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Chapter 124 You Can’t Be the Prince!

Looking at the firewood piled half a man high in front of him, Jin Dianshi was very satisfied. He called out, "Where's the kerosene? Pour some kerosene on it!"

The yamen runners carried barrels of kerosene from the carriage and poured them on the firewood.

Just then, a carriage stopped near the courtyard.

The bailiffs thought someone had strayed into the place by mistake and were about to drive him away, but unexpectedly they heard a trembling old man's voice coming from the carriage.

"Jin Shanhu! Stop!"

When Jin Dianshi heard the voice, his body stiffened for a moment, and then he showed an expression of disbelief.

He remembered the voice.

This is the voice of County Magistrate Yang!

Could the person in the carriage be County Magistrate Yang?

But why is County Magistrate Yang here?

Could it be that County Magistrate Yang was here to supervise him in arresting people?

Countless questions suddenly popped up in Jin Dianshi's mind. He took two steps forward and asked tentatively, "Is the person in the car the county master?"

The guard driving the carriage lifted the curtain, revealing two people sitting inside, namely Nie Changping and Yang Kaiguang.

Just now, Nie Changping sneaked into the county government office with two guards, captured Yang Kaiguang, and quietly tied him up here.

Yang Kaiguang was wearing casual clothes at this time, his hands were tied behind his back, his body was shaking constantly, the beard under his chin was trembling slightly, and his old face was as pale as paper due to fear.

Nie Changping put a dagger on his neck and said to him.

"Get rid of all those dogs you have."

Yang Kaiguang was terrified, and he shouted in panic, "Jin Shanhu, take the person away quickly, the farther the better!"

Jin Dianshi never expected that County Magistrate Yang would be caught. He was shocked and angry, but because he was afraid of the consequences, he dared not act rashly. He could only hold his anger and leave the place quickly with all the yamen runners and constables.

Nie Changping jumped off the carriage and strode into the yard.

A guard reached out and dragged Yang Kaiguang out of the carriage, carrying him into the yard, while another guard led the carriage around to the back door.

When Luo Qinghan learned that Nie Changping had returned, he put down his book, stood up and walked out.

With the help of the bright moonlight, Yang Kaiguang could clearly see the handsome man walking out.

The man looked young, perhaps eighteen or nineteen years old. He wore a light blue gown with wide sleeves. His black hair was not tied up completely, but draped behind his back, with only two loose circles tied at the ends with a blue headband.

His black eyes were like an ancient cold pond, icy and silent. Just by being looked at by him, Yang Kaiguang felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart.

Yang Kaiguang instinctively felt panic and fear.

The guard kicked him on the knee and scolded him, "Why don't you kneel down and salute our master?!"

Yang Kaiguang was already old, and had been drained of his body by alcohol and sex in recent years. After being kicked like that, he immediately fell to his knees on the ground, screaming in pain.

Fortunately, the ground here is mud. If it were stone slabs, his kneecap would have been broken.

Nie Changping bowed and said, "Your Highness, I have fulfilled your mission and brought the person back to you."

Yang Kaiguang, who was still screaming, froze when he heard this.

He didn't care about the pain, and struggled to stand up. He looked at the handsome man standing in front of him and asked in disbelief, "You, you are the prince? How is this possible? The prince's carriage has not arrived in Gangu County yet!"

Luo Qing looked at him coldly: "Just because you knew that my carriage had not yet arrived in Gangu County, you dared to make a fortune in my name, right?"

Yang Kaiguang still didn't want to believe it.

"That's impossible. You can't be the prince. You must be pretending to be the prince. Pretending to be the prince is a capital crime!"

(End of this chapter)