Chapter 172 Burn
The fire at the Song family's house burned more and more fiercely.
Qu Ling walked out of the Song family, holding two cloth bags in his hands, with blood dripping down. There were two human heads inside.
"Princess, the secret guards in the mansion are all inside the walls. There are fires everywhere in the mansion, and the temperature of the walls is too high. They can no longer hide and have come out."
The person who came to report was one of the guards in the marquis's mansion.
"Did you catch it?"
"There were Jinwu Guards, Jingzhao Prefecture officials, and us. We captured them all," the man paused, "but no one survived."
Qu Ling walked out.
When they arrived at the long street at the gate, Zhao Chongxian and Wuying were fighting fiercely.
Onlookers crowded both sides of the street, feeling both frightened and excited.
This is a kind of excitement rarely seen in a century.
"He's quite capable indeed." Zhao Chongxian took a few steps back, beads of sweat already visible on his forehead.
Wuying was silent, and his eyes were as cold as ice under the black mask.
His figure flashed and he rushed forward like a ghost.
Zhao Chongxian continued to fight.
When the situation was stalemate, the sound of horse hooves was heard, and Zhao Yuanrong arrived in a tight suit.
She swung her sword, took the knife from Wuying's hand, and nailed it to the pillar at the door of the Song family.
Wuying looked up at the uninvited guest.
Zhao Yuanrong reined in his horse and spoke condescendingly to Zhao Chongxian, "The Princess has ordered the Imperial Guards to be dispatched. All of the Red Shadow Guards must be exterminated."
She glanced at the man in black robes with a stern look, "Leave him to me."
Zhao Chongxian grinned when he saw her coming, "I'll go right away, Princess, be careful."
Qu Ling, who was standing not far away, chuckled when he heard this. The secret guards and private soldiers were nothing compared to the huge imperial army.
Wuying narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him.
"If you know what's good for you, tell me where your lair is." Zhao Yuanrong jumped off his horse with smooth movements.
She stretched out her hand, and the long sword stuck in the wooden pillar flew back into her hand as if it had life.
"This princess will give you a chance. You and your secret guards will be incorporated into the Imperial Guards, and from now on, you can walk the world openly and honestly." Zhao Yuanrong pointed his sword directly at Wuying. "How do you think it is?"
Wuying remained silent.
The long sword also flew into his hand, drawing a strange arc, and his figure was as erratic as smoke.
His lightness skill was so amazing that he was in front of Zhao Yuanrong in the blink of an eye.
"It seems there is nothing to talk about."
Zhao Yuanrong attacked without hesitation.
After only a few dozen moves, Wuying was horrified to find that he was actually at a disadvantage.
Even the general of the Jinwu Guard was no match for him, so how could this young-looking woman be so powerful?
He was distracted for a moment, and Zhao Yuanrong had already kicked him in the chest, sending him flying several feet.
If they could barely stand, they would already be defeated.
"Sister, the Red Shadow Order is on him." Qu Ling reminded from a distance.
Zhao Yuanrong nodded and said to Wuying, "Hand it over?"
Wuying sneered and spoke for the first time, "Want it? Come and get it yourself."
A cold light flashed in Zhao Yuanrong's eyes, and Wuying raised his sword to meet the attack.
But Zhao Yuanrong's sword moves suddenly changed. The sword tip did not rush towards him, but slashed towards the clothes on his body.
The sword light was like a weaving net, and the shadowless black clothes instantly turned into flying fragments.
He was horrified and stepped back hastily, but it was too late.
The mask was blown off by a sword, and all the clothes on his body were cut off, leaving him standing naked in the middle of the street.
The onlookers were in an uproar, and many of them covered their eyes, but still peeked through their fingers.
"Princess, don't look." Su Shang covered Qu Ling's eyes with his hands, but he didn't blink.
To everyone's surprise, the man shrouded in black robe turned out to be a handsome young man in his early twenties.
He has fair skin and a slender figure. If he were not naked at the moment, he would look like a handsome young man.
Wuying froze in place, feeling so humiliated for the first time in his life.
He subconsciously wanted to cover his body, but forced himself to hold back. He just stared at Zhao Yuanrong, his eyes filled with anger and some strange emotions.
Zhao Yuanrong raised the tip of his sword and picked up the Red Shadow Order from the remnant of clothing.
Without even looking at it, she shook the sword tip, and the Red Shadow Order shattered into pieces, turning into powder and floating in the wind.
"All under heaven belongs to the king, and there is no room for such secret guards who cannot see the light of day." Zhao Yuanrong's voice was cold and clear, and it echoed throughout the long street.
She pressed again, "Where is the nest?"
Wuying stood naked, but he was surprisingly calm. "You are a martial arts expert, I admire you very much, but I will not betray anyone."
Zhao Yuanrong said no more and cut the tendons of Wuying's hands and feet.
Wuying groaned and fell to his knees, blood oozing from the wounds on his limbs, but his eyes stared at Zhao Yuanrong like an eagle.
"Take him away and interrogate him strictly," Zhao Yuanrong said to the arriving imperial guards. "Use whatever means necessary to pry open his mouth."
When the imperial guards set up Wuying, Zhao Yuanrong sheathed his sword and said in a clear and loud voice, "You must remember me. I am Princess Jiaping, the daughter of the eldest princess."
The crowd immediately started talking.
As expected of the eldest princess' daughter, she is skilled in martial arts and decisive in her actions.
The imperial guards took Wuying away, and the police drove away the people on the long street.
The long street returned to calm, only the fire in the Song family was still burning.
Zhao Yuanrong walked towards Qu Ling, the sternness on his face faded, revealing a gentle smile, "Are you okay?"
Qu Ling couldn't wait to ask, "How's the situation in the palace?"
"Everything goes well, so I can come over to see if you're in danger."
Qu Ling's eyes were full of admiration, "Sister, your martial arts skills have improved again."
Even after many years, the people of the capital city still remember the fire that burned for a day and a night, reducing the powerful Song family to ashes.
The Minister of the Central Secretariat Song Guang was arrested in the palace and subsequently imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice.
Outside the palace, except for Madam Liu who survived in a mad manner, the Song family's one son and one daughter were all burned to death.
That day, many people saw Princess Jia'an of the Dingxiang Marquis' Mansion leading hundreds of people to the Song family in a threatening manner.
Some people were holding a lot of torches in their hands, and the smell of thick oil was pungent.
Not long after, a fire broke out in the Song family's house.
The Jinwu Guards arrived, and so did the officers.
In the end, it was Princess Jiaping who cleaned up the mess.
Qu Ling handed the two heads to Zhao Yuanrong, "It's hard to pry open Song Guang's mouth, but don't let him die too comfortably."
Zhao Yuanrong was stunned for a moment, then said meaningfully, "A Ling, you really impressed me."
Qu Ling suddenly reached out and hugged Zhao Yuanrong, resting his chin on her shoulder, "Sister, I burned down the Song family."
The places she wanted to burn down, the ancestral hall of the Dingxiang Marquis Mansion, and the Song family, have now been done.
Zhao Yuanrong thought she was worried about being held accountable.
He hugged her tighter and whispered, "It's okay, it's burned."
There are other opinions in the court.
"You must be tired," Zhao Yuanrong patted her back, "I'll take you home."
Qu Ling was indeed very tired.
She wanted to have a good sleep.
Back at Nuanshanju, she ordered, "Don't see anyone who comes."
After taking a shower and changing her clothes, she fell asleep without even eating lunch.
When I woke up, it was already dusk. The golden setting sun shone through the window sill onto the edge of the bed, filling the room with golden light.
She tilted her head slightly and through the screen window saw a figure as tall as a pine tree standing quietly in the courtyard.
It's Chi Yuan.
Qu Ling felt an unprecedented sense of peace.
"Please come in, Prince."
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