Lu Zhichen's frown suddenly relaxed, and a smile even appeared on his face. "Okay, I agree. You should hurry up and do it!"
"Yes, Your Highness!" The master was happy, and Liao Zijin was naturally happy too.
Tonight is destined to be an uneasy night!
Jiang Siyuan and Jiang Wenpu were both feeling uneasy. One of them walked around the room with a sword in his arms, while the other held a book but didn't turn a page all night.
Only Song Yushu, who was leaning on the beauty couch, looked relaxed, eating exquisite snacks while reading strange stories and interesting stories.
The few of them sat in the room peacefully until dawn, but there was still no movement in the yard.
Jiang Siyuan was the first one who couldn't help it. He held his sword and went to patrol outside the yard.
"What are you doing?" Song Yushu, who had his eyes closed, suddenly spoke.
"I really can't stand waiting like this." Jiang Siyuan frowned, and it was obvious that he was very annoyed.
Song Yushu snorted, "With your patience, you still want to defend the Supervisory Council? Just because you are second only to others in martial arts? The human heart is the most terrifying, not the sword in your hand!"
After hearing what Song Yushu said, Jiang Siyuan stopped and took a deep breath.
At this moment, the previously quiet Overwatch Council suddenly became noisy. Upon closer listening, someone was actually shouting, "There's a fire! Put it out!"
The three people in the room raised their heads at the same time. Jiang Wenpu opened the window next to him a crack and looked out. "The prison in the Supervisory Office is on fire!"
"What?" Jiang Siyuan was the first to get excited. After all, this was his own territory.
Song Yushu grabbed Jiang Siyuan and said, "There will naturally be people patrolling and guarding the prison. If you run over there, what will we do with this troublemaker?" Song Yushu quickly grabbed Jiang Siyuan.
He is the last line of defense and must not leave.
"But the prison has been flooded. If a big fire really breaks out, the prisoners inside will..." Jiang Siyuan was anxious like an ant on a hot pan.
Because he usually has a cold face and looks a little anxious, only at this moment does he behave like a young man who has just turned twenty years old.
Song Yushu was helpless with this simple-minded Jiang Siyuan, "You are the only one in this Supervisory Commission? If I leave you, I won't be able to move forward?"
Perhaps it was because Song Yushu spoke too bluntly, Jiang Siyuan's face froze. He stared at Song Yushu and said, "I thought we were colleagues, but I didn't expect you to be so vicious!"
"How am I vicious? There are so many people in the Supervisory Council, including the president and the chiefs. Can't they put out the fire? Why do they have to let you go?" Song Yushu was also a person who refused to admit defeat. She opened her eyes and stood up in a flash.
Jiang Siyuan was annoyed by Song Yushu's attitude. He pushed away Jiang Wenpu who was trying to hold him back, left the yard angrily, and rushed towards the prison.
"Imperial Censor Jiang!" Jiang Wenpu was about to chase after him, but was interrupted by Song Yushu.
"Why are you running after me? If anything happens to Yang Wenyao, can you bear the consequences? Can you report back to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"
Under the threat of Song Yushu, Jiang Wenpu could only stay where he was and sighed.
There were only two people left in the room. They looked at each other without saying a word, each of them occupying a space and reading a book.
There was no movement in the yard until the sky was completely bright.
"It seems that the mastermind behind this is giving up." Jiang Wenpu sighed. He had been guarding the whole night in vain!
Song Yushu had already collapsed on the beauty couch. "I really can't stand it anymore. I need to rest for a while."
Jiang Wenpu bowed to show that he understood, and then he started reading the book by himself.
I don’t know how long it took, but a wisp of green smoke floated in from an inconspicuous corner of the window.
Jiang Wenpu, who was reading a book, slowly drooped his head and finally fell on the seat.
After a while, the window was opened and several dark shadows jumped into the room. As soon as they landed, they immediately drew out their daggers and rushed to Yang Wenyao's bed, intending to stab the person lying on the bed!
"clang--"
A sword blocked the daggers of these people, and then turned around and started fighting with the black shadows. Gradually, these black shadows began to retreat.
The soldiers of the patrol battalion were very skilled and soon gained the upper hand, even overwhelming the black shadows. In just a few moments, three people in the black shadows were pierced and blood splattered on the spot.
Only one black shadow was captured alive. When they were about to pull off his veil to ask questions, the black shadow's eyes suddenly widened, his head tilted, and his veil was stained red with blood!
"He has poison in his mouth!" Song Yushu rushed forward and wanted to stop him with acupuncture, but it was too late.
Jiang Wenpu also stood up and walked to Song Yushu. The two looked at each other and knew that there was no way to save the situation.
"They actually found a killer."
Death soldiers are actually very precious and will never be used unless there is an extremely urgent incident. After all, they have high martial arts skills and high loyalty. Training death soldiers requires a lot of time and money, which is much more difficult than training guards.
Song Yushu stood up and wiped his hands with a handkerchief. "It seems that our plan to lure out the mastermind behind this is not going to succeed."
Prince Yu obviously has no assassins. After all, he has limited power, and most of the power is in the hands of the Queen and the Lin family. However, assassins appeared this time, which obviously means that the Lin family has been involved.
"It seems we can only petition the Emperor to close the case." Jiang Wenpu sighed. "Yang Wenyao has regained consciousness. It would be safer to release him back to prison."
Everyone knows that there is someone behind Yang Wenyao, but he refuses to confess, and assassinations occur every now and then, so the safest way is to petition the emperor to close the case, so that everyone can feel more at ease.
It won't be so difficult to drag out a case until the emperor becomes impatient.
Song Yushu nodded and said, "It's time to let Yang Wenyao go back. I'll go find Dean Jiang first. I'll trouble Brother Jiang to escort Yang Wenyao back to the cell. You can also return to the Prince's Mansion as soon as possible to report."
"Okay." Jiang Wenpu nodded and asked the soldiers of the patrol camp to send Yang Wenyao back to the prison on the other side that was not affected by the fire.
For safety reasons, Jiang Wenpu also left several soldiers from the patrol battalion to guard outside the prison.
Song Yushu was discussing with Jiang Shouli how to write the memorial, and this matter had to be done as quickly as possible.
At the same time, Jiang Siyuan was busy transferring the prisoners affected by the fire.
Unlike the noise outside, Yang Wenyao's cell was extremely quiet. The only sound that could be heard in the dim cell was his coughing.
At this moment, the sound of something heavy falling to the ground was heard outside the cell door. Yang Wenyao's coughing stopped. He sat up cautiously and shouted outside the cell, "Who?!"
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