While Wu Wei was suspicious of Fu Ya's identity after Fu Zhen was poisoned, Zheng Shier had already sent someone to report to Prince Rong about the strange events that Fu Ya had caused at Fuxiang Restaurant.
Upon hearing the news, Prince Rong led his guards on horseback to the street in front of Fuxianglou, where they encountered the men from the mansions of Duke Yong and Duke Dai. The two men, on the verge of drawing their swords, rushed to Room 1, 3rd Floor, Fuxianglou.
Zheng Ya sensed their arrival, slammed his fist on the octagonal table, and stood up to angrily rebuke Manager Qi: "You scoundrels! You poisoned the Fu clan patriarch and Viscount Fu, and murdered a court general. Your wolfish ambitions are obvious to all."
"You lackeys of Prince Rong, are you planning a rebellion?"
Before Manager Qi could speak, Prince Rong and his entourage arrived at the No. 1 private room, angrily shouting, "Who dares to slander me? Are you afraid that my sword is not sharp enough to kill someone?"
"Prince Rong is so arrogant. Does he still have the nerve to poison the head of the Fu clan?" Fu Lian followed him into the private room and chimed in to support Zheng Ya.
Hundreds of people from both sides crowded inside and outside the private room, all drawing their swords and waiting for their master's order to draw their swords and kill each other.
Zheng Ya sneered, "Last night, Prince Rong sent someone to assassinate me, but fortunately I was quick-witted and escaped by faking my death."
I am visiting you today to resolve our past grievances.
Who would have thought that you would be so audacious as to openly poison the Fu clan chief...
"Shut up! Since you keep saying that someone from my Fuxiang Restaurant poisoned Viscount Fu Zhen, you must have dined at the same table. Why weren't you poisoned?" Prince Rong glared at Zheng Ya with his hand on his sword and rebuked him angrily.
He subtly channeled his magical power, emanating an imposing aura that caused his python robe to billow and sway, while the amber jade at his waist and the pearl necklace on his head moved without wind.
In contrast, Fu Lian, dressed in a blue robe, with a Hetian jade pendant hanging from his waist and a black hat with a pointed crown, exuded a wealthy air and a large, round face, creating a striking contrast in his demeanor.
When he's angry, he's incredibly powerful; when he's worried, he's filled with sorrow!
The levels are clearly defined, and the differences in quality are immediately apparent.
Zheng Ya frowned slightly and snorted coldly, "Prince Rong is right. Then please join me in tasting the delicacies on the table and testing for poison?"
"You scoundrel, what kind of status do you have that you dare to ask a prince to taste poison with you? Are you courting death?" Zheng Yi drew his sword and angrily pointed it at Zheng Ya, shouting at him.
The servants of the Fu family standing next to Fu Lian were startled and drew their swords, eager to attack the guards opposite them.
Fu Lianren was numb and trembled, losing his composure. Zheng Ya sneered indifferently, "Where did this stray dog come from, riding on your master's head?"
"Your Highness is truly adept at managing your subordinates..."
"Enough! My subordinates are eager to protect their master, how can I allow you to sow discord here?" Prince Rong angrily waved his hand to make the guards sheathe their swords, ignoring Fu Lian's trembling and ugly appearance, and glared at Zheng Ya and scolded him.
His tiger-like eyes were wide open, revealing a blatant murderous intent.
Zheng Ya sneered, "Your Highness knows perfectly well what's going on, why ask such a pointless question? Is Your Highness feeling guilty?"
"Your Highness, I could never repay Your Highness's kindness in recognizing and valuing me. Today, I will kill this villain who framed Your Highness, and then commit suicide to atone for my sins..." Zheng Yi angrily drew his sword and attacked Zheng Ya. Before he finished speaking, the sword was already at Zheng Ya's throat.
Everyone in the audience was stunned; it was too late to stop them.
Almost everyone imagined Zheng Ya being beheaded with a single sword stroke, his blood splattering five steps away.
However, Zheng Ya remained unmoved, witnessing the old Taoist nun's swift rescue. She extended her right index finger and thumb to catch the sword that Zheng Yi had used to behead Zheng Ya, and said with a smile, "Thank you!"
"I am here on the orders of Princess Wu to ensure Fu Ya's safety. How has Prince Rong been?" The old nun nodded slightly in gratitude to Zheng Ya, then casually snapped the sword in Zheng Yi's hand in two, sending him flying with the sword.
Two guards from the Prince's residence reached out to catch Zheng Yi. Prince Rong frowned, forced a smile, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Greetings, Fairy Liu Qingyun, the Soul-Severing Immortal!"
"My past is gone. I am now practicing martial arts with my hair still intact. I am here by imperial decree to teach Princess Wu martial arts. How dare I trouble Prince Rong to pay his respects? I am not worthy of such an honor!" Liu Qingyun said politely, but stood there and sneered.
Fu Lian smiled when he saw Liu Qingyun's face clearly, and his legs stopped trembling.
"Something's wrong," Zheng Ya said thoughtfully. Prince Rong, with a gloomy, round face, said, "Soul-Severing Fairy, the misunderstandings between you and me in the past have long been cleared up. Why bother getting involved?"
“Prince Rong, I will reiterate once again that I came here on the orders of Princess Wu to protect Fu Ya. Why would I get involved in this mess?” Liu Qingyun retorted sarcastically.
As the two men clashed with imposing auras, the others retreated with their heads bowed, only feeling comfortable once they were outside the door.
Zheng Ya, positioned to the southwest of where the two were locked in a battle of wits, said as if nothing had happened, "Is Your Highness planning to crush the evidence of the poisoning of the Fu clan chief on the table with your imposing presence, leaving no one to testify against you?"
"Hmph, very well. I now suspect you poisoned Fu Zhen. How do you explain that?" Prince Rong retorted, his aura softening as he turned the tables.
Liu Qingyun stepped back to Zheng Ya's side, remaining silent. Zheng Ya smiled knowingly: "Prince Rong really has a bad memory."
Since they sent someone to assassinate Mr. Fu, how could they not know that Mr. Fu's family was poor and he was now penniless, and that he had come back from the brink of death to seek peace and turn hostility into friendship?
Your Highness, where did I get the poison to kill my clan chief?
Could it be that Prince Rong is only good at empty talk?
"How dare you! How could I possibly know who instructed you to frame me? You went so far as to poison your Fu clan chief. You've really gone to great lengths."
Unfortunately, I am upright and have nothing to fear. If you want to frame me, then produce solid evidence. The claim that Fu Zhen was poisoned in a private room of Fuxianglou, one of my properties, is not enough to bring me down.
On the contrary, if I do not see any concrete evidence that you will overthrow me today, I will surely tear you apart by five horses and feed you to the dogs! Prince Rong warned angrily.
The Fu clan members and their servants became tense.
Compared to the guards of the Prince's mansion, who all looked up and glanced sideways with arrogance, they were an eyesore.
Zheng Ya laughed: "Prince Rong, what if I produce evidence that you poisoned the Fu clan chief?"
"Hmph, I will naturally judge according to the law and execute the murderer who poisoned Viscount Fu Zhen, and give Viscount Fu Zhen justice..." Prince Rong said righteously.
At this moment, Zheng Twelve secretly gave a hand signal to Prince Rong. Prince Rong understood and smiled, revealing a sinister smile.
Zheng Ya shook his head and said, "Your Highness, I'm afraid that once your rebellion is exposed, you won't be able to sacrifice your pawns to save your pawns?"
"Hmph, I am not easily intimidated, and you dare to slander me as a rebel? You truly have no regard for your own life!" Prince Rong's anger exuded murderous intent, but Liu Qingyun stepped forward to block his aura that was meant to suppress Zheng Ya, warning him: "Prince Rong, do you think I don't exist?"
"Soul-Severing Fairy, how dare you obstruct me from dealing with the son of a traitorous minister? What crime do you deserve?" Prince Rong angrily rebuked.
Liu Qingyun snorted coldly: "Prince Rong, your princely dignity is not to be violated, and it won't work on me."
Besides, this Fu Ya is a cultivator who has been born with spiritual roots, and his status has risen to the top. Talented people are not something that you, Prince Rong, can kill at will.
Unless you, Prince Rong, truly intend to rebel and are willing to slaughter the dynasty's talented individuals and sever the dynasty's foundation..."
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