Chapter 170 His Grandmother's Turtle Grandson
The servant of Marquis Jing'an's mansion was terrified and hurriedly followed Prince Jing, wanting to say something to him. However, seeing Prince Jing's gloomy face and what he knew about Prince Jing from other people's mouths, he swallowed back what he wanted to say.
He followed silently behind until the road became more and more off-track, and the servant finally couldn't help but ask a question.
"Your Majesty, the road ahead is getting darker and darker. Where are you taking our young Marquis?"
He Yanli suddenly stopped and looked back at him.
The guard behind him slashed at the back of his neck with a knife, and he suddenly lost consciousness.
The guard caught him, carried him to the side and tied him up, neatly and efficiently.
He Yanli lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Qiyun who was lying on the ground, unconscious and fainted. His brows were slightly furrowed and his cold gaze contained no warmth at all.
"Your Highness, what should we do with the young marquis?" Mo Xiao asked calmly.
The young marquis had never gotten away with anything bad when he offended the prince in the past, but now he dared to call Miss Qiao's father "Dad" in front of the prince. That's their prince's father!!!
He Yanli said in a leisurely tone: "He is the young marquis of Jing'an Marquis's Mansion. What can I do to him?"
The moon was dim in the distance until the sky in the east began to turn pale. The first soft ray of light shone on the earth and on Jiang Qiyun, and the first scream in Shanglin Paddock broke out.
Qiao Congshan, the eldest son of the second branch of the Qiao family, shouted at the top of his lungs in a voice that shook the heavens and the earth and made the ghosts weep. He was so frightened that he took a few steps back and fell to the ground, staring at the scene not far away with his eyes wide open.
The emperor is here. The patrolling guards heard the sound and immediately rushed over here quickly.
Then, they saw the young marquis of Jing'an Mansion hanging on a scaffold.
Not only that, everyone also clearly saw the young marquis being stripped of his clothes, but luckily he was left in only a pure white underwear.
On the back, there was a bloody whip mark, which was shocking to see.
This... Who on earth dares to be so rampant as to attack the young marquis of Jing'an Marquis' Mansion in Shanglin Paddock?
"Quick, put the young marquis down!"
"There's another person tied up next to him. Untie him."
The servant of Marquis Jing'an's mansion witnessed everything terrible that happened last night. He was now trembling with tears on his face as he looked at the tall and strong imperial guards in front of him.
The imperial guard asked, "Did you see who hurt the young marquis of Jing'an Marquis's Mansion?"
The servant burst into tears and shook his head frantically, "I didn't see it! I didn't see it! I really didn't see it!"
Even if he died in Marquis Jing'an's Mansion, he would never die at the hands of Prince Jing!
He even dared to do this to the young marquis, let alone a mere servant like himself.
Fortunately, I was knocked unconscious by a knife last night. After waking up and seeing King Jing's hand, I continued to pretend to be unconscious, otherwise I would not be much better.
The imperial guard frowned, "Send the young marquis back first!"
When we got there, Jing'an Hou drank a bowl of hangover soup early in the morning and finally felt much better.
When he heard that his beloved son had been tortured and hung outside for a whole night, he immediately slammed the table in anger. After sending everyone away and listening to the words of the servant who followed Jiang Qiyun out of the tent last night, Jing'an Hou became even angrier.
Damn it!
You don’t have a father yourself, but you still go looking for someone to call your father?
Why didn't you kill this evil guy?!
The imperial guards were waiting outside. After a while, Jing'an Hou walked out. "There's no need to investigate my rebellious son. He got drunk last night and tied himself to the elevated platform. It has nothing to do with others."
The imperial guard was slightly stunned, "My Lord, but there is still a serious whip mark on the young Lord's back."
Jing'an Hou's face darkened: "I beat him myself!"
After saying this, he turned and went into the tent.
Imperial Guards: “????”
Huh? On the back, there are whip marks. Did you beat yourself?
It's not that Marquis Jing'an is not angry, but he has been in the capital for so many years, and even if he reports this matter to the emperor, it will never come to a conclusion.
I am a person who protects my own son, but the emperor is even more shameless in protecting Prince Jing!
Otherwise, how could a useless prince whose mother's family had fallen be given the power of hundreds of thousands of soldiers even if he went to his fiefdom, Beiming City?
After breakfast, He Zhiyu left the Emperor and Empress.
After leaving the palace, a guard came up and whispered something respectfully in his ear.
He Zhiyu lowered his eyes, a hint of mockery appearing on his cold and noble face.
There is no limit to his nonsense, and this outcome is his own fault.
But thinking back to yesterday when Jiang Qiyun was standing by and Wan Yan ignored him, it was understandable that he felt depressed and drank alone.
He Zhiyu looked at the blazing sun in the distance and said, "The weather is nice today."
Jing Yuan also took a look and said, "The weather is really good today. Your Highness, would you like to go to the enclosure and relax? You must be exhausted from managing all the affairs of the enclosure these days."
He Zhiyu walked down the high steps and said, "No need. Yesterday I promised Wanyan that I would teach her archery. Today I have time to ask her if she wants to follow me to the shooting range."
Jing Yuan said, "This morning I saw Miss Qiao Er leave the palace and go to Minister Qiao. I guess she had breakfast with Minister Qiao."
He Zhiyu was in good spirits. He didn't say anything and just walked towards Minister Qiao's tent.
Qiao Wanyan really never expected that as soon as she entered the tent, she would see He Yanli and her father having a meal together. The whole tent smelled of alcohol. After asking carefully, she found out that they didn't drink alcohol early in the morning, but the smell of alcohol from last night had not dissipated.
"Then Daddy and Prince Jing can enjoy their meal slowly. I will be leaving first."
He Yanli held the teacup in his hand but stopped it in mid-air, looking down at the light green tea in the cup. "What do you mean, Second Miss? Are you disgusted by the sight of me, and want to leave in a hurry?"
Minister Qiao felt a little dizzy, and after drinking a bowl of hangover soup, he felt better. Upon hearing this, he immediately responded with a smile.
"Your Highness, what are you talking about? I just don't want to disturb your breakfast."
He Yanli took a sip of tea and looked up at her. "I don't mind disturbing you. Miss Second probably hasn't had breakfast yet. Please sit down and eat together. I just don't have much of an appetite, so seeing you here makes me happier."
Qiao Wanyan had indeed not had breakfast yet, so she sat down without any hesitation after hearing this, and the servant immediately brought her a set of bowls and chopsticks.
He Yanli put down the teacup but didn't intend to continue talking to her. He picked up the chopsticks and was about to pick up a crystal shrimp dumpling, but unexpectedly, a pair of chopsticks picked up the one he was supposed to pick up steadily and accurately.
Qiao Wanyan smiled and said, "Your Highness, you're welcome. Eat more."
After saying that, she looked at him and smiled while eating the crystal shrimp dumpling that she had just snatched from his mouth.
Well, the ones I snatched away smell especially good.
Minister Qiao blinked his eyes, and the remaining alcohol in him suddenly sobered up.
I'm not your daughter. Don't you know that you are the enemy of King Jing? How can you be so bold as to provoke and cause trouble for others?
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