The Prince of Qi opened his mouth, wanting to hug his father's leg and cry out for revenge, but he immediately remembered the oath he had made with Zu An that he could not ask his father to take action, so he held back.
Moreover, he understood that, given his father's temperament, crying and complaining in front of him would most likely backfire.
Seeing his silence, Han Fengqiu thoughtfully stepped forward and said, "It's that kid Zu'an."
"Zu'an?" King Qi frowned. "At most, someone with a cultivation level of six or seven could have injured you like this."
The Prince of Qi's face turned bright red. This was also what puzzled him greatly. He couldn't understand why he, a dignified eighth-rank official, would lose to that kid, and lose so badly.
At this moment, Han Fengqiu explained from the side, "That kid's movements are a bit strange. Even I almost couldn't catch him. It's normal that the young master suffered a loss at his hands."
"Even you couldn't catch him?" King Qi was somewhat moved. Even if he didn't trust his son's strength, he was still very clear about Han Fengqiu's strength. He had no shortage of either cultivation or combat experience. Even he couldn't catch Zu An. What kind of monster was this kid?
Han Fengqiu's face flushed, and he hurriedly added, "It's mainly because there are restrictions on flying in the capital. Otherwise, no matter how fast he was, I would have been able to subdue him. Even so, I almost managed to subdue him later, but unfortunately, Uncle Fu, one of Madam Yu's subordinates, came out to stop me, so I could only bring the young master back."
"Lady Yu?" King Qi's breathing quickened. "Is it Yu Yanluo?"
"Yes, it is him," Han Fengqiu replied.
Seeing his father's momentary loss of composure, the Prince of Qi should have felt indignant on behalf of his mother. However, having caught a glimpse of Yu Yanluo years ago, as a man, he actually understood his father's attitude.
"She actually returned to the capital?" Prince Qi was somewhat excited. He paced back and forth in the room a few times, and finally stood outside the window, gazing in a certain direction of the capital. The light in his eyes gradually calmed down. "It's a pity that things have changed. If it were ten years ago, I would have gone to great lengths to see her again, but I don't have that feeling now."
Han Fengqiu flattered him from the side, saying, "Your Highness puts the greater good first, which is a blessing for us all."
With the King of Qi now focused entirely on vying for the throne, his lack of indulgence in women certainly gave his subordinates a sense of security.
King Qi turned around: "Why did Yu Yanluo save Zu An?"
Han Fengqiu shook his head; he was still completely baffled by this.
At this moment, the Prince of Qi whispered, "Perhaps it was Zu'an who saved them before..."
He then recounted how Zu'an had stopped the frightened galloping horse.
King Qi nodded secretly: "Your plan is quite good. You have a firm grasp of the righteousness of the court's laws at every turn. It has not been in vain for your father to raise you for so many years."
Zhao Zhi was overjoyed: "Thank you, Father!"
It should be noted that King Qi had more than one son, and he was under a lot of pressure. Naturally, he hoped to subdue the others with an absolute advantage to prevent them from having any improper thoughts.
Where does this advantage come from? It comes from the father's favor, of course.
But then King Qi suddenly snorted coldly: "Unfortunately, it wasn't done perfectly. Since it was a setup, why didn't you arrange a carriage yourself?"
Zhao Zhi explained, "I was worried that it would be too deliberate, and the Liu, Meng, and Bi families in the court would definitely make a big deal out of it. So I just randomly picked a passerby's carriage. We had clearly observed that the carriage was ordinary, but who knew it would be Yu Yanluo's carriage."
"Hmph, this is what you call a slip-up despite meticulous planning," King Qi scolded. "So what if those people in the court question it? When the evidence is irrefutable, they'll just bark a few times. But your hesitation has caused the entire scheme to fail completely. It's a case of losing more than you gain. Remember, in the future, you must distinguish which risks you can bear and which risks you cannot tolerate."
"Father's words are well said!" Zhao Zhi hurriedly stood up to bow, but the sharp pain in his knees caused beads of sweat to immediately roll down his face.
"Your knee is shattered?" Only then did the King of Qi examine his injuries, his face ashen.
"Your son is incompetent and has disgraced his father." Zhao Zhi knew that his father hated making excuses, so it was better to be sincere and admit his shortcomings.
As expected, upon hearing his words, the King of Qi's expression softened, and he gently touched the other's knee, two balls of white light emanating from his palm.
Zhao Zhi's face first showed a look of intense pain, but after a while, his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed: "Thank you, Father!"
Han Fengqiu secretly admired her master's cultivation level, which was truly unfathomable. Such an injury could be healed so easily. She had even checked before and found that she was powerless to do anything about it.
"This is just to prevent any future problems with your legs. We'll have a few imperial physicians treat you later. It will take at least several months for your injuries to fully recover," the Prince of Qi said coldly. "That's fine too. It will allow you to stay home and reflect on your actions, so you won't embarrass yourself in public."
A hint of resentment flashed in Zhao Zhi's eyes, but he still dared not refute: "Yes!"
At this moment, he hated Zu'an to the extreme, thinking that once he recovered from his injuries, he would definitely tear him to pieces!
Anger from Zhao Zhi: +999 +999 +999...
"Alright, tell me the details of your battle with Zu'an." King Qi patted the corner of his clothes and sat down on the stool next to him with a straight back.
His biggest worry right now is whether Zu'an's extraordinary fighting power is due to the "Phoenix Nirvana Scripture." If it's really that miraculous, then wouldn't the Emperor really be... after cultivating it?
Despite the pain, Zhao Zhi tried to sit up straight and recounted the details of what had just happened.
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