Qin Chuan mobilized the Southern Camp's army to guard the palace, but received a report from the Embroidered Uniform Guard that Xiao Yun had not sent any troops, and the Prince of Zhao walked out of the Northern Camp alone in a dejected manner.
Afterwards, the Embroidered Uniform Guard continued to track the Prince of Zhao, discovered where he hid his troops, and also ascertained his strength, which amounted to only a few dozen men.
Qin Chuan then decided to play along, to play along with him for a while, and not to rush to arrest him, but to see what he was up to first.
That evening, another report came from the Embroidered Uniform Guard that Prince Zhao was leading dozens of men toward Prince Yan's residence.
"Your Highness, the Prince of Zhao's private soldiers are all wearing armor, so we should be careful."
At this moment, in the main hall of the Prince of Yan's mansion, a brigadier general from the Southern Camp clasped his hands and spoke to Qin Chuan.
Looking around, the entire Prince Yan's mansion, inside and outside the courtyards, was filled with soldiers from the Southern Camp, numbering at least several thousand.
Given Qin Chuan's cowardly and timid nature, how could he not have considered that while protecting the palace, he also needed to protect his own family...?
"Distribute those divine bows, set up an ambush, and shoot all of King Zhao's private soldiers dead, but... I want King Zhao to live!"
Upon hearing the Prince of Yan's order, the brigadier general immediately replied, "Yes, Your Majesty, I will carry it out immediately!"
...
The King of Zhao, accompanied by dozens of his private soldiers, quietly arrived at the gate of the King of Yan's residence.
Gazing at the vast Prince Yan's mansion, envy welled in his eyes as he muttered to himself, "This used to be Prince Ning's mansion, a prince's mansion! Qin Chuan, you brat, do you even deserve it? You're just an outsider, what right do you have to rule my Xiao family's empire..."
At this moment, his attendants whispered a reminder: "Your Highness, it seems Mr. Han didn't come along..."
King Zhao's eyes darted around, and he asked suspiciously, "What on earth is Han Wenyan up to? Does he take so long to sit in a pit?"
Looking at the Prince Yan's residence right in front of them, they asked those around them, "Your Highness, it seems there's not much guard here. Shall we charge in?"
King Zhao was at a loss. He thought to himself, what if there were ambushes inside? If only Han Wenyan were here. That guy was quite resourceful, and listening to him would be the right thing to do.
Unfortunately, this guy has been squatting on the toilet for ages and hasn't come...
Just then, the private soldiers suddenly saw a palace maid hurrying through the open gate of the Prince of Yan's mansion, heading deeper into the courtyard.
Looking at the elegantly dressed palace maid, one of them couldn't help but lick his lips: "What a beautiful woman..."
Then, a roar rang out from somewhere: "I can't hold back anymore! Charge! Kill! Loot money, loot grain, loot women!"
King Zhao originally wanted to reconsider, but these private soldiers, who were originally bandits, couldn't help but howl at the sight of the palace maids, and he couldn't stop them at all. He had no choice but to let them charge towards the gate of the Prince of Yan's residence...
"Charge! Kill!"
The private soldiers, who were originally bandits, rushed towards the gate of the Prince of Yan's mansion in a chaotic and disorganized manner.
Meanwhile, the Imperial Guards and soldiers of the Southern Camp, who had been secretly lying in ambush all along, took out their composite bows, aimed at the heads of these people through night-vision scopes, and quietly released the bowstrings...
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, arrows rained down.
"ah!"
"Well!"
"Oh no! An ambush!"
"Damn it... I haven't even visited a brothel in the capital yet..."
In just a few breaths, dozens of King Zhao's private soldiers fell to the ground, bleeding profusely, and were completely dead...
King Zhao was stunned and paralyzed with fear, collapsing to the ground.
A stream of yellow liquid was found flowing from his lower body.
A strong smell of urine followed...
At this moment, Qin Chuan, surrounded by armored soldiers, also emerged wearing a bulletproof vest and helmet.
The armored soldiers surrounded King Zhao, and Qin Chuan stood before him, looking down at him...
"Xiao Jingze!"
Qin Chuan addressed the King of Zhao by his given name.
King Zhao cautiously raised his head, looked at Qin Chuan, and called out, "King Yan... Your Highness King Yan..."
Qin Chuan kicked him and shouted, "With your pathetic appearance, you dare to rebel!"
King Zhao rolled on the ground, trying to escape, but found himself surrounded by armored soldiers. There wasn't even a crack for him to crawl out, and the soldiers were all looking at him with mocking eyes...
"This guy actually peed his pants in fear!" a captain boldly mocked.
When the soldiers saw that His Highness the Prince of Yan did not stop the mockery, they all pointed at the Prince of Zhao and joined in the ridicule.
"Look at him, how ridiculous! He actually peed his pants in fear!"
"What's even more ridiculous is that they dared to rebel with only a few dozen people!"
"They really don't take our South Camp seriously!"
Hearing the mocking voices around him, King Zhao, emboldened by some unknown source, defiantly shouted, "I am not rebelling! I am purging the court of corrupt officials!"
"Clean your mother's head!"
Qin Chuan couldn't help but kick him hard again.
My toes are still a little sore after I kicked them!
He thought to himself, "If only I hadn't worn those official boots, I would have worn those hard leather boots instead."
Blood trickled from the corner of King Zhao's mouth. He raised his head and glared at Qin Chuan: "You little brat surnamed Qin, your plot to seize the Xiao family's throne will not succeed! Heaven will punish you!"
Qin Chuan looked at him, but instead of being angry, he chuckled and said, "Just impotent rage, you idiot. Let me ask you a question: who advised you to rebel?"
King Zhao snorted coldly and said, "You little brat surnamed Qin, I won't tell you a single word."
"Very well, so you're being stubborn, aren't you? Guards, throw him into the Dali Temple Prison!"
Qin Chuan didn't know how to interrogate people, so he planned to lock him up in the imperial prison first and wait for Xiao Yue to return and interrogate him.
The armored soldiers then dragged King Zhao away.
"That brat surnamed Qin!"
You'll die a horrible death!
May you be struck by lightning and die!
The King of Zhao continued to curse.
Qin Chuan thought to himself, "If you let me have my fill of talking, that's not good enough." So he said, "Drag him back here!"
King Zhao was dragged back, immediately stopped cursing, and asked fearfully, "What do you want to do?"
Qin Chuan said to his men, "Go find some gold juice!"
"yes!"
Both of them had a smile on their lips and immediately went to find the golden juice.
Qin Chuan stood there waiting, and after a while, someone came carrying two buckets of golden juice.
"Pour it over his head!"
The soldiers could no longer hide their smiles as they watched with mocking eyes as a bucket full of molten gold was poured over King Zhao's head.
Suddenly, a stench filled the air, and Qin Chuan covered his nose, as did the other soldiers.
"Qin Chuan, you beastly bastard!"
King Zhao cursed loudly, but then took a mouthful of golden liquid into his mouth and swallowed it as he spoke…
"Ugh... ugh ugh ugh ugh!"
King Zhao retched incessantly, and the onlookers burst into laughter.
Then, another bucket of molten gold was poured over King Zhao's head.
Feeling so publicly humiliated, King Zhao burst into tears, wailing, "A scholar can be killed but not humiliated! I am the Prince of Daqian..."
"Take him away!"
Upon hearing the King of Yan's order, several armored soldiers endured the stench and took the King of Zhao to the Dali Temple prison.
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