?" Zhan Chi hinted.

Sang Zhi's expression turned gloomy: "I will take care of it."

The dead have the tightest lips.

"Whatever the Eighth Prince wants to do, you have to wait until we return to Beili. Now you must come back to the capital with me. If you insist, it will only bring trouble to her." Zhan Chi no longer cared about etiquette, and his voice was filled with anger.

"father……"

"Don't interrupt." Zhan Chi glared at her.

Ye Qianning pursed her lips and said nothing more. It was the first time that Zhan Chi scolded her and got so angry in front of her.

"good."

Sang Zhi's eyes were red and his face was cold.

He really needs to clean up the people around him...

"Xianhai Tower has been cleared out. Eighth Prince, please follow me back to the inn now." Zhan Chi would not allow him to stay with his daughter any longer.

Zhan Chi looked at Ye Qianning.

"Dad Gu and I will leave the city tomorrow to visit Fourth Auntie." Ye Qianning said.

Zhan Chi put his hands on Sang Zhi's arm, not allowing him to refuse: "Eighth Prince, let's go."

Sang Zhi turned around and said, "I'll take you out of the city tomorrow."

Ye Qianning: "Okay."

Zhan Chi half-pulled, half-dragged Sang Zhi out of the house. She was still being affectionate with her daughter in front of him. Who knows how much more she would do when he was not around...

He thought of Sang Zhi's smile when he just entered the room.

Zhan Chi felt even more depressed, and even tightened his grip on Sang Zhi's hand—

Ye Qianning stood in the room, raised his hand and pressed his head. It was rare for Zhan Chi to get angry.

The four royal secret guards around Sang Zhi are all top-notch, with better martial arts skills than Du Yi and the others. If they start fighting, it will be really difficult to deal with them.

Her next itinerary was indeed not suitable for those people to know.

"The eighth prince is gone?" Old Chen came in with a unhappy look on his face.

"He was dragged away by my father." Ye Qianning took out the teapot and put down the cup: "Master, have you finished packing up?"

"There's nothing to pack, just a few books. I asked someone to put them in the car." Old Chen walked over and sat down.

"Well, has the Master's matter been settled?"

Old Chen's face was grim. "Master Zhang went through the capital and visited the Zhan family. A few days later, Master Zhang's body...was found in the river west of the city."

Ye Qianning was shocked, his eyes filled with disbelief: "Master Zhang is dead? Who did this?"

"The Zhan family is still investigating. Dachun said it was the day before he came to Jingdu City." Dean Chen thought for a moment and said, "Girl, Dachun and I will go to Jingdu together."

Ye Qianning was very saddened by the news of Master Zhang's death, not to mention his master, but...

"Master, please wait for me for two months. Just two months, and I will definitely let you go to Beili openly."

"Hey, what fame, what scolding, I don't care about those." Mr. Chen is almost a hundred years old. When he was young, he pursued fame and fortune, and now he is old, he also wants a reputation.

But in the past ten years, he has seen more than when he was young, and his life has become more and more clear-headed, and finally he feels indifferent.

"I care, and I believe Master Zhang cares too. He certainly doesn't want Master to be abused and slandered by the world. Master, Master taught me, and he is very important to me. I will definitely investigate his death."

(End of this chapter)