Lu Xiaoyun raised an eyebrow at Wang Zhemao: "They're living better lives now, and everyone's working hard. Doesn't that make your life better too?"
Wang Zhemao looked at "Prince An" with an expression that said, "Keep bluffing."
Lu Xiaoyun put her hands behind her back, ignoring Wang Zhemao's expression that seemed eager to get rid of her, and strode forward.
Before long, the group was thrown into jail.
Lian Yongyuan, who was locked up in the innermost cell, jumped up from the ground as soon as he saw "Prince An". He took a few steps to the cell door and shouted, "Your Highness Prince An, I am innocent! I did not hire anyone to kill you! Please let me out! I am truly innocent!"
Lu Xiaoyun looked at him coldly. He was thin, of medium height, and around forty years old. He was wearing a royal blue brocade robe, which was wrinkled beyond recognition after being locked up in the prison for half a night. He looked disheveled.
Jiang Chuanchao spat at him: "If you didn't hire someone to kill you, then why did you go to the mass grave to steal a corpse in the middle of the night? Don't tell the prince that you have a necrophiliac fetish."
Lian Yongyuan felt nauseous and didn't look at the incredibly stupid attendant beside Prince An: "I didn't steal the corpse, Your Highness. I was just passing by. I was just passing by there."
Lu Xiaoyun snorted coldly, her posture upright, and watched indifferently as Lian Yongyuan jumped up and down inside the cell.
Feng Yan glanced at Lu Xiaoyun and said in a deep voice, "Lord Lian, have you forgotten that we caught you and your servants red-handed while you were moving the corpse?"
Lian Yongyuan paused, as if he had just noticed Feng Yan, dressed in black, behind Prince An. His eyes suddenly turned venomous. This was the man who had appeared just last night when he ordered his men to carry the corpse onto the servants. It turned out that he was Zhu Yu's subordinate.
"It's you! Who are you?"
Lu Xiaoyun said calmly, "Who is he? Is he related to your stealing corpses from the mass grave in the middle of the night? Or is it that even the adults are still trying to deny that you know the assassin?"
Lian Yongyuan turned to Lu Xiaoyun, his eyes no longer showing the respect he had feigned earlier. He sneered, "Hmph, who doesn't know that His Highness Prince An never needs a reason to kill someone? You've had your subordinates arrest me on trumped-up charges and imprison me in this Dali Temple prison. Isn't that precisely to eliminate dissidents?"
"Oh?" Lu Xiaoyun's lips curled into a cold smile. "My surname is Zhu, and I am a member of the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the fourth prince of the current emperor. Since Lord Lian says that I am 'eliminating dissidents,' could it be that Lord Lian has not been loyal to the Zhu family dynasty of the Great Zhou Dynasty for the past ten years, but to someone else?"
Lian Yongyuan's face fell: "Zhu Yu, don't make false accusations! I, Lian Yongyuan, was born a citizen of the Great Zhou, and I will die a ghost of the Great Zhou! I cannot bear the crime of 'treason'!"
"Ha! If that's the case, then why did you hire someone to kill me? Lian Yongyuan, don't tell me you don't know the assassin. Just because you haven't confessed doesn't mean your servants haven't confessed. Do you want them to confront you on the spot?"
“They confessed clearly that last night you and they went to the mass grave at midnight, attempting to steal the ‘assassin’s’ body, but you were caught red-handed by my guards.”
Lian Yongyuan was furious. He and Li Quan had indeed hired assassins to pay 200,000 taels of silver to take Zhu Yu's head, but before they could make a move, someone beat them to it.
It's a shame that the person wasn't skilled enough, wasting such a good opportunity. It might not be so easy to assassinate him again in the future.
He had just returned to the manor yesterday when his wife, with tears welling up in her eyes, threw herself into his arms.
Only after asking did I learn that Zhu Yu, that scoundrel, had actually plotted to have Qi'er imprisoned in the Dali Temple prison and falsely accused him of being an assassin.
Although Li Quan recognized him as his grandson, his manhood had been severed, his tongue pulled out, and his limbs crippled, leaving him a useless cripple. Keeping him alive would only bring endless disasters to the Li clan, especially since he had inadvertently overheard their secret plot.
Qi'er is weak-willed and might reveal the truth if she cannot withstand severe torture.
Therefore, Li Quancai had no choice but to kill him himself.
Li Quan knew the body had been thrown into a mass grave, but he was powerless to stop it. Back at his residence, he practically wrecked the entire study.
Qi'er was someone Lian Yongyuan had watched grow up, and he treated him like his own nephew.
The lady cried so hard she fainted several times, pleading with him to bring Qi'er's body back for a proper burial.
Li Quan had been incredibly kind to him, and even though he knew it was very likely a trap, he had no choice but to do it.
He vowed that he would grind Zhu Yu to dust in this lifetime!
So he made many arrangements, selecting a man in his own residence who was about the same height as Li Qi, killing him in Li Qi's likeness, and preparing to switch him with someone else under the cover of night.
Little did they know that even with thorough preparations, they would still fall into the trap set by Zhu Yu.
Lian Yongyuan stared intently at Lu Xiaoyun with eyes that seemed to be coated with poison, his eyes filled with deep-seated resentment, like a ferocious beast in the forest, wishing he could pounce on her and tear her to shreds immediately.
"Master, we found a birthmark on the assassin's body yesterday. You should recognize this person, sir." A masked guard in black handed a piece of paper to Lu Xiaoyun.
Wang Zhemao was startled. His Dali Temple was heavily guarded, with layers upon layers of personnel. Without his permission, unless the emperor himself came, not just anyone could enter.
But the man arrived silently and entered the Dali Temple prison as if it were empty. If he hadn't spoken, the Dali Temple prisoner wouldn't have noticed him at all.
This shows just how high this person's martial arts skills are.
Prince An was indeed surrounded by many talented people.
If anyone dares to lay a hand on Prince An in the future, they'd better think twice about their own abilities.
A figure flashed before their eyes, and the person retreated silently, just as they had come, without even the torches lit on the wall swaying.
Lu Xiaoyun unfolded the paper, her lips twitching involuntarily. On the paper was a drawing of a white, fleshy buttock, and on the right buttock cleft was a gray figure resembling a wolfhound.
This birthmark is unique and easily recognizable!
Lu Xiaoyun handed the paper to Lian Yongyuan and shook it at him: "Do you recognize it?"
Lian Yongyuan clenched his fists, glanced at the paper, and snorted coldly: "I don't have homosexual tendencies, how would I know that Li Qi has such a birthmark on his butt?"
Lu Xiaoyun smiled, but from beginning to end, none of her people ever said that the birthmark belonged to Li Qi!
Jiang Chuan covered his mouth and laughed, looking at Lian Yongyuan as if he were a fool. If this guy hadn't spent a lot of money to buy an official position, even if he took the imperial examinations for three lifetimes, he still wouldn't be able to pass the preliminary examination.
Wang Zhemao stared wide-eyed in disbelief as he took the paper from Lu Xiaoyun's hand, inwardly screaming, "I've been tricked! I've boarded Prince An's pirate ship!"
How could he not know what kind of person Li Quan's grandson, Li Qi, was? Besides indulging in eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring, this guy was a complete waste.
Could he be an assassin?
He would never believe it, even if you beat him to death!
It turns out that the person who beat someone half to death the day before yesterday was actually Li Qi!
But why would Li Quan kill his own grandson?
Wang Zhemao's expression changed. Could it be...?
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